tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60994756734609086092012-02-07T08:48:17.213+01:00manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.comBlogger3171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-66099811222359403302012-02-07T08:39:00.006+01:002012-02-07T08:48:17.217+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7IWP3k8eww/TzDXJi-KYSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/eMP7DcSWb4w/s1600/7-2-2012%2B012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706297286884745506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7IWP3k8eww/TzDXJi-KYSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/eMP7DcSWb4w/s320/7-2-2012%2B012.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El cristal, ya sea ventana o espejo, nunca es inmaculado.</div><div> </div><div> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong> George Steiner</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6609981122235940330?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-65905926471081474462012-01-25T07:57:00.002+01:002012-01-25T08:00:48.523+01:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdGEpfRx-Gc/Tx-oinhSQ2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_lnzn-5uf7k/s1600/22-1-2012%2B101.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 218px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701460965951947618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdGEpfRx-Gc/Tx-oinhSQ2I/AAAAAAAAAxo/_lnzn-5uf7k/s320/22-1-2012%2B101.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Los seres humanos no podemos conocer el mundo tal como es en sí, sino tan sólo tal como aparece ante nuestra sensibilidad y nuestro entendimiento.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Kant</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6590592647108147446?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-43950655634701728982012-01-23T08:45:00.002+01:002012-01-23T08:49:32.053+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErRLhoUKSok/Tx0Q_CqQS5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/VOe8hJDKQfQ/s1600/22-1-2012%2B002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700731378552818578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ErRLhoUKSok/Tx0Q_CqQS5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/VOe8hJDKQfQ/s320/22-1-2012%2B002.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La óptica del apresuramiento es ciega para los valores de aparición pausada, entre los cuales se encuentran la verdad y ciertos tipos de belleza.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> José Antonio Marina</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4395065563470172898?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-83073793087996331152012-01-21T21:35:00.002+01:002012-01-21T21:37:39.354+01:00<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaShVwJK0k/TxsiAtlG05I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/taUEEqP__iM/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700187148998071186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNaShVwJK0k/TxsiAtlG05I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/taUEEqP__iM/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La representación representa la voluntad forjada por las minorias que mandan.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Herbert Marcuse</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8307379308799633115?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-15851119879497465262012-01-17T08:30:00.003+01:002012-01-17T08:32:14.909+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sLXmNwxoy8/TxUj6d7zauI/AAAAAAAAAxE/kdRn-NHIecM/s1600/IMG_7564.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698500390882077410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3sLXmNwxoy8/TxUj6d7zauI/AAAAAAAAAxE/kdRn-NHIecM/s320/IMG_7564.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La gente feliz no fantasea jamás... sólo la infeliz lo hace.</div><div> </div><div> Sigmund Freud</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1585111987949746526?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-83205508272749060652012-01-17T08:00:00.003+01:002012-01-17T08:02:18.813+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppIiscYK27s/TxUc2lmWvII/AAAAAAAAAw4/HrYIJ1yg0ig/s1600/IMG_7597.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698492627638729858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppIiscYK27s/TxUc2lmWvII/AAAAAAAAAw4/HrYIJ1yg0ig/s320/IMG_7597.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>El juicio lleva el pasado al futuro. El diseño trae el futuro al presente.</div><div> </div><div> Edward de Bono</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8320550827274906065?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-88888585562555299132011-12-26T09:14:00.002+01:002011-12-26T09:16:09.758+01:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPzOHGRpPew/TvgtNcuZqCI/AAAAAAAAAws/ppzygcruPqU/s1600/IMG_7367.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 154px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690347838254983202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPzOHGRpPew/TvgtNcuZqCI/AAAAAAAAAws/ppzygcruPqU/s320/IMG_7367.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>El cuerpo es el extracto global de un trayecto recorrido.</div><div> </div><div> Head</div><div> </div><div> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8888858556255529913?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-55616391428457269962011-12-23T22:36:00.002+01:002011-12-23T22:42:47.321+01:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76d40txHuog/TvT1wc1Ft9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Dg-yw-lqfK0/s1600/In%2Bmemoriam%2BVioleta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 311px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689442441997170642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76d40txHuog/TvT1wc1Ft9I/AAAAAAAAAwg/Dg-yw-lqfK0/s320/In%2Bmemoriam%2BVioleta.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Sin apenas tiempo para verte, </div><div>sin una oportunidad para estar contigo,</div><div>me has enseñado lo fugaz de la existencia.</div><div>Serás un recuerdo borroso e imborrable.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5561639142845726996?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-26758050925847340412011-12-18T21:37:00.003+01:002011-12-18T21:38:40.561+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvJ_PIsNHic/Tu5PPUBLrFI/AAAAAAAAAwU/o1J4haKHoaw/s1600/3.07.2011%2B008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687570503905815634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tvJ_PIsNHic/Tu5PPUBLrFI/AAAAAAAAAwU/o1J4haKHoaw/s320/3.07.2011%2B008.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nos cuesta mirar a la realidad de frente.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Peter Bourquin</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2675805092584734041?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-51091084292943767292011-12-16T21:09:00.002+01:002011-12-16T21:12:17.229+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3S82pdBvbLg/TuumDpx480I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DWfmeYvxHlA/s1600/IMG_0196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686821536170308418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3S82pdBvbLg/TuumDpx480I/AAAAAAAAAwI/DWfmeYvxHlA/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Somos nosotros mismos los que hemos inventado las causas...</div><div> </div><div> Hans Vaihinger</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5109108429294376729?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-3864551676559771762011-12-11T23:19:00.002+01:002011-12-11T23:21:52.394+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Npn9qJlcjCI/TuUs07ucSAI/AAAAAAAAAv8/kQ1D5eTsANI/s1600/IMG_7532.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 296px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684999392522422274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Npn9qJlcjCI/TuUs07ucSAI/AAAAAAAAAv8/kQ1D5eTsANI/s320/IMG_7532.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La necesidad más profunda del ser humano es la necesidad de abandonar su separatividad, de abandonar la prisión de su soledad.</div><div> </div><div> Erich Fromm</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-386455167655977176?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-68675158260917147552011-12-06T19:42:00.003+01:002011-12-06T19:44:52.770+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdJKisHIAbc/Tt5iiqMb_3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/amx0owChDGo/s1600/17-9-2011%2B557.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683088127369674610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WdJKisHIAbc/Tt5iiqMb_3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/amx0owChDGo/s320/17-9-2011%2B557.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La aventura de la consciencia, unida a la aventura del pensamiento, es a la vez determinada y determinante en el seno de la aventura humana.</div><div> <strong>Edgar Morin</strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6867515826091714755?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-87973322515075472492011-12-06T19:25:00.002+01:002011-12-06T19:27:52.578+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTR-G-3wlpw/Tt5ekkl0TWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Gh3jUG18cow/s1600/17-9-2011%2B679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683083762178739554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTR-G-3wlpw/Tt5ekkl0TWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Gh3jUG18cow/s320/17-9-2011%2B679.