<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:47:42.182-08:00</updated><category term='ethics'/><category term='sexo'/><category term='juegos'/><category term='paseos'/><category term='rechazo'/><category term='gatos'/><category term='Elecciones'/><category term='mamera'/><category term='trips'/><category term='estaciones'/><category term='bonobos'/><category term='hielo'/><category term='religión'/><category term='vacaciones china'/><category term='pesadillas'/><category term='usa'/><category term='confianza'/><category term='patines'/><category term='ee.uu.'/><category term='recuerdos'/><category term='piedras'/><category term='memoria'/><category term='duelo'/><category term='lecciones de vuelo'/><category term='xi&apos;an'/><category term='guilin'/><category term='willingness'/><category term='vida'/><category term='política'/><category term='big bang theory style'/><category term='películas'/><category term='paráilis del sueño'/><category term='aprendizaje'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='ejército'/><category term='verdad'/><category term='beijing'/><category term='economía'/><category term='deseos'/><category term='paramilitares'/><category term='mentiras'/><category term='noguera'/><category term='changes'/><category term='pato'/><category term='frustración'/><category term='genética'/><category term='reconciliación'/><category term='comentarios estilo big bang theory'/><category term='cuentos'/><category term='kiruna'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='hartazgo'/><category term='genetics'/><category term='nanjing'/><category term='fanatismo'/><category term='belleza'/><category term='changsha'/><category term='ética'/><category term='vacíos'/><category term='politics'/><category term='promesas'/><category term='enseñanzas'/><category term='perdón'/><category term='mariposa'/><category term='cats'/><category term='amor'/><category term='mujeres'/><category term='farc'/><category term='genpets'/><category term='cambios'/><category term='voluntad'/><category term='shanghai'/><category term='muralla'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='crítica'/><category term='pekin'/><category term='sleep paralysis'/><category term='sentimientos'/><category term='despedida'/><category term='almendras'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='creencias'/><category term='demonios'/><category term='cianuro'/><category term='sueco'/><category term='hockey'/><category term='sweden'/><category term='intolerancia'/><category term='ateismo'/><category term='cine'/><category term='stories'/><category term='Suecia'/><category term='porcelanas'/><category term='paz'/><category term='secuestrados'/><title type='text'>El cuaderno de Camilo Alejandro</title><subtitle type='html'>Una colección de escritos varios que reflejan mi opinión sobre temas diversos: Tecnología, cultura, política y mi propia vida.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-9070817282487757470</id><published>2011-07-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:50:07.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azahar</title><summary type='text'>A la pregunta de cual es la palabra mas bonita del español no contestaría "Querétaro", como lo hicieron hace poco los visitantes de la RAE. Ante esa pregunta contesto sin dudar "azahar", en particular en la pronunciación americana, donde una 'z' (/s/) muy suave sigue el flujo de las tantas aes."Azahar" es una palabra que me suena la España musulmana, a reyes y sultanes. Aunque esa asociación es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9070817282487757470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=9070817282487757470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/9070817282487757470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/9070817282487757470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/azahar.html' title='Azahar'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3555771282442388573</id><published>2011-07-03T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:41:48.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning</title><summary type='text'>Here we are: me and abyss. And the waves that sweep me like debris and keep my head under the water. I can't breath! Where is the surface? Am I swimming in the right direction? My lungs are about to explode. There is silence all around, and the darkness bellow my feet. Should I throw the air remaining in my lungs? I can't breath! I can't hold it anymore, try to breath. It hurts, it chokes me. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3555771282442388573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3555771282442388573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3555771282442388573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3555771282442388573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2011/07/drowning.html' title='Drowning'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6612967030728446785</id><published>2010-10-10T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:37:43.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinestesia</title><summary type='text'>Están casi todas las mañanas en la  parada del bus. Son los demás viajeros cuyas caras recuerdo:  “el  chino”, “la mamá”, “el indio” y por supuesto ella, “la pelirroja”. Como  me pasa siempre con las suecas, no atino a descubrir su edad y podría  ser cualquiera entre 15 y 30. No es que sea importante en realidad,  porque lo que la hace interesante es el color de su pelo. Las pelirrojas me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6612967030728446785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6612967030728446785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6612967030728446785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6612967030728446785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinestesia.html' title='Sinestesia'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2944346579851733913</id><published>2010-05-22T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:45:36.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las cartas que no envío</title><summary type='text'>Tengo muchas ganas de escribir una carta  de las antiguas. De esas que empiezan con "Querida María". No parece  ser una tarea fácil sin embargo. Las cartas de verdad no se parecen a  los mensajes escritos que intercambiamos por celular o correo  electrónico. Son mas parecidas a un ensayo o incluso a un cuento, donde  tienes un inicio, un nudo y un desenlace. Tienes que encontrar un tema  central </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2944346579851733913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2944346579851733913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2944346579851733913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2944346579851733913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/las-cartas-que-no-envio.html' title='Las cartas que no envío'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7055959571838372689</id><published>2009-09-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:53:12.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuentos'/><title type='text'>Reality Test</title><summary type='text'>“Once in a while we,or  may be just I, have the feeling that our life would be much more better if we had a second chance, in we where able to ‘cheat’ in some way. To live our lives again knowing the stuff we know today. Well, my darling, I must confess I cheated.” Is not that Jane was not used to James strange behavior, but that kind of confession was totally incomprehensible. So she said the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7055959571838372689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7055959571838372689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7055959571838372689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7055959571838372689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/09/reality-test.html' title='Reality Test'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7212604043700620115</id><published>2009-08-10T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:44:46.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man from the south</title><summary type='text'>There is an episode from “Alfred Hitchcock presents” named “The man from the south.” That episode presents a gabler who plays a twisted bet, he will win a convertible car if he is able to turn on his lighter 10 times in a row. If he fails he will lose his left little finger.  The thrill of the story goes around the stress before each try, and the mental game the owner of the car plays with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7212604043700620115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7212604043700620115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7212604043700620115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7212604043700620115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-from-south.html' title='The man from the south'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-222806658106936853</id><published>2009-06-09T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:46:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una historia</title><summary type='text'>Te cuento una historia? Ven, sientate acá y te la cuento. No me mires así, que solo es una historia. Piensas que ya conoces todas mis historias, porque todas se parecen, pero esta es como ninguna otra. Esta tiene monstruos, y magos y un héroe. ¿No te parece original? Sientate y déjame contarte, verás que es especial.Esta historia empieza en una época en que la tierra estaba llena de magia. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/222806658106936853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=222806658106936853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/222806658106936853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/222806658106936853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-cuento-una-historia-ven-sientate-aca.html' title='Una historia'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2251139064431001427</id><published>2009-06-04T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:39:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valencia brief</title><summary type='text'>Leea "Valencia condensada".Holiday is over, and following my own custom here you have a chronicle about my misadventures.The south of Spain said hello with a lot of sun, but not as hot as I was afraid. One can tell one is in Spain when the ground change it's color. Everything is dry yellow almost without green. There are some green in the extensive orange fields. The lack of green is a shock at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2251139064431001427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2251139064431001427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2251139064431001427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2251139064431001427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/valencia-brief.html' title='Valencia brief'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7061252339490092590</id><published>2009-06-03T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:37:20.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valencia condensada</title><summary type='text'>Read "Valencia brief"Se acabaron las vacaciones, o casi, y siguiendo mi costumbre acá va una crónica sobre mis desventuras aventuras.El sur de España me recibió con sol aunque no tanto calor como me temía. Uno sabe que llegó a España cuando el suelo cambia de color. El suelo es amarillo y el verde no se ve. Aunque sí hay algo de verde en los extensos cultivos de naranja. De entrada ese color es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7061252339490092590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7061252339490092590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7061252339490092590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7061252339490092590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/06/valencia-condensada.html' title='Valencia condensada'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-700927377010064862</id><published>2009-05-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T08:40:10.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.</title><summary type='text'>      I have nothing to say, let’s copy Rumi in the meanwhile: Come my Master, come don’t turn away from me,come my deceitful Moon!Look at this forlorn and thirsty lovercome my drunken King!You are my life, my senses, you are everything!Be the rising Moon in my dark nightsI am thirsty for your light.Use my hands, look through my eyes,listen with my ears.You are the soul of every living thing.Come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/700927377010064862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=700927377010064862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/700927377010064862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/700927377010064862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/enough-of-words-come-to-me-without.html' title='Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5034728814223583186</id><published>2009-04-18T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:34:05.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suecia'/><title type='text'>600 gramos</title><summary type='text'>En mi segundo día en Suecia compre sal. 600 gramos de sal, para ser exactos. No estaba muy seguro de si era yodada o no, porque no entendía nada de sueco, pero necesitaba sal para cocinar. Se han ido casi todos los 600 gramos ya, como un reloj de arena han marcado el paso del tiempo, y me pregunto ¿ha cambiado algo?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5034728814223583186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5034728814223583186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5034728814223583186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5034728814223583186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/04/600-gramos.html' title='600 gramos'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7443296520506159808</id><published>2009-02-07T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:50:03.