<?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-4908523238134454029</id><updated>2012-01-20T04:27:43.068-08:00</updated><category term='Non esiste nome più belo'/><category term='più Dio di dio.Non esiste nulla colà'/><category term='LIBROS PUBLICADOS'/><category term='-'/><category term='eal'/><category term='PRESENTACIONES'/><category term='¿DÓNDE ENCONTRAR LOS LIBROS?'/><category term='POESIE... POESÍAS...'/><category term='LA MARGA LIBROS'/><category term='più puro'/><category term='SOBRE ESTE BLOG'/><category term='Y'/><category term='più arcano'/><title type='text'>La Marga</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blog habla de poesía, de cuentos, de pensamientos y de libros de espiritualidad.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>618</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-973937901871673153</id><published>2012-01-20T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T04:27:43.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, all'immedesimarti... Cuando, al identificarte..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu_xgMme4gI/TxlWj8D0GmI/AAAAAAAABjw/FwM_fERaW8I/s1600/88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu_xgMme4gI/TxlWj8D0GmI/AAAAAAAABjw/FwM_fERaW8I/s320/88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699681978831608418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, all'immedesimarti con il dolore, non sai superare ostacoli che a te paiono immani, ecco, noi procediamo a ricordare che nella vita: tutto è pianto e dolore? No. È strada. La vita è una strada che non finisce mai e porta lontano se tu vuoi andare lontano, porta vicino se tu vuoi andare vicino (se vuoi progredire o no). È tua la scelta: o piano o lontano. Le contrarietà sono il corrimano a cui si appoggia la mano per continuare a camminare. Lungo il cammino ci sono spine spinose? No, accidenti del terreno che possono limitare o stimolare. Non hai ancora capito il male: se tu lo prendi in mano vedrai che è evanescente, ma ogni cosa che è male aumenta se tu stringi la mano in un pugno, lo trattieni e non lo lasci volare. Io ti ho raccomandato di perseverare e tu, perseveri o abbandoni la mano sfiduciata da contrarietà immani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando te identificas con el dolor y no sabes superar esos obstáculos que a ti te parecen gigantescos, nosotros procedemos a recordarte que en la vida: ¿todo es llanto y dolor? No. Es carretera. La vida es una carretera que no termina nunca y lleva lejos si tú quiere ir lejos, lleva cerca si tú quieres ir cerca (si quieres progresar o no). Tú eliges: o despacio o lejos. Las contrariedades son el pasamano al cual la mano se apoya para poder seguir caminando. ¿Hay espinas espinosas? No, son accidentes del camino que pueden limitar o estimular. Todavía no has comprendido el mal: si tú lo tomas en tus manos, verás que es evanescente, pero, cada cosa que es mal aumenta si tú aprietas la mano en un puño, lo retienes y no le dejas volar. Yo te he recomendado que perseveres y tú, ¿perseveras o abandonas la mano que ya no tiene fe por las desmedidas contrariedades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-973937901871673153?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/973937901871673153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/973937901871673153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-allimmedesimarti-cuando-al.html' title='Quando, all&apos;immedesimarti... Cuando, al identificarte..'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uu_xgMme4gI/TxlWj8D0GmI/AAAAAAAABjw/FwM_fERaW8I/s72-c/88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5780251215335253778</id><published>2012-01-16T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T04:57:02.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il sole della giustizia...El sol de la justicia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YhaRwItC2bA/TxQZaTiEBtI/AAAAAAAABjk/qJSekqHrkgA/s1600/80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YhaRwItC2bA/TxQZaTiEBtI/AAAAAAAABjk/qJSekqHrkgA/s320/80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698207368240957138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A oriente sorge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;il sole della Giustizia Universale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Il sole della Giustizia appare e consolerà di tante offese. L'essere umano, che è disumano, ha nella sua mano la condanna:  si condanna da solo. La Giustizia  Universale così ha decretato. Tu fai il male? Tu avrai il male. Vendetta? No, atto di giustizia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, nelle spire del male penetra l'idea del male, il male attecchisce e non sarà sradicato se non quando, tornato il male a chi lo ha generato, risplende ogni dove il Sole Universale a sostanziare le cose: a dare sostanza alle cose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Vediamo: se tu rapisci un bambino alla madre e lo porti lontano, che farà quel bambino, diventato uomo cosciente? Ucciderà, maledirà. Perché mi hai rubato a mia madre? Quale il diritto? E la giustizia? Ma, non dubitare, nulla rimane impunito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nulla!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A oriente sale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;el sol de la Justicia Universal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;. El sol de la Justicia aparece e consolará de todas las ofensas. El ser humano, que está deshumanizado, tiene en sus manos la condena, es decir se condena él solo. La Justicia Universal así lo ha decretado. ¿Tú haces el mal? Tú tendrás el mal. ¿Venganza? No, acto de justicia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Cuando, en las espirales del mal penetra la idea del mal, el mal hecha raíces y no será arrancado más que cuando, al volver el mal al que lo ha generado, resplandece por doquier el Sol Universal para sustanciar las cosas: para darle sustancia a las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Veamos: si tú raptas un niño a la madre y le llevas lejos, ¿qué hará ese niño una vez que llegue a ser un hombre consciente? Matará, maldecirá. ¿Por qué me has raptado? ¿Con qué derecho? ¿Dónde está la justicia? Pero, no lo dudes, nada se queda sin su castigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;¡Nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5780251215335253778?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5780251215335253778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5780251215335253778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/il-sole-della-giustiziael-sol-de-la.html' title='Il sole della giustizia...El sol de la justicia...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YhaRwItC2bA/TxQZaTiEBtI/AAAAAAAABjk/qJSekqHrkgA/s72-c/80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1309650511105086875</id><published>2012-01-15T03:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T04:43:43.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Io ho desiderato....Yo he deseado....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uutyc0AwCwk/TxK-qJLbCnI/AAAAAAAABjY/I7fVH1JCCJo/s1600/P1000210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uutyc0AwCwk/TxK-qJLbCnI/AAAAAAAABjY/I7fVH1JCCJo/s320/P1000210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697826109804710514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io ho desiderato insegnarti la verità e, come tale, la verità non è né bene né male, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;è ciò che è.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Se ogni persona autocosciente sapesse da sé districare i pregiudizi, i preconcetti, le idee sballate, ogni esssere umano, libero e solo, sarebbe la Luce. Ma ogni essere umano trasforma dentro di sé fatti e parole e li adegua alla sua mente: a ciò che ogni persona pensa. Io non ti ho da rapportare con esseri umani saccenti e burbanzosi, Io ti ho da rapportare con esseri umnai e, come tali, né saccenti né burbanzosi. Ogni essere umano è ciò che è. Definizione: questa è l'unica definizione, non esiste la possibilità di sbagliare: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;ogni essere umano è ciò che è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Se tu criticassi una mela cotogna per la peluria che la ricopre, tu non sapresti là rapportare l'utilità di quella peluria che la protegge dal male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ogni creatura là sulla Terra è tale che non esiste raddoppiamento (non esistono due persone uguali) pertanto, perché annaspare cercando giustificazione al comportamento di ogni essere umano? Accettare: è così, non c'è niente da fare. Le onde si accavallano a schiera o turbinose o cavalloni, travolgono il mare: lo sconvolgono. Calma, la riva lo guarda e non appare minimamente timore là di sbagliare: il mare è il mare. Così, ogni persona che tu hai occasione là di incontrare sarà: è tale, non c'è niente da fare. Tu ascolta muta e non ti arrabbiare né ti spaventare. Ogni onda poi torna al riposo e, nella calma totale, la riva torna a pensare: è il mare. Non esiste malore che resita alla definizione di accettare: è tale, non c'è niente da fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yo he deseado enseñarte la verdad y, como tal, la verdad, no es ni bien ni mal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;es lo que es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;. Si cada persona autoconsciente supiera alejar de sí misma los prejuicios, las ideas preconcebidas, las ideas equivocadas, cada ser humano, libre y solo, sería Luz. Pero, cada ser humano transforma dentro de él hechos y palabras y los adapta a su mentalidad, es decir a lo que cada uno piensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Yo no tengo que ponerte en contacto con seres humanos sabihondos y orgullosos, Yo he de ponerte en contacto con seres humanos y, como seres humanos que son, no son ni sabihondos ni orgullosos. Cada ser humano es lo que es. Definición ( esta es la única definición), no existe la posibilidad de equivocarse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;cada ser humano es lo que es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Si tú criticaras un membrillo por la pelusa que le recubre, no sabrías comprender la utilidad de esa pelusa que le protege del mal. Cada criatura allí en la Tierra es tal que no hay duplicación, es decir, que no existen dos personas iguales. Por lo tanto, ¿para qué afanarse en buscar una justificación al comportamiento de cada ser humano? Hay que aceptar: es así, no hay nada que hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Las olas del mar se sobrepujan en fila las unas a las otras, o son turbulentas o son oleadas embravecidas, arrasan el mar, le zozobran. Calma, la orilla lo mira y no tiene el menor temor de equivocarse: el mar es el mar. Del mismo modo, cada persona que tienes ocasión de encontrar allí en la Tierra, piensa: es así, no hay nada que hacer. Tú escucha y no hables ni te enfades ni te asustes. Luego cada ola vuelve al reposo y, en la calma total, la orilla vuelve a pensar: es el mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;No existe malestar que resista a la definición de aceptar: es así, no hay nada que hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1309650511105086875?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1309650511105086875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1309650511105086875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/io-ho-desideratoyo-he-deseado.html' title='Io ho desiderato....Yo he deseado....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uutyc0AwCwk/TxK-qJLbCnI/AAAAAAAABjY/I7fVH1JCCJo/s72-c/P1000210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5575849572745707403</id><published>2012-01-15T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T03:50:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurare la verità....Restaurar la verdad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glR80u6607w/TxK5wO0f0lI/AAAAAAAABjM/i92EIiU6jZo/s1600/rasi%2Bboh%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glR80u6607w/TxK5wO0f0lI/AAAAAAAABjM/i92EIiU6jZo/s320/rasi%2Bboh%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697820716840243794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lavoro immane: restaurare là sulla Terra la verità, la vera: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dio Presente. Questa è la verità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Non esiste nessun'altra verità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io desidero raccomandare che ogni cosa che fai sia per te Luce. Se per te è Luce, lo è per quant'altri la conosceranno e saranno portatori della Sua Luce. Figli voi siete della Luce: unica fonte da cui sgorga la vita. Infinita, sgorga là sulla Terra a ricordare che non esiste un momento in cui Lui non appaia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trabajo inmenso: restaurar allí en la Tierra la verdad, la verdadera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Dios Presente. Esta es la verdad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No existe ninguna otra verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yo deseo recomendar que cada cosa que hagas sea Luz para ti. Si para ti es Luz, lo es también para los que la conocerán y serán portadores de Su Luz. Sois hijos de la Luz: única fuente de la cual brota la vida. Infinita, la Luz brota allí en la Tierra para recordar que no existe un momento en el cual Él no aparezca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5575849572745707403?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5575849572745707403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5575849572745707403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/restaurare-la-veritarestaurar-la-verdad.html' title='Restaurare la verità....Restaurar la verdad....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glR80u6607w/TxK5wO0f0lI/AAAAAAAABjM/i92EIiU6jZo/s72-c/rasi%2Bboh%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1898218402085833247</id><published>2012-01-08T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:23:05.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non scandagliare mai... No sondees nunca más...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K3EJVWy5jM/Twl6Ab6lZII/AAAAAAAABjA/EXJK-EQ4i_I/s1600/IMGP3599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K3EJVWy5jM/Twl6Ab6lZII/AAAAAAAABjA/EXJK-EQ4i_I/s320/IMGP3599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695217351698769026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non scandagliare mai più nel passato. Guarda al futuro e non pensare se vali, se sai, se sai. Vali, sai, sei ciò che, nella Mente Totale, ha avuto il tuo primo vagito astrale: capire.  La comprensione è stata, è e sarà la tua ossessione. Per questo ti son capitati esseri strani, anime astruse e perverse. Ci sono, ti sono toccate, ma ora sgombro appare il cammino. Ti puoi fidare. Abbi la fede che non hai avuto mai, credi in te, in Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;No sondees nunca más en el pasado. Mira hacia el futuro y no pienses si vales, si sabes, si eres. Vales, sabes, eres lo que en la Mente Total ha tenido tu primer vagido astral: comprender. La comprensión ha sido, es y será tu obsesión. Por eso te han caído encima seres extraños, almas abstrusas y perversas. Las hay, te han tocado, pero ahora el camino está libre. Puedes fiarte. Ten la fe que nunca has tenido, cree en ti, en Mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1898218402085833247?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1898218402085833247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1898218402085833247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/non-scandagliare-mai-no-sondees-nunca.html' title='Non scandagliare mai... No sondees nunca más...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K3EJVWy5jM/Twl6Ab6lZII/AAAAAAAABjA/EXJK-EQ4i_I/s72-c/IMGP3599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1386339452437057066</id><published>2012-01-08T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:07:20.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allontana le tante formiche....Aleja a las hormigas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKKuNdAa85k/Twl4EZDqyJI/AAAAAAAABi0/EVqgLBc6ZUI/s1600/aprile%2B07%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKKuNdAa85k/Twl4EZDqyJI/AAAAAAAABi0/EVqgLBc6ZUI/s320/aprile%2B07%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695215220627785874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Allontana le tante formiche voraci che, divorando la pace, non pensano che a soddisfare bisogni inesistenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Aleja a las hormigas voraces que, devorando la paz, non piensan más que en satisfacer necesidades inexistentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1386339452437057066?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1386339452437057066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1386339452437057066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/allontana-le-tante-formichealeja-las.html' title='Allontana le tante formiche....Aleja a las hormigas...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKKuNdAa85k/Twl4EZDqyJI/AAAAAAAABi0/EVqgLBc6ZUI/s72-c/aprile%2B07%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5715248599711984285</id><published>2012-01-08T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:24:29.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensa alle persone... Piensa en las personas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3hF8shZIYc/Twl1MIoCY9I/AAAAAAAABio/VI2FbDGr1-Q/s1600/Copia%2Bdi%2BIMG_3344.-cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3hF8shZIYc/Twl1MIoCY9I/AAAAAAAABio/VI2FbDGr1-Q/s320/Copia%2Bdi%2BIMG_3344.-cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695212055120995282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pensa alle persone lasciate come a fiocchi di neve che si sono sciolti quando hanno toccato terra. Fiumane di persone: adeguate? Inadeguate. Perché? Per insegnare a separare ciò che porta a Dio: pace, armonia, da ciò che non porta a Dio: egoismo, sadismo, crudeltà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Piensa en las personas a las que has dejado, como si fueran copos de nieve que se han derretido cuando han tocado el suelo. Riadas de personas, ¿que eran adecuadas? No, eran inadecuadas. ¿Por qué? Eran inadecuadas para enseñarte a separar lo que lleva hacia Dios: la paz, la armonía, de lo que no lleva hacia Dios: el egoísmo, el sadismo, la crueldad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5715248599711984285?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5715248599711984285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5715248599711984285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensa-alle-persone-piensa-en-las.html' title='Pensa alle persone... Piensa en las personas...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3hF8shZIYc/Twl1MIoCY9I/AAAAAAAABio/VI2FbDGr1-Q/s72-c/Copia%2Bdi%2BIMG_3344.-cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4558428508601765413</id><published>2012-01-06T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:26:10.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, nell'attraversare... Cuando, al cruzar......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cToTj6YCMAw/TwbFhF-tgkI/AAAAAAAABic/byo0MdeRYvs/s1600/IMGP4445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cToTj6YCMAw/TwbFhF-tgkI/AAAAAAAABic/byo0MdeRYvs/s320/IMGP4445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694455951188132418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando, nell'attraversare i fiumi della tua vita, hai visto pericolare la nave, sempre ti ha soccorso la Mano. Sempre ti ha salvato. I marosi invano hanno osteggiato i fianchi della tua nave. Invano uragani hanno fatto scrosciare a tonnellate l'acqua piovana  sul tuo fasciame. Invano si sono arresi i marinai, tu hai continuato a navigare e ancora navigherai.&lt;br /&gt;I malori formano parte della vita, è naturale. Non avrai da temere uragani che, temerari, cercheranno di sradicare l'albero della tua nave. Invano ti batteranno venti e maree, perché nella tua nave è Dio Presente. Presente nelle tue mani, ardore nelle tue vene, consolazione al dolore, conforto nell'abbandono, consolazione nei mali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando, al atravesar los ríos de tu vida, has visto peligrar tu nave, siempre te ha socorrido la Mano. Siempre te ha salvado. Las olas han hostilizado en vano los costados de tu nave. En vano los huracanes han hecho caer con estruendo el agua de la lluvia por toneladas sobre el tablazón de tu nave. En vano se han rendido los marineros, tú has seguido navegando y todavía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; navegarás.&lt;br /&gt;Los contratiempos y las contrariedades forman parte de la vida, es natural. No tendrás que temer huracanes temerarios que intentarán arrancar el mástil de tu nave. En vano te golpearán los vientos y las mareas, porque en tu nave está Dios Presente. Presente en tus manos, ardor en tus venas, consuelo en el dolor, conforte en el abandono, consolación en los males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4558428508601765413?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4558428508601765413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4558428508601765413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-nellattraversare-cuando-al.html' title='Quando, nell&apos;attraversare... Cuando, al cruzar......'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cToTj6YCMAw/TwbFhF-tgkI/AAAAAAAABic/byo0MdeRYvs/s72-c/IMGP4445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4450136301481137798</id><published>2011-12-18T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:22:05.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non pensare che a Me... No pienses más que en Mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIldV0fjvsU/Tu4QZNyyj2I/AAAAAAAABiE/v5tNaMP_YSY/s1600/P1000441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIldV0fjvsU/Tu4QZNyyj2I/AAAAAAAABiE/v5tNaMP_YSY/s320/P1000441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687501404800978786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non pensare che a Me. Avviati a considerare fasullo tutto ciò che non è Mio pertinente. È chiaro che devi ancora sapere che ogni cosa che fai è Mia, nel senso che è diretta al Signore. Qualunque cosa. Tu parli? Io. Tu scrivi? Io. Tu lavori? Io. Tu ridi? Io. Tu perseveri? Io. Tu stai elaborando? Io. Io sono Io sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;No pienses más que en Mí. Empieza a pensar que todo lo que no tiene que ver conmigo es falaz. Está claro que tienes todavía que saber que cada cosa que haces es Mía, en el sentido de que va dirigida hacia el Señor, Cualquier cosa. ¿Tú hablas? Yo. ¿Tú escribes? Yo. ¿Tú trabajas? Yo. ¿Tú te ríes? Yo. ¿Tú perseveras? Yo. ¿Tú estás elaborando? Yo. Yo soy siempre Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4450136301481137798?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4450136301481137798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4450136301481137798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-pensare-che-me-no-pienses-mas-que.html' title='Non pensare che a Me... No pienses más que en Mí'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UIldV0fjvsU/Tu4QZNyyj2I/AAAAAAAABiE/v5tNaMP_YSY/s72-c/P1000441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2820955492735453089</id><published>2011-12-07T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T03:27:17.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Io sono il tuo....Yo soy tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNZtMwR9zh8/Tt8-TruS2EI/AAAAAAAABh4/WBX5vFGDZF0/s1600/IMGP5860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNZtMwR9zh8/Tt8-TruS2EI/AAAAAAAABh4/WBX5vFGDZF0/s320/IMGP5860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683329762640189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o sono tuo Autore e ti dico: verrà giorno, giorno verrà che, indicato il cammino, tu supererai ostacoli immani dentro il cuore inasprito dell'uomo che ha capito che Dio può parlare e lui, l'uomo, Lo può capire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yo soy tu Autor y te digo: vendrá el día, el día vendrá, en el cual, al ser indicado para ti el camino, tú superarás obstáculos inmensos en el corazón del hombre que ha comprendido que Dios puede hablar con él, y él, el hombre, Le puede entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2820955492735453089?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2820955492735453089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2820955492735453089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/io-sono-il-tuoyo-soy-tu.html' title='Io sono il tuo....Yo soy tu...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QNZtMwR9zh8/Tt8-TruS2EI/AAAAAAAABh4/WBX5vFGDZF0/s72-c/IMGP5860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-7277148416401473478</id><published>2011-12-07T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:18:39.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non è questione....No se trata....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuWvi0MEe2I/Tt87z4TdZuI/AAAAAAAABhs/flLa84LbHBA/s1600/IMGP5663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuWvi0MEe2I/Tt87z4TdZuI/AAAAAAAABhs/flLa84LbHBA/s320/IMGP5663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683327017238226658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non è questione di avere ricordo del passato. No! Il passato non conta, è questione di avere sempre nel cuore il concetto di Dio. Irraggiungible? No, raggiunto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando tu ti soffermi a pensare che Dio ti ha creato, e ha creato dentro di te l'Amore, che cosa ti aspetti di più, se non vedere l'Amore realizzato nelle Mie forme infinite? Tu non sei che una piccola forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No se trata de recordar el pasado. ¡No! El pasado no cuenta, se rata de tener siempre en el corazón el concepto de Dios. ¿Dios inalcanzable? No, Dios alcanzado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cuando tú te detienes en pensar que Dios te ha creado, y ha creado el Amor dentro de ti, ¿qué más te esperas, sino ver el Amor realizado en Mis formas infinitas? Tú no eres más que una pequeña forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-7277148416401473478?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7277148416401473478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7277148416401473478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-e-questioneno-se-trata.html' title='Non è questione....No se trata....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuWvi0MEe2I/Tt87z4TdZuI/AAAAAAAABhs/flLa84LbHBA/s72-c/IMGP5663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5440613615271631857</id><published>2011-12-07T01:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T02:07:37.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, individuato....Cuando, una vez que ha individuado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-qydJZlLPA/Tt819YdQMHI/AAAAAAAABhg/IE-0Gz56ewE/s1600/IMGP5782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-qydJZlLPA/Tt819YdQMHI/AAAAAAAABhg/IE-0Gz56ewE/s320/IMGP5782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683320583418294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, individuato nell'essere l'Essere, l'uomo si avvia a riservare al suo Dio l'ora più bella e, incontrastata, l'anima giace sicura nel suo giaciglio che è preparato da mani amorose allora, anche il Signore riposa in quel frammento dell'Infinito che è quella determinata anima e Io ti dico: giorno verrà, verrà giorno, in cui anche tu riposerai finalmente raccolta lì nel Signore vivente oltre ogni dire, come farfalla che esce dal suo lungo letargo, larva non più, farfalla iridata di mille colori. Sublime solo il ricordo di avere lottato per diventarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cuando, al haber individuado al Ser en el ser, el hombre  empieza a reservar para su Dios las horas más bellas e, sin contrastes, el alma yace en su yacija que ha sido preparada por manos amorosas, entonces, también el Señor descansa en ese fragmento del Infinito que es esa determinada alma, y Yo te digo: vendrá el día, el día vendrá, en el cual  allí en la Tierra tú por fin descansarás recogida en el Señor, que vive más allá de lo imaginable, como mariposa que sale de su largo letargo, y ya no es larva, sino mariposa irisada de mil colores. Sublime solo el recuerdo de haber luchado para llegar a serlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5440613615271631857?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5440613615271631857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5440613615271631857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/quando-individuatocuando-una-vez-que-ha.html' title='Quando, individuato....Cuando, una vez que ha individuado...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X-qydJZlLPA/Tt819YdQMHI/AAAAAAAABhg/IE-0Gz56ewE/s72-c/IMGP5782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1217851852159218295</id><published>2011-12-02T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T08:27:13.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benché tu vivessi... Aunque tú vivieras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjqKSqQEhrc/Tu4UVaDVkWI/AAAAAAAABiQ/wcCnlKvN6W4/s1600/P1000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjqKSqQEhrc/Tu4UVaDVkWI/AAAAAAAABiQ/wcCnlKvN6W4/s320/P1000429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687505737418641762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Benché tu vivessi mille e più anni, non potresti mai contrastare Colui che ti guida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Aunque tú vivieras mil, y más años, nunca podrías oponerte a Aquel que te guía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1217851852159218295?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1217851852159218295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1217851852159218295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/benche-tu-vivessi-aunque-tu-vivieras.html' title='Benché tu vivessi... Aunque tú vivieras...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjqKSqQEhrc/Tu4UVaDVkWI/AAAAAAAABiQ/wcCnlKvN6W4/s72-c/P1000429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5616115325070171531</id><published>2011-12-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:08:52.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verserai lacrime... Derramarás lágrimas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI0P1DnaDfM/TtkTE4fpa3I/AAAAAAAABhI/xdcBMKnhlYc/s1600/IMGP5611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI0P1DnaDfM/TtkTE4fpa3I/AAAAAAAABhI/xdcBMKnhlYc/s320/IMGP5611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681593379510119282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Verserai lacrime amare su gente estranea e fugace? No. Prosegui. Io &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; con te. Io &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;con te. Io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;con te. Alleluya! Alleluya! Alleluya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;¿Derramarás lágrimas amargas sobre gente extraña y fugaz? No. Sigue adelante. Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;estoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;contigo. Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; contigo. Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; contigo. ¡Aleluya! ¡Aleluya! ¡Aleluya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5616115325070171531?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5616115325070171531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5616115325070171531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/verserai-lacrime-derramaras-lagrimas.html' title='Verserai lacrime... Derramarás lágrimas...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sI0P1DnaDfM/TtkTE4fpa3I/AAAAAAAABhI/xdcBMKnhlYc/s72-c/IMGP5611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3934761256668794568</id><published>2011-12-02T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:00:24.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben lungi da te...Ni se te ocurra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjCBx4bar3c/TtkQC_B5rFI/AAAAAAAABg8/H7H_7CjllR4/s1600/IMGP5519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjCBx4bar3c/TtkQC_B5rFI/AAAAAAAABg8/H7H_7CjllR4/s320/IMGP5519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681590048369781842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ben lungi da te santificare amicizie che non sono che approcci di conoscenze. Ben lungi da te affrontare l'essere umano, allontana da te discussioni inutili. Perdere il tempo! Sciocchezza infinita. Il tuo tempo, lo sai, è del Signore. Abbi la fede che Io ti ho dato. Passa oltre gli esseri umani e cammina, da sola, se è necessario. La rotta è tracciata e non esiste il ritorno se non il grande ritorno al Signore. Il tuo Signore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io sono il tuo Signore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ni se te ocurra santificar amistades que no son más acercamientos fugaces. Ni se te ocurra enfrentarte al ser humano, aleja de ti las discusiones inútiles. ¡Perder el tiempo! Qué tontería infinita. Tu tiempo, lo sabes, es del Señor. Ten la fe que Yo te he dado. Ve más allá de los seres humanos y camino sola, si es necesario. La ruta está trazada y no existe otro regreso más que el gran regreso al Señor. Tu Señor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yo soy tu Señor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3934761256668794568?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3934761256668794568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3934761256668794568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/ben-lungi-da-teni-se-te-ocurra.html' title='Ben lungi da te...Ni se te ocurra...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjCBx4bar3c/TtkQC_B5rFI/AAAAAAAABg8/H7H_7CjllR4/s72-c/IMGP5519.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8850467880427377737</id><published>2011-12-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T09:47:51.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non tergiversare....No tergiverses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLLvje4Mnzg/TtkMKK5Lj2I/AAAAAAAABgw/LsNAeM4ZdBw/s1600/IMGP5450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLLvje4Mnzg/TtkMKK5Lj2I/AAAAAAAABgw/LsNAeM4ZdBw/s320/IMGP5450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681585773767004002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non tergiversare il tuo cammino, prosegui la rotta segnata e arriva in porto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;tu sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. E che ognuno arguisca quello che vuole. Non interpretare la voce del vento, il vento soffia e percorre pianure. È forse un essere umano pensante, volente, amante, senziente? No. Così è il genere umano, erroneamente chiamato terrestre. La Terra, come voi la chiamate, è abitata da esseri ben più elevati. Nascosti nell'ombra? No, in pieno sole, godono, vedono, trionfano. Quali sono? Sono esseri che  voi non vedete, che a voi trasmettono incessantemente Amore. E voi lo rifiutate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;No tergiverses tu camino, sigue la ruta que ha sido trazada y llega al puerto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;tú sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;. Y que cada uno arguya lo que quiera. No interpretes la voz del viento, el viento sopla y recorre las llanuras. ¿Es quizás un ser humano que piensa, que tiene voluntad, que ama, que siente?No. Así es el genero humano, erróneamente llamado terrestre. La Tierra, como la llamáis vosotros, está habitada por seres mucho más elevados. ¿Están ocultos en la sombra? No, en pleno sol, disfrutan, ven, triunfan, ¿Cuáles son? Son seres que vosotros no veis, que os transmiten incesantemente el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Amor. Y vosotros lo rechazáis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8850467880427377737?