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El sujeto toma, en todo instante y en todos los casos, la mejor decisión que en función de sus modelos puede tomar.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Rupprecht Weerth</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8797332251507547249?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-50976742828514640662011-12-06T13:26:00.002+01:002011-12-06T13:33:50.413+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODmA1Sefeac/Tt4LlEa4UtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/0HDQXVEr7Wc/s1600/17-9-2011%2B218.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682992511257694930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ODmA1Sefeac/Tt4LlEa4UtI/AAAAAAAAAvY/0HDQXVEr7Wc/s320/17-9-2011%2B218.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El hombre necesita una nueva revelación. Y hay revelación siempre que el hombre se siente en con una realidad distinta a él.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong>Ortega y Gasset</strong></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5097674282851464066?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-71335695608220747322011-12-06T13:24:00.002+01:002011-12-06T13:26:25.093+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFLaZDmf4Jo/Tt4J3ZEIJXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qAoPIis2-1Q/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682990627013797234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JFLaZDmf4Jo/Tt4J3ZEIJXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/qAoPIis2-1Q/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" /></a><br /><div>En la vida la virtud no es suficiente, necesita también de la ayuda de un feliz destino.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Zenón</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7133569560822074732?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-81818716396676949892011-12-03T10:56:00.002+01:002011-12-03T10:58:31.217+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDWOtMlPfD0/Ttnysbmb7hI/AAAAAAAAAvA/yhBAt6citow/s1600/17-9-2011%2B655.JPGbis.jpgtris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 182px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681839250041728530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QDWOtMlPfD0/Ttnysbmb7hI/AAAAAAAAAvA/yhBAt6citow/s320/17-9-2011%2B655.JPGbis.jpgtris.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La quietud es el primer requisito para que sus deseos se manifiesten.</div><div> </div><div> Deepak Chopra</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8181871639667694989?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-14834940223511508432011-11-30T15:58:00.003+01:002011-11-30T16:02:29.334+01:00<div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9blM1VqaRBc/TtZFYDZkqJI/AAAAAAAAAu0/NQDU3fULxxo/s1600/17-9-2011%2B171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680804259506202770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9blM1VqaRBc/TtZFYDZkqJI/AAAAAAAAAu0/NQDU3fULxxo/s320/17-9-2011%2B171.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Las familias tienen que ver con lo interior y con lo exterior.</div><div> </div><div> David Cooper</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1483494022351150843?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-18464094413762704152011-11-25T11:31:00.003+01:002011-11-25T11:34:51.438+01:00<div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk5SJlDrQEQ/Ts9vD8Nc1kI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p_xTOJHi3Uk/s1600/17-9-2011%2B342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678879768630318658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uk5SJlDrQEQ/Ts9vD8Nc1kI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p_xTOJHi3Uk/s320/17-9-2011%2B342.JPG" /></a><br /><div>En la solución de problemas complicados, lo mejor es invertir la pregunta: ¿Qué es lo que <strong><em>no</em></strong> se debe hacer?</div><div> </div><div>Paul Watzlawick</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1846409441376270415?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-36684346162946222742011-11-14T13:30:00.002+01:002011-11-14T13:35:10.305+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnjAY0MTEYk/TsEKvMnrMvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8SqTGX6RMWs/s1600/cumple%2Btenis%2B088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674828811421299442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnjAY0MTEYk/TsEKvMnrMvI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8SqTGX6RMWs/s320/cumple%2Btenis%2B088.JPG" /></a><br /><div>En todas partes encontramos la soledad, el vacío, la dificultad de sentir, de ser transportado, fuera de sí, de ahí la huida hacia adelante en las "experiencias".</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial">Gilles Lipovetsky</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3668434616294622274?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-77171121402304931342011-11-07T15:31:00.002+01:002011-11-07T15:35:14.698+01:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1XsOxzbg5U/Trfsab9bGqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tqrK4_G7AUc/s1600/cumple%2Btenis%2B006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672262194622569122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1XsOxzbg5U/Trfsab9bGqI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tqrK4_G7AUc/s320/cumple%2Btenis%2B006.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>Aunque el cretino cambie de opinión no corre el riesgo de convertirse en un genio.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong> Sugerido por un texto de Pino Aprile</strong></font></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7717112140230493134?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-78414925406074068842011-09-27T16:20:00.002+02:002011-09-27T16:21:57.400+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMucYqmtOu0/ToHb9wl3C2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZpE_BJ0VtQQ/s1600/17-9-2011%2B042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657044461016255330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMucYqmtOu0/ToHb9wl3C2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZpE_BJ0VtQQ/s320/17-9-2011%2B042.JPG" /></a><br /><div>No nos vencen los demás somos nostros los derrotados.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong>Carlos Castilla del Pino</strong></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7841492540607406884?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-34561491102173150552011-09-27T16:12:00.001+02:002011-09-27T16:14:58.430+02:00<div>La forma es el límite arbitrario a los componentes de la realidad.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong>Carlos Castilla del Pino</strong></font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3456149110217315055?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-37337171638649094092011-09-23T14:54:00.003+02:002011-09-23T14:56:30.185+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieIa3kGlwAE/TnyB7Zrm3XI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SwcJHTkkxJ8/s1600/17-9-2011%2B110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655538089576553842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieIa3kGlwAE/TnyB7Zrm3XI/AAAAAAAAAtc/SwcJHTkkxJ8/s320/17-9-2011%2B110.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Hace rato que el capitalismo sepultó a sus enemigos. Hoy muere rodeado de herederos.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Nicolás Gómez Dávila</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3733717163864909409?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-41084727951962398612011-09-23T14:49:00.003+02:002011-09-23T14:52:15.276+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zul8Px81Fvs/TnyAkjqLy8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/QDvOsPuWTM0/s1600/17-9-2011%2B037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655536597606321090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zul8Px81Fvs/TnyAkjqLy8I/AAAAAAAAAtU/QDvOsPuWTM0/s320/17-9-2011%2B037.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El cuerpo es la fábula del alma.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong> Nicolás Gómez Dávila</strong></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4108472795196239861?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-70745262108369322822011-09-01T20:41:00.002+02:002011-09-01T20:44:17.839+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5Hv71vDRzM/Tl_SX0ANEfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MvWo2F6J-v8/s1600/31-08-2011%2B018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647463764284215794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p5Hv71vDRzM/Tl_SX0ANEfI/AAAAAAAAAtM/MvWo2F6J-v8/s320/31-08-2011%2B018.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Todos nos confinamos en nuestro miedo -nuestra torre de marfil.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial">E.M. Cioran</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7074526210836932282?