<?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-4843143810396221108</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:29:59.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una foto...una historia.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-5198897922419022203</id><published>2008-04-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:58.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocencia en todo sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/SAJ0BI7YvCI/AAAAAAAAABM/P2EjyW9EkC8/s1600-h/P1060739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188837283609492514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/SAJ0BI7YvCI/AAAAAAAAABM/P2EjyW9EkC8/s320/P1060739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las ganas de crecer con una esperanza y una sonrrisa hacen que ellos sigan adelante con la mirada e inocencia que los caracteríza, no permitamos que sus sueños se derrumben o acaben antes de empezar. Los niños son iguales en todas partes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-5198897922419022203?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5198897922419022203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=5198897922419022203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/5198897922419022203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/5198897922419022203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2008/04/inocencia-en-todo-sentido.html' title='Inocencia en todo sentido'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/SAJ0BI7YvCI/AAAAAAAAABM/P2EjyW9EkC8/s72-c/P1060739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-1550847987591774920</id><published>2007-07-03T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:58.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplemente niña</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RosBDRQdNXI/AAAAAAAAABE/txkVwvWJqYs/s1600-h/calle7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083157760101397874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RosBDRQdNXI/AAAAAAAAABE/txkVwvWJqYs/s320/calle7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Con el cabello desgreñado y la mirada perdia esta pequeña posa para la cámara mostrando una tristeza que lleva en el alma pero con las ganas de seguir  luchando&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-1550847987591774920?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1550847987591774920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=1550847987591774920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/1550847987591774920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/1550847987591774920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2007/07/simplemente-nia.html' title='simplemente niña'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RosBDRQdNXI/AAAAAAAAABE/txkVwvWJqYs/s72-c/calle7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-1015180508895796927</id><published>2007-07-01T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:58.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre hay una sonrria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoguRRQdNWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zdaNS-ow5yk/s1600-h/calle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082363053712684386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoguRRQdNWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zdaNS-ow5yk/s320/calle6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pesar de tener un alma triste por la ausencia de una madre o un padre ellas nunca pierden la algeria y las ganas de vivir en su mundo de fantasías donde ellas son las princesas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Con un corazón lleno de sueños, con una historia por escribir seguirán buscando una razón para levantarse cada mañana y seguir caminano...no permitamos que esa sonrrisa se borre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-1015180508895796927?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1015180508895796927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=1015180508895796927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/1015180508895796927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/1015180508895796927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2007/07/siempre-hay-una-sonrria.html' title='Siempre hay una sonrria'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoguRRQdNWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zdaNS-ow5yk/s72-c/calle6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-4333494630322973833</id><published>2007-06-29T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:59.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un mundo lleno de inocenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQ6hQdNVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gqqPzKpS7HQ/s1600-h/calle9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081697458335855954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQ6hQdNVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gqqPzKpS7HQ/s320/calle9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQeRQdNUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RXAzh7DZ3SI/s1600-h/calle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081696973004551490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQeRQdNUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/RXAzh7DZ3SI/s320/calle5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQJRQdNTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EnLYZERPZrM/s1600-h/calle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081696612227298610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQJRQdNTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EnLYZERPZrM/s320/calle3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXOVhQdNSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n-mpEnBEd_E/s1600-h/calle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081694623657440546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXOVhQdNSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/n-mpEnBEd_E/s320/calle2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-4333494630322973833?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4333494630322973833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=4333494630322973833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/4333494630322973833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/4333494630322973833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-mundo-lleno-de-inocenia.html' title='Un mundo lleno de inocenia'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXQ6hQdNVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gqqPzKpS7HQ/s72-c/calle9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-5443157136008762042</id><published>2007-06-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:59.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirada perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXMAhQdNRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rlaiY0Z-hDU/s1600-h/calle8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081692063856932114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXMAhQdNRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rlaiY0Z-hDU/s320/calle8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En qué podrá pensar esta pequeña, ¿quien seré? ¿Por qué la fotografío?... la mirada perdida e inocente con falta de alegría por no entender los juegos de la vida y el por qué de estar en ese lugar rodeada de otros niños diferentes a ella pero con algo en común...fueron abandonados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crecerá y se llevará con ella la eterna interrogante de ¿porqué a mí? y la consolará un corazón lleno de ganas de vivir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-5443157136008762042?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5443157136008762042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=5443157136008762042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/5443157136008762042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/5443157136008762042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2007/06/mirada-perdia.html' title='Mirada perdida'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXMAhQdNRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rlaiY0Z-hDU/s72-c/calle8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-8738435711078544455</id><published>2007-06-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:38:59.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños interrumpidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXGahQdNQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tGxyLv6nAx4/s1600-h/calle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081685913463764226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXGahQdNQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tGxyLv6nAx4/s320/calle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; creer como un pequeño como él descansa el alma en una cuna de orfanato ya que fue abandonado en alguna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fría&lt;/span&gt; calle de Lima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despertará y no encontrará el rostro de su madre pero si la sonrisa de aquellas personas que le dan amor y lo cuidan hasta que alguien venga a darle un hogar de verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-8738435711078544455?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8738435711078544455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=8738435711078544455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/8738435711078544455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/8738435711078544455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2007/06/sueos-interrumpidos.html' title='Sueños interrumpidos'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZXmKYAhOBk/RoXGahQdNQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tGxyLv6nAx4/s72-c/calle1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4843143810396221108.post-7958559890189663984</id><published>2007-06-29T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:23:18.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de invierno</title><content type='html'>En &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt; de la calle solo me a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compañaba&lt;/span&gt; el ruido de los autos que de rato en rato pasaban, de pronto se empezó a colar por la ventana una melodía que no sabía de donde provenía, en eso veo pasar a un anciano, que con las manos en los bolsillos, avanzaba con un caminar que daba a entender que sus pasos en la vida fueron difíciles pero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gratificantes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Volteé&lt;/span&gt; a verlo y me sorprendió como de sus labios salía un silbido que se convertía en una bella sinfonía la cual por un instante, alegró este inquieto corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4843143810396221108-7958559890189663984?l=angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7958559890189663984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4843143810396221108&amp;postID=7958559890189663984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/7958559890189663984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4843143810396221108/posts/default/7958559890189663984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angie-unahistoria.blogspot.com/2007/06/da-de-invierno.html' title='Día de invierno'/><author><name>Izabo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03404505835966328076</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://es.geocities.com/vane.rossi/Angie5jpg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