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweden'/><title type='text'>Charm</title><summary type='text'>Any fair or exhibition has tow faces. The one shown to the public, and the hidden one. Because the fair is made by humans, for humans, the public face is created to look nice and perfect. with colorful carpets, pretty girls, handsome boys and neat spaces. But nothing in the fair is meant to last and all the decoration and beauty are going to disappear in a few days. So, and because our human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7443296520506159808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7443296520506159808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7443296520506159808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7443296520506159808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/02/charm.html' title='Charm'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1302789600776424765</id><published>2009-01-22T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:04:12.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiruna'/><title type='text'>Snowmobile and the best things in life</title><summary type='text'>Leer "Motos de nieve y las mejores cosas de la vida".The day starts sunny and warm. Well, the idea of warm here is different to my idea of warm back at home. Having minus 6 degrees Celsius looks like a warm temperature here. The main activity today was the snow scooters and the dog sledge. Because we are going to stay outside for a long time the company in charge of the activity make us wear an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1302789600776424765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1302789600776424765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1302789600776424765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1302789600776424765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/snowmobile-and-best-things-on-life.html' title='Snowmobile and the best things in life'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3442427504204908563</id><published>2009-01-22T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:05:44.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paseos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiruna'/><title type='text'>Motos de nieve y las mejores cosas de la vida</title><summary type='text'>Read "Snowmobile and the best things in life."El jueves comienza tibio y soleado. Aunque la idea de tibio es un poco diferente acá a lo que era en casa. Tener menos 6 grados de verdad parece tibio. Las actividades para hoy son motos de nieve y trineo con perros. Como vamos a estar mucho tiempo al aire libre, la empresa a cargo de llevarnos nos hace cambiar de zapatos y vestir un overol adicional,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3442427504204908563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3442427504204908563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3442427504204908563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3442427504204908563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/motos-de-nieve-y-las-mejores-cosas-de.html' title='Motos de nieve y las mejores cosas de la vida'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-371237173369316121</id><published>2009-01-21T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:35:38.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paseos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiruna'/><title type='text'>Sopa de alce</title><summary type='text'>Read "Moose soup."La actividad principal para hoy fue la visita a una granja sami, donde ellos crian sus renos. Los samis (también llamados lapones en español) son una minoría étnica que vive en las regiones nórdicas. Son un pueblo semi-nómada, que se mueve en grandes áreas siempre con sus renos. Ellos se consideran a si mismos mas sami que suecos, y por eso mismo no son realmente parte de los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/371237173369316121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=371237173369316121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/371237173369316121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/371237173369316121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sopa-de-alce.html' title='Sopa de alce'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3866336821061732640</id><published>2009-01-21T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:35:35.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiruna'/><title type='text'>Moose soup</title><summary type='text'>Leer "sopa de alce"The main activity today was a visit to a reindeer farm, managed by sami people. The sami are a ethnic minority living in the north. They are semi-nomad people, moving around big areas with their reindeers. They consider themselves sami more than Swedish, and because of that they are not really part of the national states where they live. It has the big disadvantage of making </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3866336821061732640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3866336821061732640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3866336821061732640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3866336821061732640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/moose-soup.html' title='Moose soup'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-113358365828074036</id><published>2009-01-20T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:29:36.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paseos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiruna'/><title type='text'>Kiruna: ¿Cuanto dijo?</title><summary type='text'>Read "Kiruna: How long did you say?"Desde Göteborg hasta Kiruna son 20 horas en tren, que empiezan en un moderno X2000 (3 horas hasta Estocolmo) y continúan en un coche cama, ya no tan moderno, hasta Kiruna.Kiruna es el municipio mas grande de suecia, y también del mundo. Es, sin embargo, el mas despoblado. Está localizada mas allá del círculo polar ártico. Tan al norte es natural que haga frío, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113358365828074036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=113358365828074036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113358365828074036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113358365828074036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiruna-cuanto-dijo.html' title='Kiruna: ¿Cuanto dijo?'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-4696572571641589570</id><published>2009-01-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:29:05.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiruna'/><title type='text'>Kiruna: How long did you say?</title><summary type='text'>Leer: "Kiruna: ¿Cuanto dijo?"From Göteborg to Kiruna the trip takes 20 hours, that begin in a modern X2000 (3 hours to stockholm) and continues in a couch wagon, not as modern, to Kiruna.Kiruna is the biggest municipality in Sweden, and in the world. It has, however, the lowest population density. It is located beyond the polar arctic circle, and so north it is cold. Really cold. Obviously there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4696572571641589570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=4696572571641589570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4696572571641589570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4696572571641589570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiruna-how-long-did-you-say.html' title='Kiruna: How long did you say?'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6521519430193745776</id><published>2009-01-11T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:47:40.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hielo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juegos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patines'/><title type='text'>Sangrar</title><summary type='text'>- ¿Es eso sangre? - Me pregunto.- Sí, es sangre - Me respondo.Frenar siempre ha sido una tarea complicada para mi. No se como detenerme, así que siempre sigo adelante o termino dando vueltas sobre el mismo punto hasta que pierdo la inercia. No es una metáfora sobre mi forma de ser, aunque es perfectamente aplicable, y como todas las características humanas puede ser virtud o defecto. Virtud </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6521519430193745776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6521519430193745776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6521519430193745776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6521519430193745776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/sangrar.html' title='Sangrar'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7900209233580616237</id><published>2009-01-04T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:15:38.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesadillas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paráilis del sueño'/><title type='text'>Los demonios que llegan de madrugada</title><summary type='text'>Read "the demons come at dawn"Se paran a mi lado, esperando a que despierte. Tienen formas diferentes. Un zombie, un sacerdote vudú, una figura parecida a un vampiro, una anciana en una túnica blanca, un hombre negro cubierto en polvo blanco, un grupo de niños vestidos de blanco, un demonio negro, un fantasma. Algunas veces no los veo pero se que están ahí. Abro los ojos y los veo quietos, en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7900209233580616237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7900209233580616237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7900209233580616237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7900209233580616237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/los-demonios-que-llegan-de-madrugada.html' title='Los demonios que llegan de madrugada'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1280570210952661226</id><published>2009-01-04T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:15:36.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep paralysis'/><title type='text'>The demons come at dawn</title><summary type='text'>Leer "los demonios que llegan de madrugada"They stand by my side, awaiting me as I wake up. They take different bodies. An un-death, a voodoo priest, a vampire looking figure, an old woman in a white tunic, a black male covered in white powder, a group of children dressed in white, a black demon, a ghost. Sometimes I can't see them, but I know they are there.  I open my eyes and see them, quiet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1280570210952661226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1280570210952661226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1280570210952661226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1280570210952661226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2009/01/demons-came-at-morning.html' title='The demons come at dawn'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-4199987981562987854</id><published>2008-12-24T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:06:19.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustración'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueco'/><title type='text'>Analogía con carros</title><summary type='text'>Las analogías con carros son muy usadas para explicar conceptos abstractos. Si se compara un producto muy bueno con uno barato se dice que es la diferencia entre un Rolls Royce y un Fiat. También se compara la velocidad de un nuevo procesador con la de un carro de fórmula 1.Como no tengo nada mejor que decir voy a contar mi (frustrado) aprendizaje del sueco, usando una analogía de carros. Acá va </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4199987981562987854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=4199987981562987854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4199987981562987854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4199987981562987854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/analoga-de-carros.html' title='Analogía con carros'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-9130705125061938905</id><published>2008-12-12T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:48:35.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genpets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Bonsai kitten 2.0</title><summary type='text'>Leer "mas gatos embotellados".Several years ago a web page called "bonsai kitten" created some controversy. They explained, with pictures, how to grown cats inside a bottle as a very twisted decoration handicraft. It was a hoax with the intended propose of offense. The bonsai kitten where a reasonable good Photoshop work (or GIMP, if you use free software).Recently three different friends have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9130705125061938905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=9130705125061938905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/9130705125061938905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/9130705125061938905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/bonsai-kitten-20.html' title='Bonsai kitten 2.0'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/121776013_ccb5fd6789_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8637610355934421838</id><published>2008-12-10T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:39:47.