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-6664604975720604152011-09-01T20:33:00.002+02:002011-09-01T20:37:48.111+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yP2MMFHh7Q/Tl_Q58a90PI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3FixqiGrDWs/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647462151636242674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yP2MMFHh7Q/Tl_Q58a90PI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3FixqiGrDWs/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B345.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La idea de Dios no es ni una idea innata, ni una idea <em>a priori</em>, sino una idea <em>a posteriori</em>, como lo son todas las ideas, puesto que el ser humano no puede pensar más que después de haber entrado en contacto con los fenómenos del mundo real, que él explica como puede.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial">Paul Lafargue</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-666460497572060415?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-30775253215891455852011-08-22T19:46:00.002+02:002011-08-22T19:50:38.255+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FjvqBDhqIM/TlKW3AksOrI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JMtb_VQGAII/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B062.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 199px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643739154839517874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8FjvqBDhqIM/TlKW3AksOrI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JMtb_VQGAII/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B062.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Cada hombre manifiesta lo infinito. Cada gota de agua contiene el océano.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Henri Brunel</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3077525321589145585?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-86257211362405610602011-08-22T19:39:00.003+02:002011-08-22T19:42:06.555+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSRQyKFg3Sw/TlKU2tUeFfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/e4iZbZJzvaE/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 206px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643736950647952882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSRQyKFg3Sw/TlKU2tUeFfI/AAAAAAAAAs0/e4iZbZJzvaE/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B198.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El regreso de lo idéntico, se limita a pensar, resignado.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong>Enrique Vila-Matas</strong></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8625721136240561060?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-30870227764712580572011-08-20T00:16:00.003+02:002011-08-20T00:22:02.923+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5eDpbIVcRw/Tk7h83Gr-OI/AAAAAAAAAss/ilubEJqJy1g/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B190.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 100px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642695818842208482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5eDpbIVcRw/Tk7h83Gr-OI/AAAAAAAAAss/ilubEJqJy1g/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B190.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La vida es un mar lleno de escollos y remolinos que el hombre no evita sino a fuerza de prudencia y cuidados.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> Schopenhauer</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3087022776471258057?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-71475607595949799542011-08-18T23:40:00.002+02:002011-08-18T23:43:08.534+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmglpeach1U/Tk2HV7Yi3TI/AAAAAAAAAsk/V-9WSFYg6dY/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2BSan%2BJos%25C3%25A9%2B012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642314718952742194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mmglpeach1U/Tk2HV7Yi3TI/AAAAAAAAAsk/V-9WSFYg6dY/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2BSan%2BJos%25C3%25A9%2B012.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La admiración resulta de una sorpresa del alma ante la representación (mental) de un objeto raro o extraordinario.</div><div> </div><div> <font face="arial"><strong>Carlos Castilla del Pino</strong></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7147560759594979954?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-47403623444670558452011-08-11T15:29:00.002+02:002011-08-11T15:34:19.760+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-bSuGEq_8Q/TkPaSlXxFBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/C_63960mVqw/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B340.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-bSuGEq_8Q/TkPaSlXxFBI/AAAAAAAAAsc/C_63960mVqw/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639591171202290706" /></a> <br />Lo imprevisto sucede cuanto menos te lo esperas, pero una vez ocurre, lo último que esperas es que vuelva a suceder.<div> <br /></div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" ><b> Paul Auster</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4740362344467055845?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-86557398886181637442011-08-11T12:01:00.004+02:002011-08-11T12:03:20.827+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdfApQ77_ew/TkOoyczs8iI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JN1iJI_0A_I/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B165.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 278px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639536743077966370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdfApQ77_ew/TkOoyczs8iI/AAAAAAAAAsU/JN1iJI_0A_I/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B165.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La escritura ha dado a los humanos el poder de salvaguardar sus pensamientos y experiencias del paso del tiempo.</div><div> </div><div> <strong><font face="arial"> John Gray</font></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8655739888618163744?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-50182245780153763212011-08-10T09:21:00.003+02:002011-08-10T09:29:43.296+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_CusPQxUdY/TkIzT1JiOkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/SjT1a6wWlos/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 226px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639126099198884418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i_CusPQxUdY/TkIzT1JiOkI/AAAAAAAAAsE/SjT1a6wWlos/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B145.JPG" /></a><br /><div>En el momento en que el crecimiento económico se ahoga, el desarrollo psíquico toma el relevo, en el momento en que la información sustituye a la producción, el consumo se convierte en una nueva bulimia. (...) a la inflación económica responde la inflación <em>psi</em> y el formidable empuje narcisista que engendra.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <strong>Gilles Lipovetsky</strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5018224578015376321?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-62929968302217784312011-08-09T18:26:00.004+02:002011-08-09T18:32:02.997+02:00<div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFnnXKqgNt4/TkFgFZnBufI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VbCqbUw7ZUU/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638893854334761458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lFnnXKqgNt4/TkFgFZnBufI/AAAAAAAAAr0/VbCqbUw7ZUU/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B020.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Después de un tiempo... más frases más fotos.</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6292996830221778431?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-79177535142770259712011-08-08T15:58:00.002+02:002011-08-09T18:32:19.632+02:00<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5H3vKHnaNs/Tj_sHZCLjHI/AAAAAAAAArc/g3hPYPwGGPU/s1600/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638484870214421618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i5H3vKHnaNs/Tj_sHZCLjHI/AAAAAAAAArc/g3hPYPwGGPU/s320/Agosto%2B2011%2Bhondarribia%2B016.JPG" /></a><br /><div>después de tiempo sin escribir en el blog,vuelvo a dar en el clavo</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7917753514277025971?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-29382989536595716832011-06-07T18:19:00.002+02:002011-06-07T18:22:52.452+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhW4G92dCTg/Te5QT5hKmiI/AAAAAAAAArU/L7fV5JwUzZs/s1600/27.06.2010%2B040.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615514088165251618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xhW4G92dCTg/Te5QT5hKmiI/AAAAAAAAArU/L7fV5JwUzZs/s320/27.06.2010%2B040.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Para saborear las diferencias más sutiles, la lengua tiene que tener un gusto neutral.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Salomo Friedlaender</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2938298953659571683?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-69576805341608476302011-05-02T21:07:00.003+02:002011-05-02T21:08:50.426+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-91WhJ7mK0/Tb8BJufoxVI/AAAAAAAAArI/xdGwN5wpyUY/s1600/2-5-2011%2B019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602197728083363154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f-91WhJ7mK0/Tb8BJufoxVI/AAAAAAAAArI/xdGwN5wpyUY/s320/2-5-2011%2B019.