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8850467880427377737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8850467880427377737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-tergiversareno-tergiverses.html' title='Non tergiversare....No tergiverses...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aLLvje4Mnzg/TtkMKK5Lj2I/AAAAAAAABgw/LsNAeM4ZdBw/s72-c/IMGP5450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8454867897913763975</id><published>2011-11-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:37:58.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, inaspettato...Cuando, inesperado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WofkFFUNiWs/TtELNHcU1EI/AAAAAAAABgk/MViaPe5jzVg/s1600/IMGP5904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WofkFFUNiWs/TtELNHcU1EI/AAAAAAAABgk/MViaPe5jzVg/s320/IMGP5904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679332925054964802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, inaspettato e adusto, arriva a te un uomo e ti domada: "Che cosa è Dio?" E tu rispondi: "Dio è tutto", che cosa pensi tu che penserà quest'uomo, se non che, semplificato il pensiero, tu riduci il Signore a una risposta breve? Ma è così. Se Io ti dovessi là domandare: "Dì, chi è il Signore?", Io stesso risponderei: "È tutto." Ma l'uomo ha bisogno di molte Parole per arrivare a sentire Dio. Molte, incessanti Parole che alimentino l'ego, quel povero ego che ha travolto il Signore in piccole cose: mangiare, dormire, e non sa di che cosa è capace il Signore. Non sa, e Io te lo dico: "Dio è l'Universo intero e Io sono supporto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando, inesperado y seco, llega hasta ti un hombre y te pregunta: "¿Qué es Dios?" Y tú contestas: "Dios lo es todo", ¿qué piensas tú que pensará ese hombre, sino que tú has simplificado la idea y has resumido al Señor en una contestación breve? Pero, es así. Si Yo tuviera que preguntarte allí en la Tierra: "Di, ¿quién es Dios?" Yo mismo contestaría: "Lo es todo." Pero, el ser humano necesita de muchas Palabras para llegar a sentir a Dios. Muchas, incesantes Palabras que alimenten el ego, ese pobre ego que ha arrasado al Señor en cosas pequeñas: comer, dormir, y no sabe de qué es capaz el Señor. No lo sabe, y Yo te lo digo: "Dios es el Universo entero y Yo soy el soporte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8454867897913763975?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8454867897913763975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8454867897913763975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-inaspettatocuando-inesperado.html' title='Quando, inaspettato...Cuando, inesperado...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WofkFFUNiWs/TtELNHcU1EI/AAAAAAAABgk/MViaPe5jzVg/s72-c/IMGP5904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1513108205367297786</id><published>2011-11-25T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:18:20.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caduco, l'essere umano...Caduco, el ser humano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KwkeOLOEqM/Ts-8QBTje6I/AAAAAAAABgY/nNgB60yBoY4/s1600/P1000409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KwkeOLOEqM/Ts-8QBTje6I/AAAAAAAABgY/nNgB60yBoY4/s320/P1000409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678964638551866274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Caduco, l'essere umano concentra la vita su cose passeggere e banali, e tutto riserva a dopo la morte. Ma tu, addivenuta a capire l'estrema debolezza umana, non infierirai tappando buchi aperti nel cuore umano dal dolore, no. Tu tarperai le tue ali per impedire il tuo volo a causa del maldestro agire di molti? No, non infierirai, maldestra la mano, su chi non sa capirti. Allontanati. Non devi fare altro. Allontanare te da ogni cosa maldestra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Caduco, el ser humano concentra su vida en cosas pasajeras y banales, y todo lo deja para después de la muerte. Pero tú, al haber llegado a comprender cuán extremada es la debilidad humana, no te ensañarás taponando los agujeros que el dolor ha abierto en el corazón humano, no. ¿Despuntarás tus alas para impedir tu vuelo a causa de las acciones torpes de los demás? No, no te ensañarás con mano torpe sobre los que no han sabido comprenderte. Aléjate. No tienes que hacer nada más. Aleja de ti todo lo que es torpe y desmañado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1513108205367297786?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1513108205367297786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1513108205367297786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/caduco-lessere-umanocaduco-el-ser.html' title='Caduco, l&apos;essere umano...Caduco, el ser humano...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8KwkeOLOEqM/Ts-8QBTje6I/AAAAAAAABgY/nNgB60yBoY4/s72-c/P1000409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-893671799708098753</id><published>2011-11-25T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T08:00:00.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai capito... Has comprendido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCfBTAUI96A/Ts-7Ie6G08I/AAAAAAAABgM/iMu2WB4A-xw/s1600/P1000368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCfBTAUI96A/Ts-7Ie6G08I/AAAAAAAABgM/iMu2WB4A-xw/s320/P1000368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678963409547613122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hai capito l'essere umano in molteplici forme, forme di Dio onnipresente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Has comprendido al ser humano en múltiples formas, formas de Dios omnipresente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-893671799708098753?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/893671799708098753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/893671799708098753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/hai-capito-has-comprendido.html' title='Hai capito... Has comprendido...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCfBTAUI96A/Ts-7Ie6G08I/AAAAAAAABgM/iMu2WB4A-xw/s72-c/P1000368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1876783951647912211</id><published>2011-11-25T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T07:54:54.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando parliamo... Cuando hablamos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpyL4Y25SB0/Ts-4Hls_jkI/AAAAAAAABgA/7ORTvPN-ZNE/s1600/P1000392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpyL4Y25SB0/Ts-4Hls_jkI/AAAAAAAABgA/7ORTvPN-ZNE/s320/P1000392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678960095656906306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando parliamo di dolore, sappiamo tutti che cosa esso sia, ma quando parliamo del dolore fisico e morale, sappiamo che incide su di noi in maniera diversa: il dolore fisico si può fermare con le medicine, quello morale è difficile da fermare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hai appreso nel dolore. Dolore: molteplici forme. Dolore: molteplici sono le forme sotto cui si presenta il dolore, ma Io sono sovrano e a te Io dono la mano che non ti abbandona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cuando hablamos de dolor, todos sabemos qué es pero, cuando hablamos del dolor físico y moral, sabemos que incide en nosotros de manera distinta: el dolor físico se puede detener con las medicinas, el dolor moral es difícil de detener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Has aprendido en el dolor. Dolor: múltiples formas. Dolor: múltiples son las formas con las cuales se presenta el dolor, pero Yo soy soberano y Yo te doy la mano  que no te abandona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1876783951647912211?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1876783951647912211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1876783951647912211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-parliamo-cuando-hablamos.html' title='Quando parliamo... Cuando hablamos...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpyL4Y25SB0/Ts-4Hls_jkI/AAAAAAAABgA/7ORTvPN-ZNE/s72-c/P1000392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2024517357358982653</id><published>2011-11-24T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:30:47.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricopri in te le ferite...Cubre en ti  las heridas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXmTks4DS0M/Ts5hM5DrHtI/AAAAAAAABf0/EDxCWySsewA/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXmTks4DS0M/Ts5hM5DrHtI/AAAAAAAABf0/EDxCWySsewA/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678583054263328466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ricopri in te le ferite, rimargina tanto dolore e non ti sognare di avere più pena, Io sono vedetta. Perdono a te stessa, dovrai perdonare e non avere coscienza del male a te cagionato. Io sono Perdono, eterno, assoluto. Sii tu perdono. Sollievo alle genti: perdono. Io sono eterno Perdono: Io amo, non solo perdono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Cubre en ti las heridas, cicatriza tanto dolor y ni se te ocurra volver a sufrir, Yo soy la atalaya. Perdón para ti misma, tendrás que perdonar y no tener la conciencia del mal que te han causado. Yo soy el Perdón, eterno, absoluto. Sé tú perdón. Alivio para las gentes: el perdón. Yo soy eterno Perdón: Yo amo, no solo per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;dono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2024517357358982653?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2024517357358982653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2024517357358982653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/ricopri-in-te-le-feritecubre-en-ti-las.html' title='Ricopri in te le ferite...Cubre en ti  las heridas...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zXmTks4DS0M/Ts5hM5DrHtI/AAAAAAAABf0/EDxCWySsewA/s72-c/IMG_2205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1537406053716561990</id><published>2011-11-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:16:16.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilaga nei campi...Se expande en los campos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhOPDy4z8M4/Ts5cmlSj9UI/AAAAAAAABfo/xsg106vdgaM/s1600/IMG_2439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhOPDy4z8M4/Ts5cmlSj9UI/AAAAAAAABfo/xsg106vdgaM/s320/IMG_2439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678577998075524418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dilaga nei campi la pioggia, dilaga nei campi ubertosi e produce a te nuove messi: Amore. È la messe, l'Amore là risvegliato a trapassare confini indigesti: non digeriti, non assimilati. Io ti dono là ciò che tanto tu brami: l'Amore. Io sono te, sii tu Me. Io sono te, sii tu Me e andremo d'accordo, "abbracciati" in un solo obiettivo: dare a quell'uomo là claudicante l'Amore divino. Autocoscienza del Vero nascosto dentro le pieghe del manto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Se expande en los campos la lluvia, se expande en los fértiles campos y produce para ti una nueva mies: el Amor. Es la mies, el Amor que allí se ha despertado para traspasar fronteras indigestas, fronteras que no han sido digeridas ni asimiladas. Yo te doy lo que tanto tú ansías: el Amor. Yo soy tú, sé tú Yo. Yo soy tú, sé tu Yo e nos llevaremos bien, "abrazados" en un único objetivo, el de darle el Amor al ser humano que claudica allí en la Tierra. Autoconciencia de la Verdad oculta en los pliegues del manto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1537406053716561990?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1537406053716561990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1537406053716561990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/dilaga-nei-campise-expande-en-los.html' title='Dilaga nei campi...Se expande en los campos...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhOPDy4z8M4/Ts5cmlSj9UI/AAAAAAAABfo/xsg106vdgaM/s72-c/IMG_2439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2045706787541229414</id><published>2011-11-19T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:05:05.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non pensare...No pienses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9cSdGGecAc/Tsd8mwMrZsI/AAAAAAAABfc/_cO2ZKaL8xE/s1600/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9cSdGGecAc/Tsd8mwMrZsI/AAAAAAAABfc/_cO2ZKaL8xE/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676642860538750658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Non pensare mai più al passato. Un fiume è trascorso. È ben altro fiume da adesso il fulgore dell'animo tuo cosciente, vivo, tessuto d'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Non ricordare se non cose arcane dettate, le cose umane sono trascorse, non tornano più. Non devi pensare a nessuno se non al passato: passato. Lascia sgombra la via, acciocché tu possa salpare verso quei mari del Bene dove risiede il Bene. Non è più da te tergiversare mandato. Accumula solo l'Amore a te dato. Non pensare al passato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No pienses nunca más en el pasado. Un río ha pasado. Un río muy distinto es desde ahora el fulgor de tu alma consciente, viva, entretejida de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No recuerdes más que las cosas arcanas que han sido dictadas, las cosas humanas han pasado, ya no vuelven. No tienes que pensar en nadie más que como pasado: pasado. Deja despejada la vía, para que tú puedas zarpar hacia esos mares del Bien donde reside el Bien. Ya no es digno de ti tergiversar el mandato. Acumula solo el Amor que te ha sido dado. No pienses en el pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2045706787541229414?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2045706787541229414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2045706787541229414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/non-pensareno-pienses.html' title='Non pensare...No pienses...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C9cSdGGecAc/Tsd8mwMrZsI/AAAAAAAABfc/_cO2ZKaL8xE/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5540281972773986174</id><published>2011-11-17T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T02:06:24.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nell'Immenso..En el Inmenso..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC_BqS10Io4/TsU_ungxfMI/AAAAAAAABfQ/oUlV-b1ZaNc/s1600/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC_BqS10Io4/TsU_ungxfMI/AAAAAAAABfQ/oUlV-b1ZaNc/s320/IMG_2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676012975483354306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nell'Immenso ogni cosa è grande ed eterna, e non esiste momento che non sia Momento. Momento vuol dire Creazione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ogni cosa si crea e crea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. E ogni cosa è collegata ad un'altra e non esiste immortalità al di fuori di Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;En el Inmenso cada cosa es grande y eterna, y no existe ningún momento que no sea un Momento. Momento quiere decir Creación. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cada cosa se crea y crea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Y cada cosa está conectada con otra y no existe la inmortalidad fuera de Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5540281972773986174?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5540281972773986174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5540281972773986174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/nellimmensoen-el-inmenso.html' title='Nell&apos;Immenso..En el Inmenso..'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XC_BqS10Io4/TsU_ungxfMI/AAAAAAAABfQ/oUlV-b1ZaNc/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6070329881327199981</id><published>2011-11-17T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T08:59:36.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='più Dio di dio.Non esiste nulla colà'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='più arcano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='più puro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non esiste nome più belo'/><title type='text'>Dilaga, sii universale....Expándete, sé universal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q-n6yNrto/TsU59Ybg5cI/AAAAAAAABfE/wPwDEWloePc/s1600/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q-n6yNrto/TsU59Ybg5cI/AAAAAAAABfE/wPwDEWloePc/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676006632063034818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dilaga, sii universale. Sii Universo creato, non restare rinchiusa nel vuoto del tuo dolore. Il tuo cammino è ritornare al Signore facendo sconfitta nel male, inteso come abbandono di Dio. Io non ti abbandono, lo sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Come la pianta recisa colà rifiorisce, rifiorisci anche tu. Getta le nuove radici nel fango ubertoso e non scordare che mai, mai, il Signore ti ha abbandonato. Io sono quel dono che giunge ogni giorno sotto forma di sole, di amore, di luce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non esiste nome più bello, più puro, più santo, più arcano, più Dio di Dio. Non esiste nulla là che sia paragonabile al Signore. Io sono il Signore. Tu dormi, Io veglio, Io guido la rotta. Io sono. Io sono. Io sono. Sii anche tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Expándete, sé universal. Sé Universo creado, no te quedes encerrada en el vacío de tu dolor. Tu camino es volver al Señor derrotando el mal, entendiendo por mal el abandono de Dios. Yo no te abandono, lo sabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Como la planta que ha sido cortada vuelve a florecer allí en la Tierra, vuelve a florecer tú también. Echa las nuevas raíces en el fango que es fértil, y no olvides que nunca, nunca el Señor te ha abandonado. Yo soy ese don que llega cada día en forma de sol, de amor, de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No existe nombre más bello, más puro, más santo, más arcano, más Dios que Dios. No existe nada, allí en la Tierra que se le pueda comparar al Señor. Yo soy el Señor. Tú duermes, Yo velo. Yo guío la ruta. Yo soy. Yo soy. Yo soy. Sé tú también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6070329881327199981?