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genpets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ética'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gatos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genética'/><title type='text'>Mas gatos embotellados</title><summary type='text'>Read "bonsai kitten 2.o."Hace unos años circulaban muchos correos criticando a una página web llamada "bonsai kitten". En esta página explicaban como meter criar gatos dentro de una botella como una forma, bastante torcida, de decoración. La página era un engaño, pensada con la intención de ofender. Los gatos embotellados eran el resultado de un trabajo decente de Photoshop (o GIMP para los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8637610355934421838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8637610355934421838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8637610355934421838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8637610355934421838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/12/mas-gatos-embotellados.html' title='Mas gatos embotellados'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/121776013_ccb5fd6789_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-85890661617037769</id><published>2008-11-18T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:46:01.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco sentidos</title><summary type='text'>sensual. (Del lat. sensuālis). 1.      adj. Perteneciente o relativo a las sensaciones de los sentidos. 2.      adj. Se dice de los gustos y deleites de los sentidos, de las cosas que los incitan o satisfacen y de las personas aficionadas a ellos.Me gusta el dulce de las frutas, en especial el almíbar que suelta el banano cocido a fuego lento y sin una gota de azúcar. Me gusta el amargo del </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/85890661617037769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=85890661617037769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/85890661617037769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/85890661617037769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/cinco-sentidos.html' title='Cinco sentidos'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6576195644681539743</id><published>2008-11-09T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:33:51.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ee.uu.'/><title type='text'>Entre miedos y esperanzas</title><summary type='text'>Read "between hopes and fears"Viendo la cara de éxtasis de los estadounidenses que salieron a celebrar la victoria de Obama se diría que mas que aclamar a un político, estaban aclamando a un mesías. Aquel que los va a sacar de la oscura situación actual a algo mucho mejor. No celebran la victoria, sino la esperanza.Pero este cambio es algo normal, una oscilación que ocurre periódicamente. En los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6576195644681539743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6576195644681539743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6576195644681539743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6576195644681539743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/entre-miedos-y-esperanzas.html' title='Entre miedos y esperanzas'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8787673938230853044</id><published>2008-11-09T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T04:33:14.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Between hopes and fears</title><summary type='text'>Leer "entre miedos y esperanzas".Looking at the joy faces of so many voters and non-voters in the USA after Obama's victory, you would say that they are watching a new messiah and not a new president. They don't look just happy, they are in ecstasy. They are looking for a new hope, something that can change their lives for better.But is just an illusion, something that happens regularly, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8787673938230853044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8787673938230853044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8787673938230853044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8787673938230853044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-hopes-and-fears.html' title='Between hopes and fears'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3739644347872298916</id><published>2008-10-28T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:42:44.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comentarios estilo big bang theory'/><title type='text'>Un poco menos cada día</title><summary type='text'>Read this post in English.Diría que tengo un problema con el sol, pero en realidad mi problema es con la tierra (el planeta), o para ser mas precisos, con la inclinación de la elíptica. Como todos saben los planetas orbitan el sol siguiendo una ruta elíptica, todos mas o menos en el mismo plano. Pero los planetas también tienen un movimiento de rotación sobre su propio eje, y ese eje de rotación </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3739644347872298916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3739644347872298916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3739644347872298916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3739644347872298916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-poco-menos-cada-da.html' title='Un poco menos cada día'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VW9o4v9-IxY/SQa39KiTLLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QYr9IrFP718/s72-c/600px-Seasons1.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7092723565592856636</id><published>2008-10-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:35:59.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang theory style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>A little bit less every day</title><summary type='text'>Leer ésta entrada en español.I would say that I have a problem with the sun, but it is not true. My problem is about the Earth, more precisely about the inclination of the planet or axial tilt. As you might know, the planets orbit around the sun in elliptical paths, more or less in the same plane. But the planets also spin (rotation movement), and the rotation axis is not perpendicular to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7092723565592856636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7092723565592856636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7092723565592856636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7092723565592856636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bit-less-every-day.html' title='A little bit less every day'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VW9o4v9-IxY/SQa39KiTLLI/AAAAAAAAAIY/QYr9IrFP718/s72-c/600px-Seasons1.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6844034730580825167</id><published>2008-10-09T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:28:08.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un verso</title><summary type='text'>Tu eres mi diosa,Amarte es mi religióny tu cuerpo es el templo para adorarte.-------------And it's translation:You are my goddess,Loving you is my religionand your body is the temple where I adore you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6844034730580825167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6844034730580825167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6844034730580825167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6844034730580825167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-verso.html' title='Un verso'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8765985569568807057</id><published>2008-10-06T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:04:27.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música pa' planchar</title><summary type='text'>(This post makes no sense in English, but enjoy the music).Hace años se puso de moda en las discotecas colombianas la llamada "música pa' planchar", que es básicamente el nombre nuevo de la balada romántica de los años 80. Siempre me pregunté el por qué de ese nombre tan curioso, hasta que anoche el Amarok, siempre poniendo música adecuada para el momento, me trajo esta canción:Cuya letra dice en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8765985569568807057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8765985569568807057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8765985569568807057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8765985569568807057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/10/msica-pa-planchar.html' title='Música pa&apos; planchar'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2634486805288029010</id><published>2008-09-28T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:58:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message in a bottle</title><summary type='text'>Leer esta entrada en español.Doing a quick search in google with the terms "message in a bottle found" we get a list of stories about bottles fond thousands of kilometers away from the place they started their journey. Some stories are interesting, some others aren't. You write a message, usually without a sender address, throw it to the sea, and forget about it. Most messages would end totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2634486805288029010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2634486805288029010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2634486805288029010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2634486805288029010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/message-in-bottle.html' title='A message in a bottle'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-582816085081019465</id><published>2008-09-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:56:39.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una botella al mar</title><summary type='text'>Read this post in English.Una búsqueda rápida en google con el texto "encontrado mensaje en una botella", nos va a mostrar algunas historias de mensajes encontrados en botellas después de miles de kilómetros de viaje. Algunos interesantes, otros no tanto. Pones un mensaje, casi siempre sin remitente, y te olvidas de el. Con algo de suerte el mensaje no termina empapado, ni en el fondo del mar, ni</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/582816085081019465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=582816085081019465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/582816085081019465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/582816085081019465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/una-botella-al-mar.html' title='Una botella al mar'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5068472199084523881</id><published>2008-09-08T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:56:12.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suecia'/><title type='text'>Mira, ¡no hay medio día!</title><summary type='text'>Read this post in English.Pasados mis primeros días en Suecia, creo que el principal problema es la geografía. No solo porque sigo sin saber donde están el norte y el sur, sino porque en el trópico uno asume ciertas cosas que mas al norte no tienen validez. Por ejemplo la ruta del sol, que en Colombia siempre está al oriente antes del medio día, justo encima al medio día, y al occidente después. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5068472199084523881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5068472199084523881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5068472199084523881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5068472199084523881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/mira-no-hay-medio-da.html' title='Mira, ¡no hay medio día!'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7353255678346479530</id><published>2008-09-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T08:56:09.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Look, there is not noon!</title><summary type='text'>Leer esta entrada en español.After a few weeks in Sweden my main problem is geography.  Not just because I don't know where the north is, is because coming from a tropical country you assume some things, like the sun movement. The sun is in the east in the morning, in the west in the afternoon, and is just above you at midday. Also the sun rises at 6 AM and sets at 6 PM, with a few minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7353255678346479530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7353255678346479530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7353255678346479530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7353255678346479530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/look-there-is-not-noon.html' title='Look, there is not noon!'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7359841796620566228</id><published>2008-08-12T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:42:10.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azuloscurocasinegro</title><summary type='text'>Read this post in English.No se si es coincidencia, si es por haber estado pensando mucho tiempo en un antiguo afiche, o si en verdad la película trata de lo que yo entendí; pero fracaso fue la palabra que se me vino a la mente cuando vi esta película. El fracaso no es exactamente un opuesto del éxito, mas bien siguen caminos paralelos hacia el mismo destino, pero con resultados muy diferentes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7359841796620566228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7359841796620566228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7359841796620566228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7359841796620566228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/azuloscurocasinegro.html' title='Azuloscurocasinegro'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2380224208919451740</id><published>2008-08-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:41:53.