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Un pensamiento que piensa que no sabe sigue siendo un pensamiento.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Jean Paul Sartre</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6957680534160847630?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-54021987271721213962011-05-02T20:56:00.002+02:002011-05-02T21:00:07.475+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O70TXIb7xCg/Tb7_Kijh_FI/AAAAAAAAArA/nSErYDBTKZY/s1600/30-4-2011%2B032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602195543035083858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O70TXIb7xCg/Tb7_Kijh_FI/AAAAAAAAArA/nSErYDBTKZY/s320/30-4-2011%2B032.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>El aburrimiento es por desnutrición de cambio</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Jorge Wagensberg</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5402198727172121396?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-24091302964787593602011-05-01T23:21:00.001+02:002011-05-01T23:24:27.894+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8P53dKHF2o/Tb3Pey7HuMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/7NvbX2dl8oE/s1600/30-4-2011%2B114.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601861639491532994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8P53dKHF2o/Tb3Pey7HuMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/7NvbX2dl8oE/s320/30-4-2011%2B114.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>Només la ignoracia es consoladora.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>(Sólo la ignorancia es consoladora)</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Joan Fuster.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2409130296478759360?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-80457581918600643902011-04-25T17:25:00.002+02:002011-04-25T17:27:36.104+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_Xtj5ub6hc/TbWS0vtntsI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BysRh39SaaU/s1600/10.04.2011%2B094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599543146563745474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5_Xtj5ub6hc/TbWS0vtntsI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BysRh39SaaU/s320/10.04.2011%2B094.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>El viento trae</div><br /><br /><br /><div>suficientes hojas caídas</div><br /><br /><br /><div>para hacer fuego.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Ryokan</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8045758191860064390?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-42978082754325194742011-04-25T17:14:00.002+02:002011-04-25T17:16:52.557+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1vBvVCIS34/TbWQUzSAgUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WwiPB4W0f-g/s1600/10.04.2011%2B129.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599540398742602050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q1vBvVCIS34/TbWQUzSAgUI/AAAAAAAAAqo/WwiPB4W0f-g/s320/10.04.2011%2B129.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>La creatividad es esencial para supervivencia humana.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Goleman, Kaufman y Ray.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4297808275432519474?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-5904273189658874362011-04-17T23:07:00.002+02:002011-04-17T23:11:34.076+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlpiiFzpZxs/TatXczTLiGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aWm_gwoZsfI/s1600/10.04.2011%2B175.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596663114256582754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rlpiiFzpZxs/TatXczTLiGI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aWm_gwoZsfI/s320/10.04.2011%2B175.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>La intimidad es nuestro armario, forma actual de almario, el lugar secreto e inaccesible a los demás. (...) El espacio íntimo es inobservable.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Carlos Castilla del Pino</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-590427318965887436?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-1717412797428353292011-04-17T22:52:00.002+02:002011-04-17T22:56:00.856+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMS8OZ_XY4c/TatT0Qjmp4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/llMPic8Mq4A/s1600/10.04.2011%2B093.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596659119200577410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMS8OZ_XY4c/TatT0Qjmp4I/AAAAAAAAAqY/llMPic8Mq4A/s320/10.04.2011%2B093.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>Todo lo que se aferra al mundo es trivial.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">E.M. Cioran</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-171741279742835329?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-917664086066194772011-04-14T22:53:00.002+02:002011-04-14T22:57:47.748+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOe-JRzxvpw/TadfukCM5kI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_UmpJHbHwuw/s1600/10.04.2011%2B031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595546315582662210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NOe-JRzxvpw/TadfukCM5kI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/_UmpJHbHwuw/s320/10.04.2011%2B031.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>La causa de la insatisfacción radica en no reconocer las cosas que nos dañan y, por tanto, en no dejarlas que se desprendan.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Raúl de la Rosa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-91766408606619477?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-73459954775067285472011-04-14T22:50:00.002+02:002011-04-14T22:52:54.531+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XInY4Bb40A/Tadej8PeBaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bQBljQh9ezw/s1600/10.04.2011%2B056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595545033590572450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7XInY4Bb40A/Tadej8PeBaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bQBljQh9ezw/s320/10.04.2011%2B056.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>La intuición significa renunciar al control de la mente pensante y confiar en la visión del inconsciente.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Goleman, Kaufman y Ray</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7345995477506728547?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-26628150446255018382011-04-14T22:45:00.002+02:002011-04-14T22:47:42.039+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAg3a2TyYA4/TaddWyBuzOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BTzSUO01_J4/s1600/10.04.2011%2B021.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595543707998670050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XAg3a2TyYA4/TaddWyBuzOI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BTzSUO01_J4/s320/10.04.2011%2B021.JPGbis.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>La mayor parte de nuestras decisiones importantes dependen de la "corazonada", en otras palabras, de la "visión periférica" de la mente.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Alan Watts</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2662815044625501838?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-15108135321333659772011-04-11T20:56:00.002+02:002011-04-11T20:58:51.374+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9eJ3RB6t5E/TaNPVC2pYKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FMtwHLJYpog/s1600/10.04.2011%2B182.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594402385086210210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9eJ3RB6t5E/TaNPVC2pYKI/AAAAAAAAAp4/FMtwHLJYpog/s320/10.04.2011%2B182.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>La prisa y el desprecio del otro siempre van juntos.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Marie Balmary</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1510813532133365977?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-1595178533753344312011-04-03T18:46:00.002+02:002011-04-03T18:48:58.963+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFSyAWF3Evw/TZik6qkIk9I/AAAAAAAAApw/cz-9wZkBJ2s/s1600/5-2-2011%2B066.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591400265145684946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EFSyAWF3Evw/TZik6qkIk9I/AAAAAAAAApw/cz-9wZkBJ2s/s320/5-2-2011%2B066.JPGbis.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>La dicha es el recuerdo de lo que no se tuvo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Jorge de Arco</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-159517853375334431?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-63177354481499749212011-03-27T18:06:00.002+02:002011-03-27T18:08:41.636+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTU3XOpW42w/TY9g7O7DhsI/AAAAAAAAApo/FDUOu3mDqDQ/s1600/19-03-2011%2B016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588792233324414658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTU3XOpW42w/TY9g7O7DhsI/AAAAAAAAApo/FDUOu3mDqDQ/s320/19-03-2011%2B016.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>Las comparaciones son viciosas.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Boke Bazán</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6317735448149974921?