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6070329881327199981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6070329881327199981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/dilaga-sii-universaleexpandete-se.html' title='Dilaga, sii universale....Expándete, sé universal...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3Q-n6yNrto/TsU59Ybg5cI/AAAAAAAABfE/wPwDEWloePc/s72-c/IMG_2261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-923634569792070136</id><published>2011-11-15T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:43:29.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando pensavi...Cuando pensabas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-pLXnigTKc/TsJ4BILCcKI/AAAAAAAABe4/h0ujPbsCOg0/s1600/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-pLXnigTKc/TsJ4BILCcKI/AAAAAAAABe4/h0ujPbsCOg0/s320/IMG_2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675230441209229474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Quando pensavi di avere solo dolore, ecco che appare la nuova speranza: donare all'essere umano la chiave del nuovo dolore: non dimenticare che ogni cosa che fai è improntata al dolore e tu ne sei vittima, quando non pensi all'Amore. Io sono tua guida e maestro. Tu devi solo sperare nel Bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Il Bene è padrone assoluto e Io voglio, questo lo voglio, che tu metta una cornice al dolore e lo appenda molto lontano da te, nel cielo, per esempio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando pensabas que solo tenías dolor, he aquí que aparece la nueva esperanza, la de darle al ser humano la llave del nuevo dolor: no olvidar que cada cosa que haces tiene el sello del dolor y tú eres su víctima cuando no piensas en el Amor. Yo soy tu guía y maestro. Tú tienes solo que poner tus esperanzas en el Bien. El Bien es dueño absoluto y Yo quiero, ésto es lo que quiero, que tú le pongas un marco al dolor y lo cuelgues muy lejos de ti, por ejemplo, en el cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-923634569792070136?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/923634569792070136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/923634569792070136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-pensavicuando-pensabas.html' title='Quando pensavi...Cuando pensabas....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L-pLXnigTKc/TsJ4BILCcKI/AAAAAAAABe4/h0ujPbsCOg0/s72-c/IMG_2327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-108821329018152150</id><published>2011-11-15T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:25:09.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indefesso arriva il dolore... El dolor llega incansable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_ck7FbIF8/TsJ0sNehEuI/AAAAAAAABes/Pxve6mi2pBA/s1600/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_ck7FbIF8/TsJ0sNehEuI/AAAAAAAABes/Pxve6mi2pBA/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675226783320969954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Indefesso arriva il dolore e tu pensi: ho solo dolore. Ma poi esci, vai ed ascolti e Io allora appaio più buono, più simile al Dio onnipotente che tende la mano. Hai dimenticato il dolore. È così, sempre. Devi dimenticare il dolore. Non darti dolore: toglitelo e godi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;El dolor llega incansable y tú piensas: tengo solo dolor. Pero luego sales, vas y escuchas y entonces Yo aparezco más bueno, más parecido al Dios omnipotente que tiende la mano. Has olvidado el dolor. Y así siempre. Tienes que olvidar el dolor. No te des dolor: quítatelo y sé feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-108821329018152150?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/108821329018152150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/108821329018152150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/indefesso-arriva-il-dolore-el-dolor.html' title='Indefesso arriva il dolore... El dolor llega incansable...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_ck7FbIF8/TsJ0sNehEuI/AAAAAAAABes/Pxve6mi2pBA/s72-c/IMG_2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-7902790156028593043</id><published>2011-11-13T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:36:22.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saprai che Amore....Sabrás que el Amor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJk5faQ_r0k/Tr_fd409bAI/AAAAAAAABeg/k_Cl3BFTX-o/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJk5faQ_r0k/Tr_fd409bAI/AAAAAAAABeg/k_Cl3BFTX-o/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674499760073829378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saprai che Amore riverbera e tace: non ha bisogno di propaganda. Tace ed assorbe il dolore degli altri. Adesso devi amare anche te e donarti tutto l'amore che tu hai donato. Io sono maestro, compagno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;consolazione. Tu pensa a Me. Io sono maestro perché &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maestro. Io non insegno, Io &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Insegnamento. Non sono garanzia di futuro, Io sono il Futuro. Non sono Io il dolore. No. Io sono l'Amore. Tutto è caduco lì sulla Terra. Anche l'Amore. Caduco per poi tornare. Io torno da sempre, per sempre dentro di te. Io torno sempre. E quando a te pare che ogni più piccola cosa colpisce, è dolore, allora Io intervengo dicendo: "Tu non devi soffrire. Non vedi che nasce l'Amore, non vedi che ogni più piccolo fiore risplende di Amore e ti vede? Guardati intorno ed osserva. Io sono l'Amore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Sabrás que el Amor reverbera y calla: no necesita de propaganda. Calla y absorbe el dolor de los demás. Ahora te tienes que amar también a ti y darte todo el amor que has dado. Yo soy maestro, compañero, consuelo. Tú piensa en Mí. Yo soy maestro porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; Maestro. Yo no enseño, Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; la enseñanza. No soy garantía para el futuro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; el Futuro. No soy Yo el dolor. No. Yo soy el Amor. Todo es caduco allí en la Tierra. Incluso el Amor. Caduco, para luego volver. Yo vuelvo desde siempre, para siempre dentro de ti. Yo vuelvo siempre. Y cuando a ti te parece que cada cosa, por pequeña que sea, te hiere, es decir es causa de dolor para ti, entonces Yo intervengo diciendo: "Tú no tienes que sufrir. ¿No ves que nace el Amor, no ves que cada flor, por pequeña que sea, resplandece de Amor y te ve? Mira a tu alrededor y observa. Yo soy el Amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-7902790156028593043?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7902790156028593043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7902790156028593043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/saprai-che-amoresabras-que-el-amor.html' title='Saprai che Amore....Sabrás que el Amor....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJk5faQ_r0k/Tr_fd409bAI/AAAAAAAABeg/k_Cl3BFTX-o/s72-c/IMG_2185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2433924212163417989</id><published>2011-11-13T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:10:16.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il male sottende....El mal tiende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ZYYndtbYk/Tr_ddFVWTEI/AAAAAAAABeU/aKi772TdRVo/s1600/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ZYYndtbYk/Tr_ddFVWTEI/AAAAAAAABeU/aKi772TdRVo/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674497547227778114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Il male sottende le ali vituperate e agisce come se esistesse, ma non esiste. Quando tu soffri, dolore ti prende e tu cerchi perdono delle tue "colpe", ma devi sapere che Dio è eterno perdono, non conta le offese, Lui è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;il Perdono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Contare le offese? Che assurdo dolore inflitto a chi ha già tanto dolore: all'uomo! Infliggere ancora dolore? Chi potrà mai sapere se tanto dolore non porta a sapere? Tu devi sapere, è questo il destino a te destinato: sapere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;El mal tiende sus alas cubiertas de ignominia y actúa como si existiera, pero no existe. Cuando tú sufres, el dolor te embarga y tú buscas el perdón de tus "culpas", pero tienes que saber que Dios es eterno perdón, no cuenta las ofensas, Él es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;el Perdón. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;¿Contar las ofensas? ¡Qué absurdo dolor infligido al que ya tiene tanto dolor: al ser humano! ¿Infligir todavía más dolor? ¿Quién podrá saber si tanto dolor no lleva hasta saber? Tú tienes que saber, es este el destino que tienes destinado para ti: el de saber.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2433924212163417989?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2433924212163417989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2433924212163417989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/il-male-sottendeel-mal-tiende.html' title='Il male sottende....El mal tiende...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I5ZYYndtbYk/Tr_ddFVWTEI/AAAAAAAABeU/aKi772TdRVo/s72-c/IMG_2022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-996661246395337762</id><published>2011-11-09T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:03:12.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbi tu fede.... Ten fe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1U0uHqz6GAY/TrpsCAvhklI/AAAAAAAABd8/g9P4TuAxyAU/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1U0uHqz6GAY/TrpsCAvhklI/AAAAAAAABd8/g9P4TuAxyAU/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672965462441431634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abbi tu fede. Non claudicare. Io sono la fede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ten fe. No claudiques. Yo soy la fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-996661246395337762?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/996661246395337762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/996661246395337762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/abbi-tu-fede-ten-fe.html' title='Abbi tu fede.... Ten fe...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1U0uHqz6GAY/TrpsCAvhklI/AAAAAAAABd8/g9P4TuAxyAU/s72-c/IMG_2015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-578607313612503292</id><published>2011-11-09T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:58:22.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, indagando....Cuando, al indagar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVIxNBdi7GY/TrpoleDwGnI/AAAAAAAABdw/ey4Uz-G2KoU/s1600/IMG_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVIxNBdi7GY/TrpoleDwGnI/AAAAAAAABdw/ey4Uz-G2KoU/s320/IMG_2004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672961673559808626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, indagando tu nella vita, trovi che ciò che pensavi amore, amore non è, in te avviene un cambiamento di cose e pensi solo a quanto dolore ha infuso dentro di te la vita. Ma, accadendo le cose, accadono per un solo motivo: avere, avere, avere autocoscienza che Dio è là dentro di voi, di te. A null'altro è sevito, solo a capire che Dio è autore e fattore di tutte le cose e, insito in Lui, è solo Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cuando, al indagar en tu vida, ves que lo que creías amor, amor no es, en ti ocurre un cambio y solo piensas en cuánto dolor la vida ha infundido dentro de ti. Pero, al ocurrir, las cosas ocurren por un solo motivo: para tener, tener, tener la autoconciencia de que Dios está allí dentro de vosotros, dentro de ti. Para nada más ha servido, solo para comprender que Dios es autor y hacedor de todas las cosas e, ínsito en Él, hay solo Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-578607313612503292?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/578607313612503292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/578607313612503292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-indagandocuando-al-indagar.html' title='Quando, indagando....Cuando, al indagar...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zVIxNBdi7GY/TrpoleDwGnI/AAAAAAAABdw/ey4Uz-G2KoU/s72-c/IMG_2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5919540739628415832</id><published>2011-11-09T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:43:27.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amore comprende ....El Amor comprende...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OltNTP1mg2k/Trpkd0xhjTI/AAAAAAAABdk/QNI8lFqWaNU/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OltNTP1mg2k/Trpkd0xhjTI/AAAAAAAABdk/QNI8lFqWaNU/s320/IMG_2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672957144171908402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Amore comprende le cose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Dirige. È. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;E chi è amore è Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Questo è quello che importa: l'amore. Capire l'amore. È Amore: ti guida. L'Amore ti porta ogni giorno a ri-vedere la vita, il sole. L'Amore, là concepito nell'essere umano, ha fatto radice. È necessario dare all'essere umano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;la dimensione di Dio nelle cose create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Abbi tu fede. Abbi tu fede. Abbi tu fede. Io sono sempre, sempre, sempre, sempre, assolutamente sempre con te. Abbi la FEDE! LA FEDE. FEDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;El Amor comprende las cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;. Dirige. Es. Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;el que es amor, es Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; Esto es lo que importa: el amor. Comprender el amor. Es el Amor el que te guía. El Amor te lleva cada día a volver a ver la vida, el  sol. El Amor, concebido allí en el ser humano, ha echado raíces. Es necesario darle al ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; la dimensión de Dios en las cosas creadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;. Ten fe. Ten fe. Ten fe. Yo estoy siempre, siempre, siempre, siempre, absolutamente siempre contigo. ¡Ten Fe! LA FE. FE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5919540739628415832?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5919540739628415832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5919540739628415832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/amore-comprende-el-amor-comprende.html' title='Amore comprende ....El Amor comprende...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OltNTP1mg2k/Trpkd0xhjTI/AAAAAAAABdk/QNI8lFqWaNU/s72-c/IMG_2024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2566512808323483557</id><published>2011-11-07T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:29:31.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sii faro.... Sé un faro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44KMvULGKwQ/Trgef7FglII/AAAAAAAABdY/WKscjeUY16k/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44KMvULGKwQ/Trgef7FglII/AAAAAAAABdY/WKscjeUY16k/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672317264458716290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sii faro. Impulso dorato: sole. Impulso di Amore. Rivedi tutta la tua vita trascorsa colà nel tuo cuore. Dettato. Dettato imperioso di Amore. Su, prendi avvio. Cammina. Lavora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Come quando un vascello parte e va, lasciando la riva e affronta marosi, così tu andrai e Io sarò timoniere. Guidato, il timone non si spezzerà.  Sarà il Mio timone a guidarti. Sarà un vascello divino. Sarà, perche è. Vascello divino intessuto d'oro, volerà sopra i flutti, sarà il vascello portatore del Bene. Santo Graal, ognuno di voi lo saprà ammirare e sarà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sé un faro. Impulso dorado: sol. Impulso de Amor. Vuelve a ver toda la vida que ha transcurrido en tu corazón. Dictado. Dictado imperioso de Amor. Ánimo, toma el arranque. Camina. Trabaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Como cuando un barco zarpa y va, dejando la orilla, y afronta el oleaje,así irás tú y Yo seré el timonel. Guiado, el timón no se partirá. Será Mi timón el que te guiará. Será un barco divino. Será porque es. Barco divino entretejido de oro, volará sobre las olas, será el barco portador del Bien. Santo Grial, cada uno de vosotros sabrá admirarle y será. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2566512808323483557?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2566512808323483557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2566512808323483557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/sii-faro-se-un-faro.html' title='Sii faro.... Sé un faro...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44KMvULGKwQ/Trgef7FglII/AAAAAAAABdY/WKscjeUY16k/s72-c/IMG_1966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1287416001954797827</id><published>2011-11-06T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:16:26.