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DarkblueAlmostblack</title><summary type='text'>Leer esta entrada en español.May be because I was thinking too much about an old poster, or may be because the movie actually talks about it, but failure was the word that came to my mind when I saw the movie. Failure is not the opposite of success, is his twin. They follow the same path, but reach to very different results. You don't fail if you are unlucky, nobody says "I failed, I didn't win </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2380224208919451740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2380224208919451740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2380224208919451740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2380224208919451740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/darkbluealmostblack.html' title='DarkblueAlmostblack'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3710707847881314977</id><published>2008-08-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:32:32.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deseos'/><title type='text'>Porque quiero</title><summary type='text'>Read this post in English.Algunas veces queremos hacer algo y no lo hacemos. Otras veces hacemos cosas de las que nos creíamos incapaces. ¿Qué hace que unas veces podamos y otras no? Yo diría que es la voluntad. Si pensamos que la vida es como un barco, donde hay una vela, un timón y algunas ayudas para encontrar tu destino. El destino está trazado por nuestros deseos, nuestras esperanzas y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3710707847881314977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3710707847881314977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3710707847881314977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3710707847881314977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/porque-quiero.html' title='Porque quiero'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2235391188161964155</id><published>2008-08-08T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T16:32:17.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='willingness'/><title type='text'>Becasuse I want</title><summary type='text'>Leer esta entrada en español.Sometimes you want to do something, but don't do it. Sometimes you can achieve amazing things. What is the difference between having a wish and making it real? I think the main difference is willingness. You can see your life as a boat. You have the sailing, the helm, and a bunch of aids to take your boat to the intended destination. The destination is dictated by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2235391188161964155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2235391188161964155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2235391188161964155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2235391188161964155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/becasuse-i-want.html' title='Becasuse I want'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8267237218360559325</id><published>2008-08-06T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:21:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preferencias de idioma</title><summary type='text'>Read this post in English.Quiero hacer un experimento. Voy a intentar escribir cada vez tanto en inglés como en español. Se que mis únicos lectores son algunos amigos y mi familia, pero se que uno encuentra amigos en todos lados, y no todos van a hablar español. También tengo la esperanza de que tener texto en inglés aumente el "page rank" y me traiga algunos lectores adicionales vía google... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8267237218360559325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8267237218360559325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8267237218360559325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8267237218360559325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/preferencias-de-idioma.html' title='Preferencias de idioma'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6866041519546750626</id><published>2008-08-06T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T05:21:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language settings</title><summary type='text'>Leer esta entrada en español.I'm going to do an experiment. Even if there are very few people reading my blog (a few friends and family), I feel the urge to write it both in English and Spanish. Maybe because I'm pretty sure no matters where you are, you can always make friends, maybe because I think a random search in google would bring me new readers if I also write in English... Who ever knows</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6866041519546750626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6866041519546750626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6866041519546750626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6866041519546750626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/08/language-settings.html' title='Language settings'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1245013178794137987</id><published>2008-07-17T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T05:08:08.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ejército'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdón'/><title type='text'>Las palabras mágicas</title><summary type='text'>Muchas veces nos piden que usemos "las palabras mágicas". Frases como "por favor", "gracias", "lo siento" son consideradas como tales, pero no deberían serlo. De nada sirve decir "por favor" y "gracias" si no estamos realmente agradecidos. Mucho menos decir "lo siento" si en verdad no lo sentimos. Todos hemos oído un "por favor" arrogante, "gracias" llenas de ira y muchos "lo siento" con tono de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1245013178794137987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1245013178794137987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1245013178794137987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1245013178794137987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/las-palabras-mgicas.html' title='Las palabras mágicas'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5667155229853290491</id><published>2008-07-12T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:17:09.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despedida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Adios China</title><summary type='text'>Hoy es mi último día en china, y por eso escribo esta mini-entrada. En 30 minutos voy a dejar el hotel Donghsi, donde permanecimos las últimas dos noches en Shanghai. Nuestro vuelo sale en 6 horas, pero es mejor llegar con tiempo al aeropuerto, y queda bastante lejos.Si resumimos mis vacaciones en cifras, diríamos que recorrimos casi 9.000 kilómetros dentro de china, y visitamos 8 ciudades. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5667155229853290491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5667155229853290491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5667155229853290491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5667155229853290491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/adios-china.html' title='Adios China'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8744507502409505949</id><published>2008-07-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:06:41.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shanghai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>¡Oh! ¡Es el segundo edificio mas grande que he visto en mi vida!</title><summary type='text'>No he tenido tiempo de contar cosas sobre Shanghai. Llevamos 4 días acá, y ha sido muy diferente a todo lo demás que he visto. Shanghai es una mezcla interesante entre lo occidental y lo chino, es la ciudad donde mas cómodo me he sentido hasta ahora, hasta el punto de no usar taxi en absoluto, sino solo buses y el metro. Aunque para ser justos en parte se debe a mi debilidad por las ciudades </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8744507502409505949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8744507502409505949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8744507502409505949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8744507502409505949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-es-el-segundo-edificio-mas-grande.html' title='¡Oh! ¡Es el segundo edificio mas grande que he visto en mi vida!'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2295021610777003953</id><published>2008-07-06T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T04:12:10.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanjing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>La matanza de Nanjing</title><summary type='text'>A veces llamada "la violación de Nanjing", siguiendo el nombre de un libro publicado a mediado de los noventa, es uno de los episodios mas espeluznantes de la segunda guerra mundial.Nanjing había sido convertida en capital de la República de China, y como tal era un objetivo militar importante durante la segunda guerra mundial. En diciembre de 1937 la ciudad cayó, y fue escenario de atrocidades </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2295021610777003953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2295021610777003953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2295021610777003953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2295021610777003953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-matanza-de-nanjing.html' title='La matanza de Nanjing'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3749458150048114080</id><published>2008-07-04T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:47:05.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Mi primer vuelo nacional fuera de mi nación</title><summary type='text'>Suena tonto, pero las aerolíneas chinas tienen fama de ser poco seguras, así que no deja de ser una experiencia extrema viajar en un vuelo nacional chino.Antes de llegar al avión pasaron algunas cosas. Estuvimos dos días en Guilin de la cual sorprenden dos cosas: una es que es aún mas extranjera que Yangshuo, y la segunda es que hay colinas en cualquier lugar de la ciudad. No deja de sorprender </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3749458150048114080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3749458150048114080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3749458150048114080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3749458150048114080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/mi-primer-vuelo-nacional-fuera-de-mi.html' title='Mi primer vuelo nacional fuera de mi nación'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8486232823521255120</id><published>2008-07-03T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:05:40.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secuestrados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farc'/><title type='text'>Buenas noticias</title><summary type='text'>Esta mañana nos sorprendió la noticia de la liberación de Ingrid Betancourt. El rescate, para ser exactos. Porque las FARC alargaron tanto la cuerda que la rompieron. Pretendían usar a Ingrid como carta a perpetuidad, pero no consideraron la importancia que tenía para el gobierno su liberación.Este golpe a las FARC es duro en todos los sentidos. Muestra su debilidad militar, ya que están </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8486232823521255120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8486232823521255120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8486232823521255120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8486232823521255120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/buenas-noticias.html' title='Buenas noticias'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2545606348756391025</id><published>2008-07-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T07:41:35.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belleza'/><title type='text'>Enamorandome otra vez</title><summary type='text'>"Solo lo bello puede ser realmente bueno". Esta frase tan superficial de Oscar Wilde representa una gran verdad para personas como yo. Solo puedo enamorarme de aquello que es bello a mis ojos. Estando en Guilin no he tenido mas opción que volverme a enamorar. Cada cosa que la naturaleza puso en Guilin es hermosa. Cada montaña, cada piedra, cada curva del río y cada tono de verde parecen dedicados</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2545606348756391025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2545606348756391025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2545606348756391025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2545606348756391025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/enamorandome-otra-vez.html' title='Enamorandome otra vez'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-200964039731868594</id><published>2008-07-01T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:25:52.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>¡Como se ve en televisión!</title><summary type='text'>O en este caso, en cine. Llegamos a Guilin, para ser mas exactos a Yangshuo, en nuestro último viaje en tren nocturo por china. Nuestro próximo destino es nanjing, y llegaremos en avión. Pese a estar a mas de una hora en bus de guilin, por una carretera, Yangshuo hace parte del municipio de Guilin. Esto es debido a que las divisiones administrativas son bastante grandes. Para hacerse a una idea, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/200964039731868594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=200964039731868594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/200964039731868594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/200964039731868594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/07/como-se-ve-en-televisin.html' title='¡Como se ve en televisión!'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5948704331819700213</id><published>2008-06-28T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:54:09.