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-17637379934342550562011-03-21T22:38:00.002+01:002011-03-21T22:41:08.324+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmaBvIAkPo/TYfF4akT2xI/AAAAAAAAApY/dF62_K5t1-I/s1600/19-03-2011%2B070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586651435771353874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmaBvIAkPo/TYfF4akT2xI/AAAAAAAAApY/dF62_K5t1-I/s320/19-03-2011%2B070.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Los fantasmas sufren visiones: somos nosotros....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Mario Quintana</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1763737993434255056?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-42511806795222656032011-03-21T22:30:00.002+01:002011-03-21T22:32:17.591+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7A2807Vgb0/TYfD0Ffc94I/AAAAAAAAApQ/AivaM0ZoKe8/s1600/19-03-2011%2B072.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586649162371102594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7A2807Vgb0/TYfD0Ffc94I/AAAAAAAAApQ/AivaM0ZoKe8/s320/19-03-2011%2B072.JPG" /></a><br /><div>En los días de neblina los fantasmas aprovechan para pasear de incógnito por las calles.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Mario Quintana</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4251180679522265603?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-36150414094068361052011-03-20T18:18:00.003+01:002011-03-20T18:24:10.408+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fG28MopyFxk/TYY39FP_1jI/AAAAAAAAApI/kSrQPwPJ_1w/s1600/19-03-2011%2B091.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586213910320502322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fG28MopyFxk/TYY39FP_1jI/AAAAAAAAApI/kSrQPwPJ_1w/s320/19-03-2011%2B091.JPG" /></a><br /><div>No es fácil mantener la conciencia de tus recursos mientras te hallas inmerso en las actividades cotidianas.</div><br /> <strong><span style="font-family:arial;"> D. Goleman<br /></span></strong><div></div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"> <br /></span></strong><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3615041409406836105?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-13795119245715213602011-03-20T18:06:00.002+01:002011-03-20T18:09:48.986+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjmmZroMfCo/TYY0yEhUxaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/i9s1tq9SJ6U/s1600/5-3-2011%2B012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586210422611297698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjmmZroMfCo/TYY0yEhUxaI/AAAAAAAAAo4/i9s1tq9SJ6U/s320/5-3-2011%2B012.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La habilidad de ver las cosas de una manera nueva es de vital importancia para el proceso creativo, radica en las ganas de cuestionar cualquier supuesto.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Kaufmann &amp; Ray</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1379511924571521360?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-47907417737517547312011-03-20T18:00:00.002+01:002011-03-20T18:04:15.941+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbW3YGQKUIw/TYYze-ZoBvI/AAAAAAAAAow/SMMYArwFsa8/s1600/19-03-2011%2B020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586208995039250162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dbW3YGQKUIw/TYYze-ZoBvI/AAAAAAAAAow/SMMYArwFsa8/s320/19-03-2011%2B020.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Al nacer, recibimos un regalo: tiempo. Para unos más largo, para otros más breve, pero independientemente de eso, todos podemos obtener lo mismo: ser conscientes de nosotros mismos y de la realidad.</div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Raúl de la Rosa</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4790741773751754731?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-47674594836864234202011-03-20T17:03:00.003+01:002011-03-20T17:06:41.821+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-el_ME8x7UsI/TYYl_QEN9jI/AAAAAAAAAoo/C65FzMHihCs/s1600/19-03-2011%2B036.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586194156374324786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-el_ME8x7UsI/TYYl_QEN9jI/AAAAAAAAAoo/C65FzMHihCs/s320/19-03-2011%2B036.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Puedes olvidarte de recordar o acordarte de olvidar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Milton Erickson.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4767459483686423420?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-40067167758412550172011-03-20T16:59:00.002+01:002011-03-20T17:02:21.694+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIogrpVT2Oc/TYYlAi3q8kI/AAAAAAAAAog/9PN5AqF-7SY/s1600/18.3.2011%2B087.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586193079090213442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oIogrpVT2Oc/TYYlAi3q8kI/AAAAAAAAAog/9PN5AqF-7SY/s320/18.3.2011%2B087.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El ser humano posee la interesante capacidad de <em><strong>juguetizar</strong></em> la realidad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>José Antonio Marina</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4006716775841255017?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-18707995699528355502011-03-20T16:54:00.002+01:002011-03-20T16:57:04.433+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeQyMemoNe0/TYYjwLV2hTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/D_89R5JTOy0/s1600/5-3-2011%2B100.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586191698384815410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeQyMemoNe0/TYYjwLV2hTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/D_89R5JTOy0/s320/5-3-2011%2B100.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Quien ya no aspira al paraíso se contenta con un chiste.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>José Antonio Marina</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1870799569952835550?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-29697446121986399922011-03-19T12:07:00.002+01:002011-03-19T12:11:46.085+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PRBuuBWupLQ/TYSPSegLNDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/D-K_yWEjSiA/s1600/18-03-2011%2B105.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585746985434690610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PRBuuBWupLQ/TYSPSegLNDI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/D-K_yWEjSiA/s320/18-03-2011%2B105.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Cuando uno es uno mismo siempre está a tiempo de aprender, rectificar y encontrar, más pronto o más tarde, la senda adecuada para intentar alcanzar la iluminación.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Vera Sho Dan</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2969744612198639992?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-7795205097130179892011-03-09T23:08:00.002+01:002011-03-09T23:10:29.611+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvqPmRQ--cg/TXf6wizuBbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MtNYPhqQ0y8/s1600/5-3-2011%2B035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582205975033415090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YvqPmRQ--cg/TXf6wizuBbI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MtNYPhqQ0y8/s320/5-3-2011%2B035.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La comprensión desdramatiza.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Branko Bokun</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-779520509713017989?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-88311629755674163452011-03-09T22:54:00.002+01:002011-03-09T22:57:36.865+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6z-Plsvs9Y/TXf3vZ5p_pI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mEBccHWliTU/s1600/5-3-2011%2B142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582202656927645330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6z-Plsvs9Y/TXf3vZ5p_pI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mEBccHWliTU/s320/5-3-2011%2B142.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El buen nadador lo consigue enseguida porque olvida el agua.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Confucio</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8831162975567416345?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-752554169188235562011-03-06T21:29:00.003+01:002011-03-06T21:31:34.472+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tFd0teRbmU/TXPvB_xm-gI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ELF3RRNYqu0/s1600/5-3-2011%2B147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581067180820593154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1tFd0teRbmU/TXPvB_xm-gI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ELF3RRNYqu0/s320/5-3-2011%2B147.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Cuando alguien alcanza la comprensión, debe reir; no debe llorar.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Proverbio zen</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-75255416918823556?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-57719051902820460222011-03-06T21:22:00.003+01:002011-03-06T21:25:47.353+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQfqTmCz_J4/TXPtfrgan-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dU0dtl7mkB8/s1600/5-3-2011%2B042.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581065491752591330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQfqTmCz_J4/TXPtfrgan-I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dU0dtl7mkB8/s320/5-3-2011%2B042.