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il tuo tempo...Tu tiempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsIKYyQkcrs/TrayddyuEkI/AAAAAAAABdA/HYaB1mLiKmo/s1600/IMGP5798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsIKYyQkcrs/TrayddyuEkI/AAAAAAAABdA/HYaB1mLiKmo/s320/IMGP5798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671917000003031618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Il tuo tempo: il Mio. Il tuo tempo è Mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tu tiempo: el Mío. Tu tiempo es Mío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VnPKVg_78AA/TraxSjYh_BI/AAAAAAAABc0/cwesfIKjRPk/s1600/IMGP5793.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1287416001954797827?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1287416001954797827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1287416001954797827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/il-tuo-tempotu-tiempo.html' title='Il tuo tempo...Tu tiempo...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jsIKYyQkcrs/TrayddyuEkI/AAAAAAAABdA/HYaB1mLiKmo/s72-c/IMGP5798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4025244616662539814</id><published>2011-11-06T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T08:04:38.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, nell'imperscrutabile...Cuando, en el inescrutable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lonjj5AcO2U/TratGNHo46I/AAAAAAAABco/mc8gUD6U-go/s1600/IMGP5568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lonjj5AcO2U/TratGNHo46I/AAAAAAAABco/mc8gUD6U-go/s320/IMGP5568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671911102832239522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, nell'imperscrutabile camminare del tempo rimane intatta solo una cosa, vedrai, è l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, nell'imperscrutabile andare del tempo solo una rimane una cosa, vedrai, è l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, nell'imperscrutabile, una, sola, intatta, rimane chiara, apparente, (che appare,  che si vede), una è la radice, una è la sorgente, una la fonte, una la Luce da cui essa deriva: l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E quando, nell'imperscrutabile appare scrutabile (visibile), una è la cosa, una: l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Cuando en el inescrutable caminar del tiempo queda intacta solo una cosa, verás, es el Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Cuando, en el inescrutable ir del tiempo, solo una queda una cosa, verás, es el Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Cuando, en lo inescrutable, una,  sola, intacta, permanece clara, aparente (que aparece, que se ve), una es la raíz, uno el manantial, una la fuente, una la Luz de la cual ella proviene: el Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Y cuando, en lo inescrutable, aparece escrutable (visible), una es la cosa, una: el Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4025244616662539814?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4025244616662539814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4025244616662539814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-nellimperscrutabilecuando-en-el.html' title='Quando, nell&apos;imperscrutabile...Cuando, en el inescrutable...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lonjj5AcO2U/TratGNHo46I/AAAAAAAABco/mc8gUD6U-go/s72-c/IMGP5568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3451016908911808457</id><published>2011-11-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:58:27.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando si usa...Cuando se usa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss-UF4FWRs4/TrAVYlwWKwI/AAAAAAAABcc/VctzkOM5Cxw/s1600/IMG_2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss-UF4FWRs4/TrAVYlwWKwI/AAAAAAAABcc/VctzkOM5Cxw/s320/IMG_2025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670055443055389442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando si usa l'amore, l'Amore svanisce. L'uomo è destinato a morire ma, avendo capito che Io, solo Io, è solo l'Io Universale e tu, e lui, e lei, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;tutto è Io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nell'infinito Io sono finito: Mi manifesto attraverso le forme: l'uomo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Cuando se utiliza el amor, el Amor desaparece. El hombre está destinado a morir, pero después de haber comprendido que Yo, solo Yo, es solo el Yo Universal y tú, y él, y ella, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;todo es Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;En el infinito Yo soy finito: Me manifiesto a través de las formas: el hombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3451016908911808457?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3451016908911808457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3451016908911808457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/quando-si-usacuando-se-usa.html' title='Quando si usa...Cuando se usa...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ss-UF4FWRs4/TrAVYlwWKwI/AAAAAAAABcc/VctzkOM5Cxw/s72-c/IMG_2025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6860409853597816316</id><published>2011-11-01T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:44:16.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non accettare....No aceptes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjwkUu4716Q/TrAStCrhigI/AAAAAAAABcQ/hQGJ1gzuXW4/s1600/IMG_2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjwkUu4716Q/TrAStCrhigI/AAAAAAAABcQ/hQGJ1gzuXW4/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670052495882291714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non accettare mai più il dolore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Io sono il tuo porto. Non hai altro porto all'infuori di Me. Io sono il tuo punto d'arrivo. Io sono la meta. Il porto. L'arrivo. A Me giungerai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io sono il tuo porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No aceptes nunca más el dolor&lt;/span&gt;. Yo soy tu puerto. No tienes otro puerto fuera de Mí. Yo soy tu punto de llegada. Yo soy la meta. El puerto. La llegada. Llegarás hasta Mí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo soy tu puerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6860409853597816316?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6860409853597816316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6860409853597816316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/non-accettareno-aceptes.html' title='Non accettare....No aceptes...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjwkUu4716Q/TrAStCrhigI/AAAAAAAABcQ/hQGJ1gzuXW4/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4976312976214115609</id><published>2011-11-01T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:34:14.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il male è....El mal es....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejz0YgU_7RE/TrAPtcJ-XnI/AAAAAAAABcE/Rdb9IiGnjYY/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejz0YgU_7RE/TrAPtcJ-XnI/AAAAAAAABcE/Rdb9IiGnjYY/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670049204186013298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Il male è l'assenza della coscienza del Bene. Qualunque cosa tu faccia, tu dica, è il Suo Bene quello che ti porta fino ad amare. Dà tutto l'Amore che è germogliato in te, e non permettere che si infittisca la nebbia che è dentro di te. Basta nebbia! È tempo di seminare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;El mal es la ausencia de la conciencia del Bien. Cualquier cosa que hagas, que digas, es Su Bien el que te lleva hasta amar. Da todo el Amor que ha germinado dentro de ti, y no permitas que se espese la niebla que hay dentro de ti. ¡Basta ya con la niebla! Es el momento de sembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4976312976214115609?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4976312976214115609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4976312976214115609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/11/il-male-eel-mal-es.html' title='Il male è....El mal es....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ejz0YgU_7RE/TrAPtcJ-XnI/AAAAAAAABcE/Rdb9IiGnjYY/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4547413545787084401</id><published>2011-10-30T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:26:04.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io ti aiuto....Yo te ayudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGxazSXTsGM/Tq2UqtXvfqI/AAAAAAAABb4/1vow-Ayl_pk/s1600/IMG_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGxazSXTsGM/Tq2UqtXvfqI/AAAAAAAABb4/1vow-Ayl_pk/s320/IMG_2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669350967383916194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Io ti aiuto e ti sono vicino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Io sono Colui che ti ha donato da anni l'Amore che è  solo incontenibile Amore. Non teme l'Amore chi ha solo Amore. L'Amore ti spinge a dubitare? No, l'Amore ti spinge a continuare, a perseverare. Io sono per te e Luce e Luce e Luce. Il corpo è ben povera cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yo te ayudo y estoy cerca de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;. Yo soy Aquel que desde hace muchos años te ha dado el Amor que es solo Amor incontenible. No teme el Amor el que tiene solo Amor. ¿El&lt;/span&gt; Amor te impulsa a dudar? No, el Amor te impulsa a seguir adelante, a perseverar. Yo soy para ti Luz y Luz y Luz. El cuerpo es muy poca cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4547413545787084401?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4547413545787084401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4547413545787084401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/io-ti-aiutoyo-te-ayudo.html' title='Io ti aiuto....Yo te ayudo...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DGxazSXTsGM/Tq2UqtXvfqI/AAAAAAAABb4/1vow-Ayl_pk/s72-c/IMG_2121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6645868678019168993</id><published>2011-10-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:11:51.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nell'infinito...En el infinito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgo-Mc662O0/Tq2SQCeCddI/AAAAAAAABbs/3IChJxKW3m8/s1600/IMG_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgo-Mc662O0/Tq2SQCeCddI/AAAAAAAABbs/3IChJxKW3m8/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669348310167746002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nell'infinito c'è posto per il dolore. Il dolore è il grande maestro che scolpisce nel cuore le vette più alte, più eccelse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;En el infinito hay sitio para el dolor. El dolor es el gran maestro que esculpe en el corazón las cumbres más altas, más excelsas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6645868678019168993?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6645868678019168993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6645868678019168993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/nellinfinitoen-el-infinito.html' title='Nell&apos;infinito...En el infinito...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgo-Mc662O0/Tq2SQCeCddI/AAAAAAAABbs/3IChJxKW3m8/s72-c/IMG_2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4242625385266033761</id><published>2011-10-25T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:42:23.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lascia cadere... Deja caer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SeL-mbqQ6I/TqauPG2gbyI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZaQwFxAXd-g/s1600/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SeL-mbqQ6I/TqauPG2gbyI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZaQwFxAXd-g/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667408755652849442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lascia cadere il tuo cuore nelle Sue mani amorose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Deja caer tu corazón en Sus manos amorosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4242625385266033761?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4242625385266033761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4242625385266033761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/lascia-cadere-deja-caer.html' title='Lascia cadere... Deja caer...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4SeL-mbqQ6I/TqauPG2gbyI/AAAAAAAABZE/ZaQwFxAXd-g/s72-c/IMG_1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8748587249303410523</id><published>2011-10-25T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T05:37:41.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>È inutile tergiversare..Es inútil tergiversar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyQnrMQgmM8/TqasFKjW8kI/AAAAAAAABY4/fnUNWeGPQZs/s1600/105_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyQnrMQgmM8/TqasFKjW8kI/AAAAAAAABY4/fnUNWeGPQZs/s320/105_0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667406385824330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;È inutile tergiversare il cammino e sopportare pesi molesti oltre ogni dire quando, nell'arco della tua vita, quello che conta è camminare. Va, cammina e ritorna con le mani piene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Es inútil tergiversar el camino y soportar pesos que son sobremanera molestos cuando, en el transcurso de tu vida, lo que cuenta es caminar. Ve, camina y vuelve con las manos llenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8748587249303410523?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8748587249303410523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8748587249303410523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-inutile-tergiversarees-inutil.html' title='È inutile tergiversare..Es inútil tergiversar...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CyQnrMQgmM8/TqasFKjW8kI/AAAAAAAABY4/fnUNWeGPQZs/s72-c/105_0595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8802475204305374577</id><published>2011-10-15T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:45:57.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amore consolida...El amor consolida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Am4DGqDee2Y/TpliuA2sYRI/AAAAAAAABYs/cTxkhTa3ug4/s1600/105_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Am4DGqDee2Y/TpliuA2sYRI/AAAAAAAABYs/cTxkhTa3ug4/s320/105_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663666549038014738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;L'amore consolida l'unione e sempre, sempre, l'unione è Dio. E quando, amando, tu ami in Me la bellezza, la saggezza, tu ami l'Essenza e, nelle persone, tu ami l'Essenza. L'Essenza è come una linea ininterrotta che unisce coloro che sono coscienti che esiste l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;El amor consolida la unión y siempre, siempre, la unión es Dios. Y cuando, amando, tú amas en Mí la belleza, la sabiduría, tú amas la Esencia y, en las personas, amas la Esencia. La Esencia es como una línea ininterrumpida que une a los que son conscientes de que el Amor existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8802475204305374577?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8802475204305374577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8802475204305374577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamore-consolidael-amor-consolida.html' title='L&apos;amore consolida...El amor consolida...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Am4DGqDee2Y/TpliuA2sYRI/AAAAAAAABYs/cTxkhTa3ug4/s72-c/105_0516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3057504192626429868</id><published>2011-10-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:36:33.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando discende...Cuado desciende.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnavBmv7nbE/TplhDN8oQ0I/AAAAAAAABYg/KVD58Ub7LpA/s1600/115_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnavBmv7nbE/TplhDN8oQ0I/AAAAAAAABYg/KVD58Ub7LpA/s320/115_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663664714306569026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando discende la sera e tu ti avvicini al riposo, tu pensi solo al riposo, ma Io penso a tutto ciò che l'indomani farai nella giornata a te destinata: amare, dare, donare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Cuando desciende la noche y tú te acerca al reposo, tú piensas solo en el reposo, Yo, en cambio,  pienso en todo lo que  harás al día siguiente en la jornada que te está destinada: amar, dar, donar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3057504192626429868?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3057504192626429868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3057504192626429868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-discendecuado-desciende.html' title='Quando discende...Cuado desciende.....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SnavBmv7nbE/TplhDN8oQ0I/AAAAAAAABYg/KVD58Ub7LpA/s72-c/115_1592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5971089273022092708</id><published>2011-10-15T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:28:22.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando si ama....Cuando amamos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oc0UICVHQP4/TpleRoNlh7I/AAAAAAAABYU/thjvfYwwYy0/s1600/IMGP3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oc0UICVHQP4/TpleRoNlh7I/AAAAAAAABYU/thjvfYwwYy0/s320/IMGP3664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663661663340300210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando si ama, è Dio che ama e, quando si ama, appare l'Essenza. Amare, è amare Dio in potenza, essenza, presenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando tu ami qualcuno e qualcuno ti ama, è corrispondenza? No, è Essenza, l'Essenza Presente che riconosce l'Essenza Presente. Per questo nel cuore dell'uomo è l'Essenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando amamos, es Dios quien ama y, cuando amamos, aparece la Esencia. Amar, es amar a Dios en potencia, esencia, presencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando tú amas alguien y alguien te ama, ¿es correspondencia? No, es Esencia, la Esencia Presente que reconoce a la Esencia Presente. Por eso,  en el corazón del ser humano está la Esencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5971089273022092708?