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changsha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Un concierto pop en Changsha</title><summary type='text'>Hoy fue un día bastante agitado, entre comer, ir a un concierto pop, comer, caminar por la rivera del Xiang, comer, ir de compras, comer y comer, no quedó mucho tiempo para sufrir por el calor ni los mosquitos.Mi amiga Gloria (Ceng Ying) había quedado de pasar a recogernos, pero una reunión de trabajo de última hora se lo impidió, razón por la cual envió a sus amigas Nana y Lina (no se esfuercen,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5948704331819700213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5948704331819700213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5948704331819700213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5948704331819700213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/un-concierto-pop-en-changsha.html' title='Un concierto pop en Changsha'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-9125027316138683938</id><published>2008-06-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:10:06.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Cruzando Hunan</title><summary type='text'>Acabamos de llegar a Changsha, la capital de Hunan. Changsha es el pueblo natal de Mao, pero es mas interesante notar que Hunan es la despensa de China. Aunque ya habíamos visto un poco de la provincia cuando íbamos para Zhangjiajie, hoy tuvimos mucho mas tiempo para verlo y disfrutarlo, entre otras cosas, gracias a un mejor tren.Se ven muchas parcelas, pero no se ven cultivos realmente grandes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9125027316138683938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=9125027316138683938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/9125027316138683938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/9125027316138683938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/cruzando-hunan.html' title='Cruzando Hunan'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-4611874559774536122</id><published>2008-06-26T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:23:27.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Tres entradas en una</title><summary type='text'>Hoy tengo ganas de escribir varias cosas. Pero comencemos primero con el viaje. Salimos un poco tarde del hotel, debido al cansancio del día anterior, y tomamos la ruta mas suave dentro del parque. El camino recorría la rivera del río con aguas mas claras que he visto, incluyendo renders opengl. Por desgracia al momento de tomar la primera foto descubrí que había dejado la memoria por fuera de la</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4611874559774536122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=4611874559774536122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4611874559774536122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4611874559774536122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/tres-entradas-en-una.html' title='Tres entradas en una'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-4199656553933215658</id><published>2008-06-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:20:27.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una larga caminata</title><summary type='text'>Hoy fuimos al parque natural y caminamos mucho. Supongo que eso se infiere del título, así que vamos con los detalles. La reserva forestal de zhangjiajie se caracteriza por sus formaciones montañosas. No tengo ni idea del origen de esas formaciones, pero son espectaculares. Se ven enormes columnas de piedra que salen de la nada, porque sí.Para poder ir al parque hay que estar preparado con muchas</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4199656553933215658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=4199656553933215658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4199656553933215658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/4199656553933215658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/una-larga-caminata.html' title='Una larga caminata'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-249401298307246512</id><published>2008-06-24T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T05:55:17.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol en Xi'an y el peor viaje de mi vida</title><summary type='text'>Ayer tuvimos sol en Xi'an, lo habíamos extrañado durante el viaje. Estuvimos toda la tarde tirados en un parque, y a las 5 tomamos el tren a Xiangfan. No estaba muy seguro de donde quedaba hasta hace 5 minutos que lo busqué por internet, pero sabía que tenía que estar allá antes de las 3:40 AM para tomar el tren de las 4:06 rumbo a Zhangjiajie.Por desgracia nuestro tren llegó a la estación a las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/249401298307246512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=249401298307246512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/249401298307246512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/249401298307246512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/sol-en-xian-y-el-peor-viaje-de-mi-vida.html' title='Sol en Xi&apos;an y el peor viaje de mi vida'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3254/2607578014_05ac77e4d8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8826515245458134971</id><published>2008-06-22T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T15:40:40.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xi&apos;an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>De paseo por Xi'an</title><summary type='text'>En xi'an solo pensabamos ver los guerreros de terracota, y finalmente también conocimos las termales. A las termales nos llevó un amigo de mi último profesor de chino. Todo es muy bonito, aunque frustrantemente caro. Las termales eran usadas por la dinastía Tang como palacio de recreo, también las usó la república de china como cuartel general durante la guerra civil. La entrada costo 70 yuan por</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8826515245458134971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8826515245458134971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8826515245458134971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8826515245458134971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-paseo-por-xian.html' title='De paseo por Xi&apos;an'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5581693167930902131</id><published>2008-06-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:02:28.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xi&apos;an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Llegando a Xi'an</title><summary type='text'>Ayer llegamos a Xi'an, después de una noche metidos en un tren. El viaje en tren fue bastante cómodo, y muy rápido. Llegamos 20 minutos antes de la hora programada, y descubrimos que la estación no era nada parecida a la de Beijing. Esta era fea, muy fea. Fea, chiquita y sucia, y los alrededores no eran mejores. Tratamos de buscar desayuno, pero no conseguimos, así que compramos dos kilos de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5581693167930902131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5581693167930902131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5581693167930902131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5581693167930902131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/llegando-xian.html' title='Llegando a Xi&apos;an'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1510348691666595026</id><published>2008-06-20T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T04:37:19.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Lo que vi y no vi en Beijing</title><summary type='text'>Anoche dejamos Beijing. Tomamos el tren de las 9 y esta mañana llegamos a Xi'an. Pero antes de contar los detalles del viaje, vamos con el resumen de la estadía en Beijing.En nuestro último día visitamos el zoológico y el palacio de verano. El palacio de verano es muy bonito, lo cual me obliga a cambiar mi respuesta a la pregunta "¿qué es lo mas bonito que has visto en china?". Ya no es la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1510348691666595026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1510348691666595026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1510348691666595026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1510348691666595026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-que-vi-y-no-vi-en-beijing.html' title='Lo que vi y no vi en Beijing'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7132729682197393261</id><published>2008-06-19T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:07:04.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muralla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Y ahora soy un verdadero heroe</title><summary type='text'>O algo así. Los chinos dicen que subir a la gran muralla te convierte en un verdadero héroe, junto con los otros millones de héroes que cada año suben la muralla. En todo caso, manuela y yo lo logramos. El tour incluía una visita a las tumbas de la dinastía ming. Bonito, pero nada del otro mundo, excepto por una montaña artificial, que nunca pensaría que es artificial. Bueno, tal vez el mayor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7132729682197393261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7132729682197393261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7132729682197393261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7132729682197393261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-ahora-soy-un-verdadero-heroe.html' title='Y ahora soy un verdadero heroe'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7263846066674655472</id><published>2008-06-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:46:21.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pekin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Día del pato pequinés</title><summary type='text'>No es que haya una raza de patos pequineses (a diferencia de los perros), y mucho menos que se celebre un día en su nombre. El título es debido a que hoy fuimos a comer pato pequinés.El día fue poco productivo. Entre no conseguir los pasajes correctos de tren, no poder conseguir un morral barato, un almuerzo no muy bueno y una siesta demasiado larga, los planes de ir al zoológico se dañaron, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7263846066674655472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7263846066674655472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7263846066674655472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7263846066674655472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/da-del-pato-pequins.html' title='Día del pato pequinés'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-123967198834938873</id><published>2008-06-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:43:39.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>La ciudad prohibida</title><summary type='text'>Hoy el paseo fue a la ciudad prohibida. Nuestra idea era ir en la mañana a la ciudad prohibida y en la tarde al zoológico de Beijing. Sin embargo no contabamos con los problemas de escala.Nos levantamos no tan temprano, y salimos del hotel muy a las 9 rumbo a Tiananmen. Llegamos y empezamos a mirar que podíamos hacer, y nos decidimos por subir a Qianmen. La entrada cuesta 20 yuanes, lo cual es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/123967198834938873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=123967198834938873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/123967198834938873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/123967198834938873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-ciudad-prohibida.html' title='La ciudad prohibida'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8584264642273698620</id><published>2008-06-16T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:43:13.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacaciones china'/><title type='text'>Camilo en China</title><summary type='text'>El viaje a china empezó ayer y terminó manaña. Salimos el sábado a las 6PM y 28 horas después era lunes a las 11AM. En apenas un día vimos dos atardeceres y dos amaneceres, con lo que el jet lag resultó menos molesto de lo esperado.El primer día en Beijíng no tuvo mayores contratiempos. Los oficiales de aduana no nos preguntaron nada, ni siquiera nos pideron la contraseña para reclamar el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8584264642273698620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8584264642273698620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8584264642273698620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8584264642273698620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/camilo-en-china.html' title='Camilo en China'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1975858484392327793</id><published>2008-06-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:45:39.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noguera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramilitares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><title type='text'>Errores de procedimiento</title><summary type='text'>Pensaba que no había nada mas vergonzoso que el gobierno tratando de hundir la reforma política, pero no. Sale Piedad Córdoba poniendo en el mismo saco a María Cano, el cura Camilo Torres y Manuel Marulanda. Como si tener el valor de luchar por los derechos de los trabajadores (como hizo Cano) fuera comparable con tomar las armas e irse detrás de una revolución que nunca llegó.Para completar la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1975858484392327793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1975858484392327793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1975858484392327793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1975858484392327793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/errores-de-procedimiento.html' title='Errores de procedimiento'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-497796339155654654</id><published>2008-06-08T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T12:57:20.