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Tenemos que mirar la vida como una mentira continua, tanto en las pequeñas cosas como en las grandes.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">A.Schopenhauer</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5771905190282046022?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-56497518774150702412011-03-03T17:14:00.003+01:002011-03-03T17:17:24.165+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DbSQdaFRYE/TW--6YWQJvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/7llgQIAa5j0/s1600/fotos%2Biphone%2BManuel%2B032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579888373512808178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6DbSQdaFRYE/TW--6YWQJvI/AAAAAAAAAnE/7llgQIAa5j0/s320/fotos%2Biphone%2BManuel%2B032.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La verdadera facultad de recordar está en la imaginación no en la memoria.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Marie Balmary</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5649751877415070241?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-70598734610412064252011-02-20T20:36:00.002+01:002011-02-20T20:39:51.138+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--03SojyBIfE/TWFt8NWD9FI/AAAAAAAAAm8/eVy1vCSoeMc/s1600/20-2-2011%2B080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575858694803158098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--03SojyBIfE/TWFt8NWD9FI/AAAAAAAAAm8/eVy1vCSoeMc/s320/20-2-2011%2B080.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La incertidumbre es la complejidad del entorno.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Jorge Wagensberg</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7059873461041206425?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-47451288564941799762011-02-20T20:19:00.002+01:002011-02-20T20:20:45.863+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mumP7hfkxxI/TWFpgRSnQ6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/n65Cy11MOOI/s1600/20-2-2011%2B076.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575853816779588514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mumP7hfkxxI/TWFpgRSnQ6I/AAAAAAAAAm0/n65Cy11MOOI/s320/20-2-2011%2B076.JPG" /></a><br /><div>No hay nada humano que no se encuentre en cada uno de nosotros.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Erich Fromm</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4745128856494179976?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-66165531740172880802011-02-16T23:26:00.002+01:002011-02-16T23:29:35.305+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig12d5gi3g4/TVxPrysvD7I/AAAAAAAAAms/pjiq_94tpWo/s1600/9.2.2011%2B027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574418052540207026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ig12d5gi3g4/TVxPrysvD7I/AAAAAAAAAms/pjiq_94tpWo/s320/9.2.2011%2B027.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Estamos aquí, no fue fácil, no es fácil, nunca será facil y falta menos para el final.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Mark Oliver Everett</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6616553174017288080?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-86778536132886699962011-02-09T21:16:00.001+01:002011-02-09T21:18:58.612+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TVL2mBhbXPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7aT-Gq6OGAc/s1600/9.2.2011%2B021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571786822114827506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TVL2mBhbXPI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7aT-Gq6OGAc/s320/9.2.2011%2B021.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Llevados por las técnicas, somos ya incapaces de relacionarnos directamente no sólo con otros hombres, sino hasta con las cosas.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>José Ferrater Mora</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8677853613288669996?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-86526578099821876252011-02-05T18:45:00.002+01:002011-02-05T18:47:39.374+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TU2NJT93L6I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UP8spIHno9o/s1600/5-2-2011%2B039.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570263505245253538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TU2NJT93L6I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UP8spIHno9o/s320/5-2-2011%2B039.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La especulación es un lujo mientras que la acción es una necesidad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Henri Bergson</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8652657809982187625?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-70131501684386463262011-02-04T21:33:00.002+01:002011-02-04T21:35:30.788+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TUxi_qpmyiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/I4pqzAH8Z9Y/s1600/8-12-2010%2B026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569935685070539298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TUxi_qpmyiI/AAAAAAAAAmU/I4pqzAH8Z9Y/s320/8-12-2010%2B026.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nuestra ignoracia tiende a perpetuar las condiciones que generan el sufrimiento y el temor.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Frances Vaughan</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7013150168438646326?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-81812454841588120692011-01-25T22:42:00.001+01:002011-01-25T22:45:59.822+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TT9EbBbHkgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-oRv6rtD_ZE/s1600/1-1-2011%2B014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566242895482556930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TT9EbBbHkgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/-oRv6rtD_ZE/s320/1-1-2011%2B014.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El público contemporáneo es el primero al cual se le vende fácilmente lo que ni necesita, ni le gusta.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Nicolás Gómez Dávila.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8181245484158812069?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-27475683728364086432011-01-18T22:39:00.002+01:002011-01-18T22:42:51.834+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TTYJRN11xgI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1GUtsy7G4tU/s1600/2-1-2011%2B064.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563644581040735746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TTYJRN11xgI/AAAAAAAAAl8/1GUtsy7G4tU/s320/2-1-2011%2B064.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La riqueza de la fotografía reside no en lo que está en ella, sino en lo que nosotros fijamos o proyectamos sobre ella.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Edgar Morin</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2747568372836408643?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-80397026522122319972011-01-15T20:47:00.001+01:002011-01-15T20:57:11.706+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TTH8BNkBgNI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FOwLwNZ11og/s1600/2-1-2011%2B049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562504112530096338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TTH8BNkBgNI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FOwLwNZ11og/s320/2-1-2011%2B049.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El anhelo y la búsqueda de totalidad se llama amor.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Platón</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8039702652212231997?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-49996441792266090752011-01-10T23:13:00.003+01:002011-01-10T23:16:38.290+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TSuFAoIBtBI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ah28Ci-I0G0/s1600/2-1-2011%2B008.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560684410736587794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TSuFAoIBtBI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ah28Ci-I0G0/s320/2-1-2011%2B008.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Cada pupila descubre un mundo.</div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>José Antonio Marina</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4999644179226609075?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-56280886231359160842011-01-09T23:43:00.002+01:002011-01-09T23:49:24.502+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TSo7ZPGUAOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6qqgo3gtd2c/s1600/8-12-2010%2B059.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560321994678075618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TSo7ZPGUAOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6qqgo3gtd2c/s320/8-12-2010%2B059.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nombrar es una forma de conocer lo que se ama y de amar sin conocer.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Eugenia Rico</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5628088623135916084?