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5971089273022092708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5971089273022092708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-si-amacuando-amamos.html' title='Quando si ama....Cuando amamos...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oc0UICVHQP4/TpleRoNlh7I/AAAAAAAABYU/thjvfYwwYy0/s72-c/IMGP3664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5808610744698518546</id><published>2011-10-11T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:48:58.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'amore umano ...El amor humano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-7uh8VR13E/TpRyvbLkbAI/AAAAAAAABYI/l7U_wiSPYnI/s1600/IMGP3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-7uh8VR13E/TpRyvbLkbAI/AAAAAAAABYI/l7U_wiSPYnI/s320/IMGP3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662276790587255810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;L'amore umano non è una gran cosa, ma è un approccio, è vita. E guarderai alla vita, non più con dolore, ma con gioia infinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;El amor humano no es una gran cosa, pero es un acercamiento, es vida. Y tú mirarás la vida, no ya con dolor, sino con una alegría infinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5808610744698518546?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5808610744698518546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5808610744698518546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamore-umano-el-amor-humano.html' title='L&apos;amore umano ...El amor humano...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I-7uh8VR13E/TpRyvbLkbAI/AAAAAAAABYI/l7U_wiSPYnI/s72-c/IMGP3702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-7360540817442527744</id><published>2011-10-11T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:41:55.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scalerai...Escalarás...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Epu7ryZmwx8/TpRxWsrk2CI/AAAAAAAABX8/oKHh-C5o_OY/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Epu7ryZmwx8/TpRxWsrk2CI/AAAAAAAABX8/oKHh-C5o_OY/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662275266276546594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Scalerai montagne di Amore e, rinnovata nel cuore, abiterai montagne di Luce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;scalarás montañas de Amor y, renovada en el corazón, habitarás montañas de Luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-7360540817442527744?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7360540817442527744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7360540817442527744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/scaleraiescalaras.html' title='Scalerai...Escalarás...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Epu7ryZmwx8/TpRxWsrk2CI/AAAAAAAABX8/oKHh-C5o_OY/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2531737864015003944</id><published>2011-10-11T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:35:35.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>È arrivato per te...Ha llegado para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA_XqwK-Ne4/TpRtkSdyq5I/AAAAAAAABXw/1muaNuN-qew/s1600/IMGP5437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA_XqwK-Ne4/TpRtkSdyq5I/AAAAAAAABXw/1muaNuN-qew/s320/IMGP5437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662271101711068050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;È arrivato finalmente il giorno per te del tuo Amore. Che cosa vuol dire? Vuol dire che dovunque, comunque, con chiunque, troverai Amore, nido a passioni scordate. Come campane tese  a  suonare per sempre, scoccano ore di gioia infinita attraverso le ore del tempo che incide di sé gradini di Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ha llegado por fin para ti el día de tu Amor. ¿Qué quiere decir? Quiere decir que en todas partes, de todas las maneras, con todos, encontrarás el Amor, nido para pasiones olvidadas. Como campanas que van a tocar para siempre, suenan horas de alegría infinita a través de las horas del tiempo que graba escalones de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2531737864015003944?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2531737864015003944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2531737864015003944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-arrivato-per-teha-llegado-para-ti.html' title='È arrivato per te...Ha llegado para ti...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gA_XqwK-Ne4/TpRtkSdyq5I/AAAAAAAABXw/1muaNuN-qew/s72-c/IMGP5437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-495145511452973097</id><published>2011-10-10T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:43:32.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vita...La vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVxSJlaS_FA/TpK9sWlQm3I/AAAAAAAABXo/bNIyoTXGhTk/s1600/IMGP5536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVxSJlaS_FA/TpK9sWlQm3I/AAAAAAAABXo/bNIyoTXGhTk/s320/IMGP5536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661796251231886194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La vita continua, sorride, esprime per te solo Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;La vida sigue, sonríe, y para ti expresa solo Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-495145511452973097?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/495145511452973097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/495145511452973097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-vitala-vida.html' title='La vita...La vida...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVxSJlaS_FA/TpK9sWlQm3I/AAAAAAAABXo/bNIyoTXGhTk/s72-c/IMGP5536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-821771714225776131</id><published>2011-10-10T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:37:17.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La tua realtà....Tu realidad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHOgp6ecNu8/TpK5PGl75QI/AAAAAAAABXg/vW-OYZhtJ4Q/s1600/Copia%2Bdi%2BIMGP5529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHOgp6ecNu8/TpK5PGl75QI/AAAAAAAABXg/vW-OYZhtJ4Q/s320/Copia%2Bdi%2BIMGP5529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661791350677038338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La tua realtà è una sola, è la realtà del Divino che si è impossessato di te nel tuo cuore e non lascia che trasparire il suo Amore. Tu chiedi prove costanti d'Amore, le hai: guardati intorno, è Amore quel sole che brilla lontano e vicino, fino al balcone della tua finestra; quell'acqua piovana, quel sole, che sono alimento alle piante e dal sole nasce la vita. La vita è la Mia venuta. Io vengo da te notte e giorno, e ti veglio e ti sono vicino e non ti abbandono se non quando ti senti abbandonata, ma Io non ti abbandono, mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tu realidad es una sola, es la realidad del Divino que se ha adueñado de ti en tu corazón y no deja traslucir más que su Amor. Tú pides pruebas constantes de Amor, las tienes: mira a tu alrededor, es Amor ese sol que brilla lejano y cercano hasta el balcón de tu ventana; esa lluvia, ese sol que son alimento para las plantas, y del sol nace la vida. La vida es Mi llegada. Yo voy donde tú estás, de noche y de día, y velo por ti, y estoy cerca de ti, y no te abandono más que cuando tú te sientes abandonada, pero Yo no te abandono, nunca te abandono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-821771714225776131?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/821771714225776131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/821771714225776131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-tua-realtatu-realidad.html' title='La tua realtà....Tu realidad...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHOgp6ecNu8/TpK5PGl75QI/AAAAAAAABXg/vW-OYZhtJ4Q/s72-c/Copia%2Bdi%2BIMGP5529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-416808751364203679</id><published>2011-10-10T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:19:03.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>È fondamentale....Es fundamental...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gLyahFIjIU/TpK27qA3g_I/AAAAAAAABXY/d7-4-kvXO_8/s1600/IMGP5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gLyahFIjIU/TpK27qA3g_I/AAAAAAAABXY/d7-4-kvXO_8/s320/IMGP5521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661788817564599282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;È fondamentale avere autocoscienza di Dio: in ogni momento della giornata è per te balsamo e sollievo, e l'Amore ti spinge a guardare le cose del mondo con rinnovata fiducia, malgrado le prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Es fundamental tener la autoconciencia de Dios: en cada momento del día es para ti bálsamo y consuelo, y el Amor te impulsa a mirar las cosas del mundo con renovada confianza a pesar de las pruebas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-416808751364203679?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/416808751364203679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/416808751364203679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/e-fondamentalees-fundamental.html' title='È fondamentale....Es fundamental...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3gLyahFIjIU/TpK27qA3g_I/AAAAAAAABXY/d7-4-kvXO_8/s72-c/IMGP5521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4359282201074928955</id><published>2011-10-07T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:12:46.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io ti ho creata....Yo te he creado....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUlssd3m3tc/To8Vm1qJCeI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mefupc1g7ug/s1600/IMGP5466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUlssd3m3tc/To8Vm1qJCeI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mefupc1g7ug/s320/IMGP5466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660767013611047394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io ti ho creata per alimentare nel cuore le fibre d'Amore che sono venute a darti nuova coscienza del male: a farti sapere che cosa è il male. Perdi quella paura che ancora ti incombe nel cuore, è nato l'Amore e, dove è Amore, non esiste dolore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Yo te he creado para alimentar en tu corazón las fibras del Amor que han venido para darte un nuevo conocimiento del mal: para hacerte saber qué es el mal. Pierde ese miedo que todavía incumbe en tu corazón, ha nacido el Amor y, donde hay Amor, no existe el dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4359282201074928955?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4359282201074928955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4359282201074928955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/io-ti-ho-creatayo-te-he-creado.html' title='Io ti ho creata....Yo te he creado....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zUlssd3m3tc/To8Vm1qJCeI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mefupc1g7ug/s72-c/IMGP5466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1354308466997885551</id><published>2011-10-07T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:03:48.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando ti muove l'amore....Cuando el amor te mueve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ3unGl1gGs/To8UWbawyUI/AAAAAAAABXI/dVbjXptg13c/s1600/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ3unGl1gGs/To8UWbawyUI/AAAAAAAABXI/dVbjXptg13c/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660765632177686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando ti muove l'amore, Amore risponde. E quando ti muove, ti muove, e Io ti rispondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Cuando el amor te mueve, el Amor responde. Y, cuando te mueve, te mueve, y Yo te contesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1354308466997885551?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1354308466997885551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1354308466997885551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/quando-ti-muove-lamorecuando-el-amor-te.html' title='Quando ti muove l&apos;amore....Cuando el amor te mueve...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJ3unGl1gGs/To8UWbawyUI/AAAAAAAABXI/dVbjXptg13c/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-9093340652940547751</id><published>2011-10-07T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:58:40.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come donarti...? ¿Cómo puedo darte...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieIqp7DZDA8/To8S9TXrw_I/AAAAAAAABXA/h5JFBdZS88Q/s1600/autunno%2B2005-san%2Bmartino-passo%2Brolle%252C%2Ble%2Bvale%252Cvilla%2Bwelperg%252C%2Bpas%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieIqp7DZDA8/To8S9TXrw_I/AAAAAAAABXA/h5JFBdZS88Q/s320/autunno%2B2005-san%2Bmartino-passo%2Brolle%252C%2Ble%2Bvale%252Cvilla%2Bwelperg%252C%2Bpas%2B037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660764101008933874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Come donarti ancora più Luce? Semplicemente, con l'essere Luce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;¿Cómo puedo darte aún más Luz? Siendo, simplemente,  la Luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-9093340652940547751?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/9093340652940547751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/9093340652940547751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/come-donarti-como-puedo-darte.html' title='Come donarti...? ¿Cómo puedo darte...?'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ieIqp7DZDA8/To8S9TXrw_I/AAAAAAAABXA/h5JFBdZS88Q/s72-c/autunno%2B2005-san%2Bmartino-passo%2Brolle%252C%2Ble%2Bvale%252Cvilla%2Bwelperg%252C%2Bpas%2B037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6558193531859591807</id><published>2011-10-02T01:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:55:21.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immacolato...Inmaculado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrnkj5R3i9s/TogeXeWrGeI/AAAAAAAABW4/zTBn1hOulmc/s1600/116_1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrnkj5R3i9s/TogeXeWrGeI/AAAAAAAABW4/zTBn1hOulmc/s320/116_1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658806320425015778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Immacolato, inimmaginabile, austero, tuo e Signore, il Signore scende su tutte le cose e le inonda di sé come afflato. Inimmaginabile, austero, tuo, severo, il Signore discende e si china su ogni creatura a cercare nel cuore la fiamma di Amore che Lui ha lasciato nel cuore e, solo nel cuore, ridonda ogni suo Amore. Dovunque è il Signore, lì è solo Amore. Io ti prego e comando di asservire il tuo cuore solo all'Amore, perché è presenza solo di Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Va dove risiede il Signore e non pensare se è, se non è. Colui che è, è solo il Signore. Là, nel cuore dell'uomo esiste una fiamma, ma l'uomo non la conosce e crede che quella fiamma sia l'ardore per le cose: l'avidità, la cupidigia. L'orrore, venuto a castigare, ha ritrovato nel cuore solo l'Amore e Amore ti stampa nel cuore solo l'Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Inmaculado, inimaginable, austero, tuyo y Señor, el Señor desciende sobre todas las cosas y las  inunda con su aliento. Inimaginable, austero, tuyo, severo, el Señor desciende y si inclina sobre cada criatura buscando la llama del Amor que Él ha dejado en el corazón y, solo en el corazón, redunda cada manifestación de su Amor. Dondequiera que esté el Señor, allí hay solo Amor. Yo te lo ruego y te ordeno que pongas tu corazón solo al servicio del Amor, porque es Mi presencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ve donde reside el Señor y no pienses si es, si no es. Aquel que es, es solo el Señor. En el corazón del hombre existe una llama, pero el hombre no la conoce y cree que esa llama es el ardor por las cosas: la avidez, la codicia. El horror, que ha venido para castigar, ha vuelto a encontrar en el corazón solo el Amor, y el Amor imprime en tu corazón solo el Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6558193531859591807?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6558193531859591807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6558193531859591807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/10/immacolatoinmaculado.html' title='Immacolato...Inmaculado...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrnkj5R3i9s/TogeXeWrGeI/AAAAAAAABW4/zTBn1hOulmc/s72-c/116_1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3860490309196405441</id><published>2011-09-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:09:47.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io.Io.Io.Io....Yo.Yo.Yo.Yo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf0D-i7xZfQ/ToIsJmiTrwI/AAAAAAAABWw/v9bDK_i0O_s/s1600/P1000333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf0D-i7xZfQ/ToIsJmiTrwI/AAAAAAAABWw/v9bDK_i0O_s/s320/P1000333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132625405652738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io.Io.Io.Io, all'infinito. Ripeti: Io sono Colui che sono, non avrai altro Dio all'infuori di Me. Ripeti: Io.Io.Io. E l'Io ritorna. Riappare. Io, su tutta la Terra: Io.Io.Io.