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cianuro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hartazgo'/><title type='text'>Tengo un sabor amargo en la boca</title><summary type='text'>Tengo un sabor amargo en la boca que no se quita con nada. Mi esposa dice que es mi culpa, y utiliza una frase llena de expresiones vulgares para referirse al sexo de las mujeres que, en su imaginación, pasan por mi cama y mi boca. Piensa que si no la toco a ella es porque tengo otra, u otras para divertirme. No se imagina que el sabor amargo es el sabor del hartazgo, del fastidio que me causa la</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/497796339155654654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=497796339155654654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/497796339155654654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/497796339155654654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/tengo-un-sabor-amargo-en-la-boca.html' title='Tengo un sabor amargo en la boca'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6445357561018354536</id><published>2008-06-05T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T06:16:53.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>El amor es...</title><summary type='text'>     Si yo hablo en lenguas de hombres y de ángeles, pero no tengo amor,     vengo a ser como bronce que resuena o un Címbalo que retiñe. Si tengo Profecía y entiendo todos los misterios y todo conocimiento;     y si tengo toda la fe, de tal manera que traslade los montes, pero no tengo     amor, nada soy. Si reparto todos mis bienes, y si entrego mi cuerpo para ser quemado, pero     no tengo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6445357561018354536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6445357561018354536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6445357561018354536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6445357561018354536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/06/si-yo-hablo-en-lenguas-de-hombres-y-de.html' title='El amor es...'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5857575573760104485</id><published>2008-05-24T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:21:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Síndrome del detalle</title><summary type='text'>También podría llamarse "síndrome del ingeniero concentrado". La primera vez que fui consciente de este problema aún estaba en la universidad. Estábamos en clase de anteproyecto y nuestro profesor nos puso a discutir un problema.  Nos contó de una pequeña fábrica de chocolates, donde usaban tablas con bombillos para derretir el chocolate, y nos explicó que un operario se encargaba de supervisar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5857575573760104485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5857575573760104485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5857575573760104485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5857575573760104485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/sndrome-del-detalle.html' title='Síndrome del detalle'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3905135841150832614</id><published>2008-05-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:48:24.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Y Surinam no queda en África</title><summary type='text'>Como no tengo nada mejor que escribir, he decidido publicar esta entrada sobre geografía política básica. Por favor tenga en cuenta qué:Suiza no es Suecia.Australia no es Austria.Paraguay no es Uruguay.Japón no es China, ni hablan el mismo idioma.Y Surinam no queda en África.De Suiza vienen el chocolate suizo, los Alpes suizos y Heidi. De Suecia vienen volvo, ericcson y el  cine sueco (que en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3905135841150832614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3905135841150832614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3905135841150832614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3905135841150832614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/05/y-surinam-no-queda-en-frica.html' title='...Y Surinam no queda en África'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8766571358808816622</id><published>2008-04-16T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:53:54.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El juego</title><summary type='text'>Una sola mirada dice "si quiero, quiero jugar". Así que jugamos. Jugamos en la penumbra, entre música y alcohol. Nadie quiere jugar de día, nadie quiere jugar en silencio. Hablamos de todo y de nada, compartimos trivialidades y pequeños secretos, y todo acto es una buena excusa para acercarse un poco mas. Un poco de baile y mas risas, juego a ser el chico "medio bueno, medio malo", mientras tu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8766571358808816622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8766571358808816622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8766571358808816622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8766571358808816622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-juego.html' title='El juego'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5089700636525416627</id><published>2008-04-05T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:54:34.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promesas'/><title type='text'>¿Qué hacer con las promesas que no tenemos que cumplir?</title><summary type='text'>Antes de empezar debo hacer una advertencia. Si no ha visto " no country for old men" y le interesa verla, no siga leyendo.Cuando Chigurh (Javier Bardem), el asesino de nombre chistoso y peinado aún mas chistoso, promete a Moss que no matará a su esposa si le entrega el dinero, es difícil imaginar que esa promesa permitiría darle el cierre final a la película.  Moss decide intentar quedarse con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5089700636525416627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5089700636525416627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5089700636525416627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5089700636525416627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/qu-hacer-con-las-promesas-que-no.html' title='¿Qué hacer con las promesas que no tenemos que cumplir?'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7560090180275100056</id><published>2008-03-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:47:10.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='películas'/><title type='text'>My blueberry nights</title><summary type='text'>Tal vez sea porque todos hemos vivido un poco de lo que muestran esas películas, o tal vez sea yo, pero este tipo de películas me hace sentir identificado un poco identificado con todos los personajes. Es el tipo de película que no te distrae con tramas complicadas, o escenas demasiado vistosas.La narrativa de la película descansa sobre todo en los diálogos y en las excelentes actuaciones.  Creo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7560090180275100056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7560090180275100056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7560090180275100056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7560090180275100056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-blueberry-nights.html' title='My blueberry nights'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5478602058659953288</id><published>2008-02-10T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:43:48.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariposa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lecciones de vuelo'/><title type='text'>Lecciones de vuelo 1: La mariposa</title><summary type='text'>La sensación de volar no es muy diferente cuando se es pequeño o cuando  se es grande. Tu peso se sostiene en un colchón de aire que te empuja  suavemente hacia el cielo. Claro que cuando se es pequeño, como una  mariposa, el vuelo es mas agitado, y el colchón es mas pesado, casi como  el agua, el viento te empuja con mas fuerza, y no es tan fácil volar en  línea recta. Pero estas son cosas con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5478602058659953288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5478602058659953288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5478602058659953288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5478602058659953288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/lecciones-de-vuelo-1-la-mariposa.html' title='Lecciones de vuelo 1: La mariposa'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7699714937265444078</id><published>2008-02-08T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:33:07.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas que vuelan</title><summary type='text'>Hay muchas cosas que vuelan. Algunas vivas y otras no. Para nosotros, y para la mayoría de los animales terrestres, el aire es un algo casi inexistente. Somos grandes y pesados, y nos hundimos en la atmósfera como un bloque de cemento en el agua. Pero para algunos seres, y algunas cosas, el aire es muy tangible, y se sostienen en él tal como un pez en el agua.Hace algún tiempo escribí una serie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7699714937265444078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7699714937265444078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7699714937265444078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7699714937265444078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/02/cosas-que-vuelan.html' title='Cosas que vuelan'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7400065212416982908</id><published>2008-01-10T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:31:20.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secuestrados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farc'/><title type='text'>La cabeza dice, el corazón dice</title><summary type='text'>Hoy las FARC entregaron, por fin,  a Clara Rojas y Consuelo González. Después de tantos años de cautiverio hoy se reunieron nuevamente con sus familias. Hubo lágrimas y alegría, declaraciones, palabras y muchas cosas emotivas. Queda pendiente el encuentro de Clara Rojas con su hijo, separados hace tres años. El corazón dice que es una esperanza, que puede ser el comienzo de una verdadera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7400065212416982908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7400065212416982908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7400065212416982908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7400065212416982908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-cabeza-dice-el-corazn-dice.html' title='La cabeza dice, el corazón dice'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8180077127549394351</id><published>2008-01-06T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:34:50.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secuestrados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farc'/><title type='text'>Circo, circo, circo</title><summary type='text'>No se en que momento la vida de los secuestrados por las farc se convirtió en un circo político. Tal vez siempre lo fue y antes no lo había notado, por mucho tiempo pensé que el asunto se limitaba al absoluto desprecio por la vida que muestran las farc, pero cada vez veo mas que ellos no son los únicos que desprecian la vida humana.No es que no me alegre que hayan encontrado al hijo de Clara </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8180077127549394351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8180077127549394351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8180077127549394351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8180077127549394351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/circo-circo-circo.html' title='Circo, circo, circo'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1190197446911195319</id><published>2008-01-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:44:38.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de limpieza</title><summary type='text'>Con el año que empieza vienen las promesas. Las cosas que queremos, las cosas que deseamos, se vuelven una meta a alcanzar. Pero este año no tengo promesas, en parte porque mis promesas las hice en junio (el viaje, la universidad), en parte porque el año que termina fue un mal año, donde no conseguí nada de lo deseado.Así que empiezo el año limpiando cosas. Si lastimé a alguien, no lo haré mas. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1190197446911195319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1190197446911195319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1190197446911195319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1190197446911195319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2008/01/da-de-limpieza.html' title='Día de limpieza'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-134302891749353256</id><published>2007-11-22T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:30:09.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convertirme en huracán</title><summary type='text'>Para romper mi costumbre voy a usar mi blog como diario, porque hoy quiero (con ansias locas) convertirme en huracán, y arrasar con todo a mi alrededor. Convertir mi entorno en un campo de desastre, y después de quedarme solo, sin quien me cobije, sin quien se acuerde de mi; mirar el campo vació y preguntarme "y ahora, ¿qué?", sabiendo que es la única pregunta que tengo que contestar, porque no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/134302891749353256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=134302891749353256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/134302891749353256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/134302891749353256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/11/convertirme-en-huracn.html' title='Convertirme en huracán'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7167592153691620317</id><published>2007-10-25T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T08:37:36.