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-48453355096016777222010-12-25T22:34:00.003+01:002010-12-25T22:39:12.841+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TRZkaNB6NpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NEwMgg5xbPM/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554737591745132178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TRZkaNB6NpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/NEwMgg5xbPM/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El encuentro entre el hombre y el mundo externo ocurre exclusivamente en los adentros del hombre y no es en el fondo sino un encuentro entre instinto y entendimiento.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">W. Worringer</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4845335509601677722?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-20353145568902848972010-12-25T22:25:00.001+01:002010-12-25T22:29:07.420+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TRZiDm5DJVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/upu8rPbS3Os/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554735004527043922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TRZiDm5DJVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/upu8rPbS3Os/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Cuando se lleva todas las de perder, la única manera de ganar es rompiendo las reglas.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Paul Auster</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2035314556890284897?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-66904999121791432752010-12-21T11:55:00.003+01:002010-12-21T11:57:42.526+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TRCIDb-twOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/zk9t02J6hXo/s1600/6-7-06%2B019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553087933179609314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TRCIDb-twOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/zk9t02J6hXo/s320/6-7-06%2B019.jpg" /></a><br /><div>La madre del conocimiento y al propio tiempo la espuela de la acción es la <em>decepción</em>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Martin Heidegger</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6690499912179143275?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-42693752351654798062010-12-17T20:18:00.002+01:002010-12-17T20:26:39.667+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TQu5X_U6xKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-F-gmc0fpoc/s1600/DSCN1403.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551734787451569314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TQu5X_U6xKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-F-gmc0fpoc/s320/DSCN1403.JPG" /></a><br /><div>A medida que el intelecto se desarrolla, la estupidez lo sigue como una sombra pegajosa y entrometida.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Robert Musil</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4269375235165479806?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-20875157069228468752010-12-15T14:42:00.001+01:002010-12-15T14:46:32.185+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TQjGmcFAH1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/-aERKnCZd9Q/s1600/DSCN1402.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550904904408637266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TQjGmcFAH1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/-aERKnCZd9Q/s320/DSCN1402.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Para que la mente opere hay que abastecerla bien de desorden.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Paul Valéry</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2087515706922846875?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-25668539971881101432010-12-08T20:33:00.002+01:002010-12-08T20:45:09.736+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TP_gLWbLmxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4iNrrZvTxtM/s1600/8-12-2010%2B010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548399751546510098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TP_gLWbLmxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4iNrrZvTxtM/s320/8-12-2010%2B010.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Los hombres son, unos para otros, de especies diferentes. No pueden juzgarse entre sí mutuamente.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Benjamin Constant</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-2566853997188110143?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-19805167573167765592010-12-06T19:38:00.001+01:002010-12-06T19:40:19.171+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TP0t8EFcI1I/AAAAAAAAAko/HcYlGqH12cE/s1600/IMG_0546.JPGbis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547640825902277458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TP0t8EFcI1I/AAAAAAAAAko/HcYlGqH12cE/s320/IMG_0546.JPGbis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Según como se mire, algunas cosas se parecen</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1980516757316776559?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-49330092668895393372010-12-01T22:36:00.003+01:002010-12-01T22:43:56.574+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TPbBPDlsFvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q4OpnCeWjCM/s1600/28.11.2010%2B160.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545832455558928114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TPbBPDlsFvI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q4OpnCeWjCM/s320/28.11.2010%2B160.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="justify">La "mano invisible" del mercado en manos de individuos egoístas que buscan su propia riqueza y placer parece bastante reacia o impotente a la hora de salvar a los humanos de crueldades recíprocas.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Zygmunt Bauman</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4933009266889539337?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-84317076224819174962010-12-01T22:30:00.002+01:002010-12-01T22:34:27.148+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TPa_VVe4-8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/lpmQVfl-EDU/s1600/28.11.2010%2B174.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545830364418210754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TPa_VVe4-8I/AAAAAAAAAkY/lpmQVfl-EDU/s320/28.11.2010%2B174.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Un momento que no sea placentero es un momento perdido.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Zygmunt Bauman</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-8431707622481917496?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-54062956205823468772010-11-25T22:10:00.003+01:002010-11-25T22:21:08.546+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TO7TIuByWyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Lz52R3mVNXk/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543600338087598882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TO7TIuByWyI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Lz52R3mVNXk/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Al evaporarse la categoría de la persona individual, se vuelve central la conciencia de la construcción.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Kennet Gergen</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5406295620582346877?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-70234991293352259152010-11-19T18:11:00.001+01:002010-11-19T18:13:27.202+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOawEeXfbuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Evc1YOMyRko/s1600/IMG_0502.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541309982443532002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOawEeXfbuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Evc1YOMyRko/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nada es más fructuoso que conservar un secreto.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">E.M. Cioran</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-7023499129335225915?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-49831796826067280122010-11-16T22:43:00.003+01:002010-11-16T22:49:27.797+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOL8Ff3BknI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pFHo2xBsZlU/s1600/londres%2B2010%2B179.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540267663000965746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOL8Ff3BknI/AAAAAAAAAkA/pFHo2xBsZlU/s320/londres%2B2010%2B179.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Identidad es el rechazo de lo que otros quieren que seas.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Max Frish</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4983179682606728012?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-68802702597525348632010-11-16T22:37:00.002+01:002010-11-16T22:41:56.165+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOL6cPzUUSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xYenOOIzwnw/s1600/IMG_0460.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540265854804185378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOL6cPzUUSI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xYenOOIzwnw/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El individuo arrastra el peso de un fardo cada vez más pesado de imperativos, dudas sobre sí mismo e irracionalidades.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Kenneth J. Gergen</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6880270259752534863?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-41407079821371569942010-11-14T19:34:00.002+01:002010-11-14T19:37:15.488+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOAsLfUU_bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/T9wgycuIpmA/s1600/IMG_0503.