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yo.Yo.Yo.Yo, hasta el infinito. Repite: Yo soy Aquel que soy, no tendrás a otro Dios más que a Mí. Repite:Yo.Yo.Yo. Y el Yo regresa. Vuelve a aparecer. Yo, sobre toda la Tierra: Yo.Yo.Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3860490309196405441?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3860490309196405441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3860490309196405441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/ioioioioyoyoyoyo.html' title='Io.Io.Io.Io....Yo.Yo.Yo.Yo....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gf0D-i7xZfQ/ToIsJmiTrwI/AAAAAAAABWw/v9bDK_i0O_s/s72-c/P1000333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2320781793439245607</id><published>2011-09-22T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:44:10.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolore ti prende....?  ¿El dolor te embarga...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOIE69yWMe8/TnsjtI3kTEI/AAAAAAAABWo/EbJlIrUeukU/s1600/11B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOIE69yWMe8/TnsjtI3kTEI/AAAAAAAABWo/EbJlIrUeukU/s320/11B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655153015475424322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dolore ti prende? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nel sole scompare la neve più persistente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Nel sole è la saggezza divina, nel sole risiede l'Amore. Nel sole terrestre? Nel sole che, astrale chiamato, risveglia nei cuori l'ardore per le creature e non permette il disgelo se non quando, a disgelo avvenuto, Io giungo e lo inondo, inondo il tuo cuore di Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;¿Te embarga el dolor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;En el sol desaparece la nieve más persistente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. En el sol está la sabiduría divina, en el sol reside el Amor. ¿En el sol terrestre? No, en el sol que es llamado astral y despierta en los corazones el ardor por las criaturas, y no permite el deshielo más que cuando, una vez que el deshielo ya está hecho, Yo llego y lo inundo, inundo tu corazón de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2320781793439245607?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2320781793439245607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2320781793439245607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/dolore-ti-prende-el-dolor-te-embarga.html' title='Dolore ti prende....?  ¿El dolor te embarga...?'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mOIE69yWMe8/TnsjtI3kTEI/AAAAAAAABWo/EbJlIrUeukU/s72-c/11B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6633349010610039720</id><published>2011-09-21T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T04:16:31.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presta, la mano... Rápida, la mano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASz3cLZfhWY/TnnGcee-jaI/AAAAAAAABWg/MGfCQexA5HE/s1600/7A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASz3cLZfhWY/TnnGcee-jaI/AAAAAAAABWg/MGfCQexA5HE/s320/7A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654768999661997474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Presta, la mano di Dio ti trasporta là dove risiede il Signore, e non si affligga il tuo cuore se hai donato tanto amore, perché amore ritorna sotto le forme più strane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Rápida, la mano de Dios te lleva allá donde reside el Señor. Que no se aflija tu corazón si has dado tanto amor, porque el amor vuelve bajo las formas más raras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6633349010610039720?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6633349010610039720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6633349010610039720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/presta-la-mano-rapida-la-mano.html' title='Presta, la mano... Rápida, la mano...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ASz3cLZfhWY/TnnGcee-jaI/AAAAAAAABWg/MGfCQexA5HE/s72-c/7A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8320123678609331543</id><published>2011-09-21T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T04:07:26.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Il male.. El mal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwtTaU0bw1Q/TnnEXd0g3RI/AAAAAAAABWY/2IG2q6FOVZc/s1600/1C.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwtTaU0bw1Q/TnnEXd0g3RI/AAAAAAAABWY/2IG2q6FOVZc/s320/1C.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654766714561289490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Il male offusca le menti, non porta la Luce. Il male che, misconosciuto, non ha e non sa, è misconoscenza assoluta e Io donerò al Mio uomo la conoscenza assoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;El mal ofusca las mentes, no trae la Luz. El mal que, desconocido, no tiene y no sabe, es el desconocimiento absoluto, y Yo le daré a Mi hombre el conocimiento absoluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8320123678609331543?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8320123678609331543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8320123678609331543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-male-el-mal.html' title='Il male.. El mal...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwtTaU0bw1Q/TnnEXd0g3RI/AAAAAAAABWY/2IG2q6FOVZc/s72-c/1C.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5216998113769967761</id><published>2011-09-21T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T04:01:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Godrai...Disfrutarás....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glPa9uedjko/TnnCjnoyRWI/AAAAAAAABWQ/CUtWTH0Xkeg/s1600/31C.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glPa9uedjko/TnnCjnoyRWI/AAAAAAAABWQ/CUtWTH0Xkeg/s320/31C.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654764724331627874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Godrai nel vedere cresciuta, nell'erba cicuta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;l'erba d'Amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; che, alimentata, darà solo Amore. È Dio che dentro di te lavora, è Lui. A te non rimane che avere fiducia. Fiducia nel Bene  supremo che è Dio, tua vedetta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Disfrutarás al ver crecida, en la hierba cicuta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;la hierba del Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; que, al ser alimentada, dará solo Amor. Es Dios el que trabaja dentro de ti, es Él. A ti no te queda más que tener fe. Fe en el Bien supremo que es Dios, tu atalaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5216998113769967761?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5216998113769967761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5216998113769967761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/godraidisfrutaras.html' title='Godrai...Disfrutarás....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glPa9uedjko/TnnCjnoyRWI/AAAAAAAABWQ/CUtWTH0Xkeg/s72-c/31C.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4352677926621180285</id><published>2011-09-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:45:26.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assaporare la vita ...Saborear la vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mHXgzsHRWU/Tnm0gmL9OGI/AAAAAAAABWI/AsGAS3sGdlQ/s1600/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mHXgzsHRWU/Tnm0gmL9OGI/AAAAAAAABWI/AsGAS3sGdlQ/s320/P1000345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654749279239878754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assaporare la vita vuol dire assaporare nel mare di Luce e del Bene, quel Bene infinito che ti ha portato a santificare nel cuore il dolore e l'amore. Dolore e amore, in te frammischiati, han dato luogo a un grande languore: l'abbandono in Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Saborear la vida, quiere decir saborear en el mar de Luz y del Bien, ese Bien infinito que te ha llevado a santificar en el corazón el dolor y el amor. Dolor y amor,  entremezclados en ti, han dado lugar a una gran languidez: el abandono en Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4352677926621180285?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4352677926621180285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4352677926621180285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/assaporare-la-vita-saborear-la-vida.html' title='Assaporare la vita ...Saborear la vida....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9mHXgzsHRWU/Tnm0gmL9OGI/AAAAAAAABWI/AsGAS3sGdlQ/s72-c/P1000345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4389047288470120996</id><published>2011-09-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:50:08.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le messi.....La mies es...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdbx9w3ZiU4/TnjzwOi7K-I/AAAAAAAABWA/5-mQBMr6jFE/s1600/134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdbx9w3ZiU4/TnjzwOi7K-I/AAAAAAAABWA/5-mQBMr6jFE/s320/134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654537342027508706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Le messi sono sparute e cercano, come un arcano, il Bene, come se fosse lontano e non sanno che è nel cuore. Nel cuore giace l'Amore e Amore inonda il tuo cuore, o uomo lì sulla Terra, quando tu ami col cuore. Nel cuore risiede la fiamma divina che è sole, calore, vita, vittoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;La mies está sin fuerza y busca el Bien como un arcano, como si el Bien estuviera lejos y no sabe que el Bien está en el corazón. En el corazón está el Amor y el Amor inunda tu corazón, hombre ahí en la Tierra, cuando tú amas con el corazón. En el corazón está la llama que es sol, calor, vida, victoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4389047288470120996?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4389047288470120996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4389047288470120996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-messila-mies-es.html' title='Le messi.....La mies es...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdbx9w3ZiU4/TnjzwOi7K-I/AAAAAAAABWA/5-mQBMr6jFE/s72-c/134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5799683568345397007</id><published>2011-09-18T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:25:46.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutto è...Todo está...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wg1STBh2Q/TnXwz3EyfII/AAAAAAAABV4/YuAssKO8v2M/s1600/214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wg1STBh2Q/TnXwz3EyfII/AAAAAAAABV4/YuAssKO8v2M/s320/214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653689680981556354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tutto è nelle Mie mani sorgive da cui scaturisce ogni bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Todo está en Mis manos, que son como manantiales, y de ellas brota todo  bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5799683568345397007?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5799683568345397007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5799683568345397007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/tutto-etodo-esta.html' title='Tutto è...Todo está...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f3wg1STBh2Q/TnXwz3EyfII/AAAAAAAABV4/YuAssKO8v2M/s72-c/214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-800420431411007094</id><published>2011-09-18T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:20:49.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come quando....Como cuando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bOUyUxXOxU/TnXvvtsVH1I/AAAAAAAABVw/-n-oy1ZmIOA/s1600/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bOUyUxXOxU/TnXvvtsVH1I/AAAAAAAABVw/-n-oy1ZmIOA/s320/67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653688510231945042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Come quando, caduta la neve, tutto è avvolto in un sentore di pace, Io ti darò solo pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Como cuando ha caído la nieve y todo está envuelto en una sensación de paz, Yo te daré solo la paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-800420431411007094?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/800420431411007094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/800420431411007094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/come-quandocomo-cuando.html' title='Come quando....Como cuando....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1bOUyUxXOxU/TnXvvtsVH1I/AAAAAAAABVw/-n-oy1ZmIOA/s72-c/67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-7093981162262304564</id><published>2011-09-18T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:16:31.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io ti ho capito...Yo te he comprendido....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzjS0vHsRL0/TnXt7hpgRBI/AAAAAAAABVo/uQp4fgomAV0/s1600/P1000344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzjS0vHsRL0/TnXt7hpgRBI/AAAAAAAABVo/uQp4fgomAV0/s320/P1000344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653686514134041618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io ti ho capito, Io ti capisco, capiscimi tu: Io sono il Signore. E come capire il Signore, se non amando, amando, amando a non finire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yo te he comprendido, Yo te comprendo, compréndeme tú: Yo soy el Señor. Y, ¿cómo comprender al Señor, sino amando, amando, amando hasta nunca acabar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-7093981162262304564?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7093981162262304564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7093981162262304564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-ti-ho-capitoyo-te-he-comprendido.html' title='Io ti ho capito...Yo te he comprendido....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzjS0vHsRL0/TnXt7hpgRBI/AAAAAAAABVo/uQp4fgomAV0/s72-c/P1000344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1553549294756254865</id><published>2011-09-18T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T06:04:32.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disegnare....Dibujar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBo8MrZzNPA/TnXr-e79yHI/AAAAAAAABVY/gvPPy8QrH84/s1600/P1000343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBo8MrZzNPA/TnXr-e79yHI/AAAAAAAABVY/gvPPy8QrH84/s320/P1000343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653684365922519154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Disegnare un nuovo destino: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;destino di Amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Dibujar un nuevo destino: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;destino de Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1553549294756254865?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1553549294756254865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1553549294756254865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/disegnaredibujar.html' title='Disegnare....Dibujar...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBo8MrZzNPA/TnXr-e79yHI/AAAAAAAABVY/gvPPy8QrH84/s72-c/P1000343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6561625455820326102</id><published>2011-09-09T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T08:33:48.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io sono il tuo maestro...Yo soy el maestro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4aNGy2NsVg/TmoYSyMDifI/AAAAAAAABVQ/c5OWAvUtr40/s1600/IMGP3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4aNGy2NsVg/TmoYSyMDifI/AAAAAAAABVQ/c5OWAvUtr40/s320/IMGP3690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650355393478756850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io sono il tuo maestro di vita e ti dono la Vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Io ti dono la Vita, vuol dire: Io dono la vita eterna: l'autocoscienza infinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Chi crede, non muore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Che cosa vuol dire? Vuol dire: chi crede, vive eternamente il Signore. Lo vive in essenza, presenza, onnipotenza. Non muore, vuol dire: rinascere in Dio, per Dio, dentro Dio. Non muore vuol dire: avere tale autocoscienza che non esiste rapporto che sia misconoscenza della Sua presenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Yo soy tu maestro de vida y te doy la Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; Yo te doy la Vida, quiere decir: Yo te doy la vida eterna: la autoconciencia infinita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;El que cree, no muere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;. ¿Qué quiere decir? Quiere decir: el que cree, vive eternamente al Señor. Le vive en esencia, presencia, omnipotencia. No muere, quiere decir: renacer en Dios, por Dios, dentro de Dios. No muere, quiere decir: tener tal autoconciencia que no existe ninguna relación que sea desconocimiento de Su presencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6561625455820326102?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6561625455820326102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6561625455820326102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-sono-il-tuo-maestroyo-soy-el-maestro.html' title='Io sono il tuo maestro...Yo soy el maestro...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4aNGy2NsVg/TmoYSyMDifI/AAAAAAAABVQ/c5OWAvUtr40/s72-c/IMGP3690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2713462316333921160</id><published>2011-09-09T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T05:40:30.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando si avvicina....Cuando se acerca....