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confianza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elecciones'/><title type='text'>Votación electrónica, o como no confiar</title><summary type='text'>Bueno, Colombia se montó al bus, y siguiendo el (mal) ejemplo decidió hacer pruebas de votación electrónica. Hace tres años que se promulgó la ley 892, que comienza diciendo "Establézcase el mecanismo electrónico de votación e inscripción para los ciudadanos colombianos"; pero solo hasta ahora se dan los pasos materiales para poner en práctica lo ordenado en esta ley. Antes de criticar la ley y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7167592153691620317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7167592153691620317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7167592153691620317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7167592153691620317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/10/votacin-electrnica-o-como-no-confiar.html' title='Votación electrónica, o como no confiar'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-7588534937717828188</id><published>2007-09-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:28:17.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porcelanas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacíos'/><title type='text'>Porcelanas (o una carta abierta)</title><summary type='text'>Una mujer tenía una repisa con figuras de porcelana. Figuras pequeñas, con detalles increíbles, que se mantenían delicados aún vistos con lupa. En un descuido infantil su hijo tiró la repisa y cayeron todas las porcelanas, muchas con suerte y otras no tanto. La mujer, que había hecho su colección durante muchos años y tenía recuerdos especiales con cada figura y por tanto las quería tanto como a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7588534937717828188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=7588534937717828188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7588534937717828188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/7588534937717828188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/09/porcelanas-o-una-carta-abierta.html' title='Porcelanas (o una carta abierta)'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8990517339498100471</id><published>2007-08-02T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:06:26.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanatismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intolerancia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><title type='text'>¿Qué tiene de malo?</title><summary type='text'>            ¿A quién va a creer, a mí o a sus propios ojos?                                                                         Groucho MarxEl documental "Campamento Jesús" muestra el proceso que realizan en los niños las iglesias evangélicas mas radicales de los EE.UU. Les enseñan a amar a dios sobre todas las cosas, dejarse poseer por el espíritu santo y hablar en lenguas, les enseñan que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8990517339498100471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8990517339498100471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8990517339498100471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8990517339498100471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/08/qu-tiene-de-malo.html' title='¿Qué tiene de malo?'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1990003371717772436</id><published>2007-07-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:40:29.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piedras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Carta abierta</title><summary type='text'>Si fuéramos piedras no seríamos una sola, seríamos una amalgama de pizarra, mármol, arena y cal. Sufriríamos los estragos del clima, nos romperíamos y revolcaríamos con cada sismo, nos erosionaríamos con la lluvia y el viento, nos moldearía el trabajo de aquellos que buscan en nosotros establecer su morada, cultivar o que simplemente nos recorren.Quise ser piedra para que hicieras tu casa en mi, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1990003371717772436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1990003371717772436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1990003371717772436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1990003371717772436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/carta-abierta.html' title='Carta abierta'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-3081587121675891701</id><published>2007-07-13T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:14:28.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demonios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Contra el demonio</title><summary type='text'>A Buda le tomó 13 años, a Jesús 40 días, a Mahoma le tomó solo una noche; pero todos se enfrentaron al demonio antes de iniciar su verdadera labor en la tierra.  Tal vez sea una historia inventada por sus seguidores, o tal vez en verdad ellos lo lograron, pero para los demás mortales es una tarea de verdad difícil.Nos pasamos la vida buscando aquí y allá, experimentando esto y aquello, deseando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3081587121675891701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=3081587121675891701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3081587121675891701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/3081587121675891701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/07/contra-el-demonio.html' title='Contra el demonio'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-638562034628816021</id><published>2007-06-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T16:21:09.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estaciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enseñanzas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprendizaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Primavera, verano, otoño, invierno y.... primavera otra vez</title><summary type='text'>Las estaciones de la vida. Se que la película es de hace mas de 4 años, pero no pienso hablar de la película, sino de las estaciones como tal. La historia de la película es simple, un niño llega a un monasterio budista (primavera), al cabo de unos años conoce a una mujer, se enamora y deja el templo para seguirla (verano). En medio de una crisis de celos asesina a su mujer (otoño). Cuando sale de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/638562034628816021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=638562034628816021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/638562034628816021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/638562034628816021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/primavera-verano-otoo-invierno-y.html' title='Primavera, verano, otoño, invierno y.... primavera otra vez'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2323609566302411445</id><published>2007-06-13T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:18:51.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramilitares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdón'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconciliación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdad'/><title type='text'>Toda la verdad y nada mas que la verdad</title><summary type='text'>        El perdón perdona solo lo imperdonable                                              Jacques DerridaHay muchos que consideran los crímenes paramilitares en Colombia  como imperdonables. Tal vez lo sean, pero al menos debemos hacer el intento de perdonar y seguir adelante sin las matanzas diarias a las que estos grupos nos habían acostumbrado.Para esto es necesario saber la verdad, toda la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2323609566302411445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2323609566302411445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2323609566302411445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2323609566302411445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/toda-la-verdad-y-nada-mas-que-la-verdad.html' title='Toda la verdad y nada mas que la verdad'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-5409124476420530576</id><published>2007-06-10T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:30:32.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='duelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramilitares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdón'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconciliación'/><title type='text'>El duelo</title><summary type='text'>duelo. (Del lat. dŏlus, por dolor). 1.      m. Dolor, lástima, aflicción o sentimiento. 2.      m. Demostraciones que se hacen para manifestar el sentimiento que se tiene por la muerte de alguien.Todos hemos perdido seres queridos. Ya sea porque mueren o porque se van de nuestra vida como si hubieran muerto. Para superar esta pérdida siempre es importante manifestar el dolor que nos causa, casi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5409124476420530576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=5409124476420530576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5409124476420530576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/5409124476420530576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/06/el-duelo.html' title='El duelo'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-1892024930903064801</id><published>2007-05-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:02:04.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ateismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religión'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creencias'/><title type='text'>Creo/No creo</title><summary type='text'>Ayer (domingo 27 de mayo) se realizó una manifestación del orgullo gay en Moscú. Esto no tendría nada de sorprendente si no fuera porque hace apenas de 15 años ser homosexual era un delito en Rusia, así que se un desfile de este estilo es, por lo menos, controvertido.¿Qué sentido tiene manifestar públicamente su condición sexual y declararse orgulloso de ella? Algunos, entre los que me incluyo, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1892024930903064801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=1892024930903064801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1892024930903064801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/1892024930903064801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/creono-creo.html' title='Creo/No creo'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-2258507737595070199</id><published>2007-05-11T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:40:15.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimientos'/><title type='text'>No entiendes nada</title><summary type='text'>"Tu no entiendes nada", las palabras desesperadas del amante incomprendido que no logra que su amada entienda todo el amor que está dispuesto a dar. Las palabras que surgen porque no entiende cómo su amor puede ser rechazado tan duramente, si el podría amar sin condición.Pero en realidad es el incomprendido el que no entiende nada, no entiende que ese amor que siente surgir en sus corazón no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2258507737595070199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=2258507737595070199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2258507737595070199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/2258507737595070199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-entiendes-nada.html' title='No entiendes nada'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-6030301150012317379</id><published>2007-04-05T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:42:30.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almendras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoria'/><title type='text'>Almedras amargas</title><summary type='text'>    El olor a almendras amargas le recordó...¿Qué le recordó el olor de las almendras amargas? Recuerdo vagamente que esta frase corresponde a una novela policiaca que leí hace muchos años, recuerdo que el olor era el del cianuro que alguien (un químico industrial) había tomado para evitar la deshonra de ir a la cárcel. No recuerdo si esta frase aparecía al comienzo o al final de la novela, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6030301150012317379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=6030301150012317379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6030301150012317379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/6030301150012317379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/04/almedras-amargas.html' title='Almedras amargas'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8967906453799845611</id><published>2007-01-26T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:32:11.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonobos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Amor de Bonobos</title><summary type='text'>Los bonobos son animales asombrosos. Para los que no somos expertos en primates, los bonobos pueden no distinguirse de los chimpancés en su apariencia; pero son muy diferentes en su comportamiento. Mientras los chimpancés se caracterizan por ser animales violentos, que forman sociedades donde las hembras son sometidas por los machos dominantes, los bonobos parecen haber escapado del círculo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8967906453799845611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8967906453799845611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8967906453799845611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8967906453799845611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2007/01/amor-de-bonobos.html' title='Amor de Bonobos'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-8307098794522275315</id><published>2006-11-18T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T21:30:18.