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539476117562654130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOAsLfUU_bI/AAAAAAAAAjw/T9wgycuIpmA/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Cada uno es su sentimiento de la muerte.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>E.M. Cioran</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4140707982137156994?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-16623864616031974192010-11-14T18:18:00.002+01:002010-11-14T18:21:06.258+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOAaYHPEuVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/jCUe-UykDIY/s1600/IMG_0453.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539456543227165010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TOAaYHPEuVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/jCUe-UykDIY/s320/IMG_0453.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La realidad podría permitirse ser inverosímil; la ficción en cambio, no.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Mark Twain</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1662386461603197419?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-63347795086160199422010-11-11T22:37:00.002+01:002010-11-11T22:41:35.977+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TNxi9dAuQhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PQGeh830s24/s1600/2.10.2010%2B093.JPGis.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538410449658069522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TNxi9dAuQhI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PQGeh830s24/s320/2.10.2010%2B093.JPGis.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Tanto el exceso como la escasez generan las reacciones que permiten recuperar el equilibrio perdido.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Norberto Levy.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-6334779508616019942?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-11091070396014218812010-11-10T07:54:00.002+01:002010-11-10T07:58:19.158+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TNpCb0CNsNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rZQ6Yia8UUQ/s1600/2.10.2010%2B161.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537811737397276882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TNpCb0CNsNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/rZQ6Yia8UUQ/s320/2.10.2010%2B161.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Expresar una idea con todos sus matices con frecuencia requiere una palabra aún no inventada.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Jorge Wagensberg</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1109107039601421881?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-44217731393009578752010-11-03T22:53:00.002+01:002010-11-03T22:55:01.476+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TNHaKukGFwI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ZVaUq7rkNoE/s1600/DSCN1223.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535445294848022274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TNHaKukGFwI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ZVaUq7rkNoE/s320/DSCN1223.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La brillantez no atrae más que servidumbre.</div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Winnicott</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-4421773139300957875?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-4597591368405384512010-11-01T23:11:00.003+01:002010-11-01T23:17:16.472+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TM88FSkOmGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/o_eYoC9Hn70/s1600/IMG_2417.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534708528642431074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TM88FSkOmGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/o_eYoC9Hn70/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Todos los que sondean el alma saben, muy a su pesar, que "cada cual es para sí mismo lo más lejano".</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Friedrich Nietzsche</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-459759136840538451?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-35898254818268393302010-10-29T22:37:00.002+02:002010-10-29T22:43:49.033+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMsx66ChKVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/m9BYoZyVsJA/s1600/DSCN1233.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533571455236778322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMsx66ChKVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/m9BYoZyVsJA/s320/DSCN1233.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Cuando nuestros mapas no encajan con el territorio, cuando actuamos como si nuestras inferencias fueran un conocimiento de los hechos, nos preparamos a nosotros mismos para un mundo que no está ahí.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Harry L. Weinberg</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3589825481826839330?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-54027407145393473492010-10-27T23:04:00.002+02:002010-10-27T23:08:01.209+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMiUlV6v2aI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XRc7AppcIbA/s1600/2.10.2010+133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532835511484275106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMiUlV6v2aI/AAAAAAAAAiw/XRc7AppcIbA/s320/2.10.2010+133.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Nadie puede vender suerte.</div><br /><div>La Buena suerte no se vende.</div><br /><div>Desconfía de los vendedores de suerte.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Álex Rovira/ Fernando Trías de Bes</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-5402740714539347349?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-11262125051318189012010-10-25T21:55:00.002+02:002010-10-25T21:58:55.365+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMXhSkFFqCI/AAAAAAAAAio/00ngrRdIgpE/s1600/9.10-2010+013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532075426333435938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMXhSkFFqCI/AAAAAAAAAio/00ngrRdIgpE/s320/9.10-2010+013.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El riesgo está en los ojos del que mira.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Goleman, Kaufman y Ray</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-1126212505131818901?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-91388426680334053492010-10-23T20:34:00.002+02:002010-10-23T20:47:32.718+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMMtpPXiwQI/AAAAAAAAAig/ptA1JpAzZSE/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531314953864265986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMMtpPXiwQI/AAAAAAAAAig/ptA1JpAzZSE/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El cerebro está diseñado para sobrevivir, y no para buscar laverdad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Richard Gregory</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-9138842668033405349?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-909189475679710532010-10-21T22:38:00.002+02:002010-10-21T22:41:45.074+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMCldU48rqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ttbzt5ME9jE/s1600/Berlin+Sep-2010+186.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530602265653325474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TMCldU48rqI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ttbzt5ME9jE/s320/Berlin+Sep-2010+186.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Todo ser humano es un artista, y cada acción una obra de arte.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Joseph Beuys</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-90918947567971053?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-9175395463842164852010-10-20T23:05:00.001+02:002010-10-20T23:07:40.965+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TL9aCYCAUXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fX9iF6ghNLw/s1600/2.10.2010+164.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530237864291357042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TL9aCYCAUXI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fX9iF6ghNLw/s320/2.10.2010+164.JPG" /></a><br /><div>No estamos programados para morir.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Tom Kirkwood</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-917539546384216485?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099475673460908609.post-37867046287991166552010-10-20T22:50:00.002+02:002010-10-20T22:53:26.278+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TL9WrSwpbeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YUALXKt_Pro/s1600/Berlin+Sep-2010+025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530234169204501986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ACpr7gl-zTA/TL9WrSwpbeI/AAAAAAAAAiI/YUALXKt_Pro/s320/Berlin+Sep-2010+025.JPG" /></a><br /><div>La felicidad es consecuencia de una forma de vivir.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">José María Contreras</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6099475673460908609-3786704628799116655?l=manuelramosgascon.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>manuelramosgascónhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07025401977722953520noreply@blogger.com0