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><title type='text'>¿Alcanzar lo que queremos?</title><summary type='text'>Las charlas de motivación pueden llegar a ser entretenidas. Nos enseñan a convertirnos en líderes, y nos llenan de ímpetus para luchar por nuestros sueños. Nos enseñan que todo lo que nos empeñemos en conseguir, lo conseguiremos. Pero, ¿es verdad lo que nos dicen?Es evidente que el empeño es necesario para conseguir lo que deseamos. Las cosas buenas de la vida no llegan simplemente por estar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8307098794522275315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=8307098794522275315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8307098794522275315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/8307098794522275315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/alcanzar-lo-que-queremos.html' title='¿Alcanzar lo que queremos?'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-116310927944447405</id><published>2006-11-09T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:11:43.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mujeres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rechazo'/><title type='text'>Te quiero como amigo...</title><summary type='text'>Hace unos pocos días decidí postularme para un ascenso en mi trabajo. Así que vencí mi timidez y hablé con mi jefe para decirle que me tuviera en cuenta. La respuesta no pudo ser mas desmoralizante: me dijo que el no quería proyectarme dentro de la compañía porque temía que mi conocimiento se perdiera; lo cual traducido a un lenguaje sencillo significa: "no lo creo capaz".Este incidente me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116310927944447405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=116310927944447405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/116310927944447405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/116310927944447405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/11/te-quiero-como-amigo.html' title='Te quiero como amigo...'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-116032155401682200</id><published>2006-10-08T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:28.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurisprudencia y declaración de principios</title><summary type='text'>Colombia no parece ser un país muy preocupado por la libertad de expresión. Buscando entre las sentencias de la corte constitucional encontramos muy pocas sentencias que tocan el tema, y aún menos sentencias defendiendola. La mayoría de sentencias en este campo se dirigen mas bien hacia el balance que debe haber entre la libre expresión y el derecho a la intimidad. Casos sonados como el de "La </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/116032155401682200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=116032155401682200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/116032155401682200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/116032155401682200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/10/jurisprudencia-y-declaracin-de.html' title='Jurisprudencia y declaración de principios'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-115798751480707959</id><published>2006-09-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:28.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El hueco de la memoria</title><summary type='text'>Los huecos de la memoria aparecen el la obra "1984"; y son unos huecos que hay junto a cada punto de trabajo en el ministerio de la verdad. La razón de ser de estos huecos es poner en ellos todas las cosas que deban ser olvidadas, incluyendo fotos, artículos de periódico, estadísticas y demás, permitiendo que la historia se reconstruya una y otra vez según las necesidades del día. ¿Qué el Gran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115798751480707959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=115798751480707959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/115798751480707959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/115798751480707959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/09/el-hueco-de-la-memoria.html' title='El hueco de la memoria'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-115159826535849473</id><published>2006-06-29T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que no me gusta de Transmilenio</title><summary type='text'>Soy un defensor del sistema transmilenio; a todos los que se quejan de él les pongo el mismo ejemplo: antes de TM un viaje desde la calle 45 hasta el quirigua tardaba entre 1:30 y 3 horas según lo malo que estuviera el tránsito. Como si fuera poco tocaba aguantarse esas 3 horas colgado de la puerta de un bus. Hoy ese mismo recorrido se hace en un bus igualmente repleto, pero sin estar colgando y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/115159826535849473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=115159826535849473' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/115159826535849473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/115159826535849473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/06/lo-que-no-me-gusta-de-transmilenio.html' title='Lo que no me gusta de Transmilenio'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-114779856667424372</id><published>2006-05-16T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:28.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Envidia</title><summary type='text'>   envidia. (Del lat. invidĭa). 1. f. Tristeza o pesar del bien ajeno. 2. f. Emulación, deseo de algo que no se posee. comerse alguien de ~.  1. fr. coloq. Estar enteramente poseído de ella.    La segunda definición es la que en lenguaje coloquial llamamos "envidia de la buena", y no hay nada realmente malo en ello. Es la primera acepción la que corresponde al pecado capital y es de lo que quiero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114779856667424372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=114779856667424372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/114779856667424372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/114779856667424372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/05/envidia_16.html' title='Envidia'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-114486220624147124</id><published>2006-04-12T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:27.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plutocracia y Socialdemocracia</title><summary type='text'>Hace ya algunas semanas, el ex-super-ministro Fernando Londoño escribió la siguiente perla en su columna en el Tiempo: "Con ese nombramiento hemos comprobado, también, en el rudo laboratorio de la praxis política, que la socialdemocracia en nada riñe con la plutocracia" , refiriendose al nombramiento de Patricia Lara como candidata a la vicepresicencia por el Polo Democrático Alternativo.Este </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/114486220624147124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=114486220624147124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/114486220624147124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/114486220624147124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/04/plutocracia-y-socialdemocracia.html' title='Plutocracia y Socialdemocracia'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-113746283312009817</id><published>2006-01-16T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:27.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorismo digital</title><summary type='text'>Voy a ceder a la tentación de escribir un post acerca de otro blog. Me encontré en estos días en el periódico el tiempo un blog sobre "el lado oscuro de internet". En su primer post el autor plantea que internet tiene un lado oscuro de crimen y terrorismo. No tengo adjetivos muy buenos para describir ese artículo: alarmista, desenfocado e ignorante son los únicos que se me vienen a la mente.  El </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113746283312009817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=113746283312009817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113746283312009817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113746283312009817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2006/01/terrorismo-digital.html' title='Terrorismo digital'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-113578753991293990</id><published>2005-12-28T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:27.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El perro rosado y el gato debajo de la cama</title><summary type='text'>Para poner las cosas en contexto: en mi casa somos fanáticos del humor absurdo, de contar historias como las de 'El gran pez' de Tim Burton, y llevarnos la cuerda unos a otros. Mi novia ha tenido algunos problemas para aprender a distinguir cuando es una broma y cuando hablamos en serio.Una noche, cuando hablabamos por teléfono, le conté que tenía un gato, y que lo había metido debajo de la cama.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113578753991293990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=113578753991293990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113578753991293990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113578753991293990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2005/12/el-perro-rosado-y-el-gato-debajo-de-la.html' title='El perro rosado y el gato debajo de la cama'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-113266420907774537</id><published>2005-11-22T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:40:42.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='política'/><title type='text'>El carisma de los candidatos</title><summary type='text'>El carisma es la capacidad de algunas personas para atraer, eso dice el diccionario en su primera acepeción. La segunda dice que es un don dado por Dios (así con mayúscula) a una persona para el beneficio de la comunidad. Aunque no tiene sentido pelear con la RAE, yo prefiero la primera definición, porque el carisma se me hace una cualidad amoral, es decir que no es buena o mala de por si.En </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113266420907774537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=113266420907774537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113266420907774537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113266420907774537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-carisma-de-los-candidatos.html' title='El carisma de los candidatos'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-113001568357565396</id><published>2005-10-22T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:27.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La paradoja subjetivista</title><summary type='text'>Las últimas semanas he gastado mucho de mi tiempo ocioso (mis paseos en transmilenio y mis caminatas desde la estación hasta la oficina) en pensar en el objetivismo y el subjetivismo. Antes, cuando era joven (de verdad joven) pensaba que la verdad no existía, que nada podemos conocer, y que todo era subjetivo.Hoy pienso diferente, pienso que el mundo existe sin nosotros, que ha existido por mucho</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/113001568357565396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=113001568357565396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113001568357565396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/113001568357565396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-paradoja-subjetivista.html' title='La paradoja subjetivista'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-112613890549253351</id><published>2005-09-04T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:27.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extrañando al ICQ</title><summary type='text'>El ICQ, para aquellos que no recuerdan, fue el programa de mensajería instantanea mas popular a finales de los 90. Hacía lo que hacen todos los programas de IM: avisar cuando un amigo está en línea y enviarle mensajes. Tenía una bonita señal sonora para avisar cuando alguien estaba en línea, algo que sonaba parecido a un golpe en una puerta de madera; un bonito juego de iconos de florecitas y un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112613890549253351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=112613890549253351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/112613890549253351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/112613890549253351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2005/09/extraando-al-icq.html' title='Extrañando al ICQ'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9171614.post-112569509895969749</id><published>2005-09-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:49:27.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contra Natura</title><summary type='text'>La teoría de la evolución dice que solo el mas apto sobrevive. Eso quiere decir que la competencia por la supervivencia de las especies es feroz e inmisericorde. No existe cosa como la compasión en el mundo natural. El depredador no se detiene al devorar a su presa, y nosotros, los seres humanos, somos los depredadores mas efectivos del planeta. No hay ningún ser vivo que nos compita. Nuestra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/feeds/112569509895969749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9171614&amp;postID=112569509895969749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/112569509895969749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9171614/posts/default/112569509895969749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camiloaa.blogspot.com/2005/09/contra-natura.html' title='Contra Natura'/><author><name>C.A.A</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00732217361732741716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/72/buddyicons/50972556@N00.jpg?1151159690'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