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yDr53gDPf4/TmoIE2chXZI/AAAAAAAABVI/SJCWwusWPac/s1600/cd%2B1%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yDr53gDPf4/TmoIE2chXZI/AAAAAAAABVI/SJCWwusWPac/s320/cd%2B1%2B033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650337561917349266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando si avvicina l'ora funesta di ripartire, lasciando qua tutte le cose che hai amato e che vedi sparire, Io ti ricordo che tutte le cose sono state create per ospitare Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cuando se acerca la hora funesta de volver a marcharte dejando aquí todas las cosas que has amado y ves cómo d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;esaparecen, Yo te recuerdo que todas las cosas han sido creadas para albergar a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2713462316333921160?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2713462316333921160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2713462316333921160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-si-avvicinacuando-se-acerca.html' title='Quando si avvicina....Cuando se acerca....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yDr53gDPf4/TmoIE2chXZI/AAAAAAAABVI/SJCWwusWPac/s72-c/cd%2B1%2B033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-711859097105851753</id><published>2011-09-07T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T03:06:03.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io sono l'Amore....Yo soy el Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U07Br53EAc/TmdA4JQyAPI/AAAAAAAABVA/87vbTC1_i_E/s1600/falasorni%2B07%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U07Br53EAc/TmdA4JQyAPI/AAAAAAAABVA/87vbTC1_i_E/s320/falasorni%2B07%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649555590862733554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io sono l'Amore giunto a donarti Amore e ben altre cose: tutte le cose  che da Me sono state create in un afflato potente di Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guardati intorno e prosegui la via, Io sono il faro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Yo soy el Amor que ha llegado para darte el Amor y otras cosas muy distintas: todas las cosas que han sido creadas por Mí en un poderoso soplo de Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Mira a tu alrededor y sigue el camino, Yo soy el faro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-711859097105851753?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/711859097105851753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/711859097105851753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-sono-lamoreyo-soy-el-amor.html' title='Io sono l&apos;Amore....Yo soy el Amor...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5U07Br53EAc/TmdA4JQyAPI/AAAAAAAABVA/87vbTC1_i_E/s72-c/falasorni%2B07%2B016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3262119572501938868</id><published>2011-09-07T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:54:58.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io sono il Signore....Yo soy el Señor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T97teOBkw0/Tmc9sPh-QjI/AAAAAAAABU4/wOcnXj4KzJo/s1600/albe%2Be%2Btramonti%2B06%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T97teOBkw0/Tmc9sPh-QjI/AAAAAAAABU4/wOcnXj4KzJo/s320/albe%2Be%2Btramonti%2B06%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649552087852139058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io sono il Signore e ti dono il sentore di Amore. Perché ti inondo di Amore? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perché, amando  dentro di te tutto l'Amore, Io amo anche dentro di te l'Amore in sé. Dove è amore, lì è Amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dove amore non è, Amore non è.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Yo soy el Señor y te doy la percepción del Amor. ¿Por qué te inundo de Amor ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Porque, amando dentro de ti todo el Amor, Yo amo incluso dentro de ti al Amor en sí. Donde hay amor, es Amor. Donde no hay amor, Amor no es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3262119572501938868?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3262119572501938868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3262119572501938868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-sono-il-signoreyo-soy-el-senor.html' title='Io sono il Signore....Yo soy el Señor...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_T97teOBkw0/Tmc9sPh-QjI/AAAAAAAABU4/wOcnXj4KzJo/s72-c/albe%2Be%2Btramonti%2B06%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4866500478679258813</id><published>2011-09-07T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:45:11.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io non ti do ...Yo no te doy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rO40SnGEZWw/Tmc6WwJa6GI/AAAAAAAABUw/aSC_44d75d4/s1600/cd%2B1%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rO40SnGEZWw/Tmc6WwJa6GI/AAAAAAAABUw/aSC_44d75d4/s320/cd%2B1%2B035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649548420115523682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io non ti do a sapere le cose lì della Terra, se non perché tu ingrandisca e divenga una sola con Me. Io ho un desiderio su te: amarti e donarti qualunque cosa sia buona per te e allontanarti dal male inconscio di chi non ha saputo capire. Non lasciare che mai tramonti dentro di te il tuo amatissimo cuore: non perdere mai l'autocoscienza, mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yo no te doy el conocimiento de las cosas de la Tierra, más que para que tú te engrandezcas y llegues a ser una sola conmigo. Yo tengo un deseo para ti: amarte, darte todo lo que es bueno para ti y alejarte del mal inconsciente de los que no han sabido comprender. No dejes que nunca se acabe tu amadísimo corazón: nunca pierdas la autoconciencia, nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4866500478679258813?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4866500478679258813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4866500478679258813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-non-ti-do-yo-no-te-doy.html' title='Io non ti do ...Yo no te doy...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rO40SnGEZWw/Tmc6WwJa6GI/AAAAAAAABUw/aSC_44d75d4/s72-c/cd%2B1%2B035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-7981696012466131913</id><published>2011-09-07T02:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:24:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non è ancora....Todavía no ha....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MljYAvdvHM/Tmc1qPjY7HI/AAAAAAAABUo/tSpYJ2C_4iw/s1600/albe%2Be%2Btramonti%2B06%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MljYAvdvHM/Tmc1qPjY7HI/AAAAAAAABUo/tSpYJ2C_4iw/s320/albe%2Be%2Btramonti%2B06%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649543257405320306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non è ancora esistito, né esiste amore come l'Amore divino che discende su di te e ti apporta nuova, nuovissima gioia, anche quando a te pare che Io sia stato perduto lí nelle cose terrene. Non esiste Amore che sia superiore all'Amore di Dio. Io sono il tuo Dio e ti raccomando una cosa: amare, malgrado la dura apparenza, tutto ciò che si muove, che è lì sulla Terra, e non avrai da rammaricarti mai più di essere nata, quand'anche a te potesse sembrare diversamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Todavía no ha existido ni existe un amor como el Amor divino que desciende sobre ti y te aporta una nueva, novísima alegría, aun cuando a ti te parece que Yo he sido extraviado allí en las cosas terrenales. No existe un amor que sea superior al Amor de Dios. Yo soy tu Dios y te recomiendo una cosa: amar, a pesar de la dura apariencia, todo lo que se mueve, todo lo que existe allí en la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tierra, y ya no tendrás que dolerte por haber nacido, aun cuando tú pudieras pensar otra cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-7981696012466131913?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7981696012466131913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7981696012466131913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/non-e-ancoratodavia-no-ha.html' title='Non è ancora....Todavía no ha....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MljYAvdvHM/Tmc1qPjY7HI/AAAAAAAABUo/tSpYJ2C_4iw/s72-c/albe%2Be%2Btramonti%2B06%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4928859810882316458</id><published>2011-09-07T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:11:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io ti prometto....Yo te prometo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Ts6Svxf-Q/Tmcy7wPwylI/AAAAAAAABUg/IyNOH7IvapE/s1600/agosto%2B07%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Ts6Svxf-Q/Tmcy7wPwylI/AAAAAAAABUg/IyNOH7IvapE/s320/agosto%2B07%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649540259704261202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io ti prometto una cosa, una sola: che la pace e l'Amore di Dio non mancheranno nella tua vita, e Io sarò portatore di gioia per te. Solo di gioia. Io sono il Signore e, come Signore, ti dono tutte le cose create, affinché tu le veda e tu sappia capire che Io ti ho donato ben altra cosa che l'Amore di Dio, ti ho donato la visione interna di cose umane che sono state create e non hanno riscontro là sulla Terra: la creazione è divina, non umana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Yo te prometo una cosa, una sola: que la paz y el Amor de Dios no faltarán en tu vida, y Yo seré portador de alegría para ti. Solo de alegría. Yo soy el Señor y, como Señor, te doy todas las cosas creadas para que tú las veas y sepas comprender que Yo te he dado otra cosa muy distinta del Amor de Dios, te he dado la visión interna de cosas humanas que han sido creadas y no tienen comparación allá en la Tierra: la creación es divina, no humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4928859810882316458?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4928859810882316458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4928859810882316458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-ti-promettoyo-te-prometo.html' title='Io ti prometto....Yo te prometo....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-18Ts6Svxf-Q/Tmcy7wPwylI/AAAAAAAABUg/IyNOH7IvapE/s72-c/agosto%2B07%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-365175657461434396</id><published>2011-09-07T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:58:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io non so dirti....Yo no sé decirte....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jPtsUwEI_g/TmcwXNvBNpI/AAAAAAAABUY/idQTzffnabE/s1600/cd%2B1%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jPtsUwEI_g/TmcwXNvBNpI/AAAAAAAABUY/idQTzffnabE/s320/cd%2B1%2B049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649537432941573778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io non ti so dire quanto dolore umano vedrai ancora qui sulla Terra senza che tu Mi riveda in ogni più piccola sfera: ogni essere umano, ogni cosa è una sfera: cellula creata da Dio. Ogni sfera apparirà come nuova e splenderà. Io ti domando solo una cosa: avere autocoscienza. Solo, sempre, in ogni momento, ogni dove, ogni quando, con chiunque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yo no sé decirte cuánto dolor humano verás todavía aquí en la Tierra sin que tú Me vuelvas a ver en cada esfera, hasta en la más pequeña: cada ser humano, cada cosa es una esfera: célula creada por Dios. Cada esfera aparecerá como  nueva y resplandecerá. Yo te pido solo una cosa: que tengas autoconciencia. Solo, siempre, en cada momento, en cada lugar, en cada tiempo, con todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-365175657461434396?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/365175657461434396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/365175657461434396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-non-so-dirtiyo-no-se-decirte.html' title='Io non so dirti....Yo no sé decirte....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0jPtsUwEI_g/TmcwXNvBNpI/AAAAAAAABUY/idQTzffnabE/s72-c/cd%2B1%2B049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5957217442719526565</id><published>2011-09-05T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:51:12.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimentica tutte le cose....Olvida todas las cosas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60TF3R4t3N0/TmTgTxcEPRI/AAAAAAAABUQ/5iG5JrLMoU4/s1600/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2Bbis%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60TF3R4t3N0/TmTgTxcEPRI/AAAAAAAABUQ/5iG5JrLMoU4/s320/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2Bbis%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648886462922636562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dimetica tutte le cose che sono state create dal male: dalla non autocoscienza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dimentica il male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Olvida todas las cosas que han sido creadas por el mal: por la falta de autoconciencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Olvida el mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5957217442719526565?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5957217442719526565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5957217442719526565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/dimentica-tutte-le-coseolvida-todas-las.html' title='Dimentica tutte le cose....Olvida todas las cosas...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-60TF3R4t3N0/TmTgTxcEPRI/AAAAAAAABUQ/5iG5JrLMoU4/s72-c/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2Bbis%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-7448640322583888003</id><published>2011-09-05T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:42:29.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io devo farti...Yo tengo que hacerte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiYtVzzFyzE/TmTess5_FFI/AAAAAAAABUI/nG-cr8Ccsdc/s1600/cd%2B1%2B048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiYtVzzFyzE/TmTess5_FFI/AAAAAAAABUI/nG-cr8Ccsdc/s320/cd%2B1%2B048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648884692179424338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io devo farti una promessa, una solenne promessa: donarti ogni giorno, ogni notte, la pace che Dio solo può dare. La pace che ascende e ascende e, se sale, raggiunge appieno Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yo tengo que hacerte una promesa, una solemne promesa: darte cada día, cada noche, la paz que Dios solo puede dar. La paz que asciende y asciende y, si sube, alcanza completamente a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-7448640322583888003?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7448640322583888003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/7448640322583888003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/io-devo-fartiyo-tengo-que-hacerte.html' title='Io devo farti...Yo tengo que hacerte...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QiYtVzzFyzE/TmTess5_FFI/AAAAAAAABUI/nG-cr8Ccsdc/s72-c/cd%2B1%2B048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1716670319523558330</id><published>2011-09-02T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:54:29.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, all'alba....Cuando, al alba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvvAWfcAJAI/TmClShUh5CI/AAAAAAAABUA/mHZurq6XmCE/s1600/IMGP4224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvvAWfcAJAI/TmClShUh5CI/AAAAAAAABUA/mHZurq6XmCE/s320/IMGP4224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647695670323307554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando, all'alba del nuovo, nuovissimo giorno, Io ti apparirò rivestito di Luce come se fosse l'aurora che, chiamata boreale, splendesse di sera e tu, rattrappita, ascoltassi il Mio suono arrivare là fino a te, Io ti direi: "Non è ancora giunto il momento di partire, perché attende lontano, lontano, lontano, arcano, un nuovo cammino fatto solo di Luce. La Luce che tu hai dentro di te, naturalmente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuando, al alba del nuevo, novísimo día, Yo te apareceré revestido de Luz como si fuera la aurora que, llamada boreal, resplandeciese por la tarde y tú, encogida, escucharas Mi sonido llegar hasta ti, Yo te diría: "No ha llegado todavía el momento de marcharte, porque lejos, lejos, lejos, arcano, espera un camino nuevo hecho solo de Luz. La Luz que tú tienes dentro de ti, naturalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1716670319523558330?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1716670319523558330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1716670319523558330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-allalbacuando-al-alba.html' title='Quando, all&apos;alba....Cuando, al alba...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvvAWfcAJAI/TmClShUh5CI/AAAAAAAABUA/mHZurq6XmCE/s72-c/IMGP4224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8249265865172352960</id><published>2011-09-02T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:40:02.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbi tu la fede...Ten la fe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Fmq30pBx2I/TmCiviQ97JI/AAAAAAAABT4/2UnqL9OULS8/s1600/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Fmq30pBx2I/TmCiviQ97JI/AAAAAAAABT4/2UnqL9OULS8/s320/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2B050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647692870258125970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Abbi tu la fede che muove montagne e non scavalcare inutili fossi marini: non stare con persone che non conoscono se stesse e non hanno l'autocoscienza. Inutile andare seminando là la Parola se Dio non ti accompagna: è inutile fare le cose senza pensare a Dio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Ten la fe que mueve montañas y no salves inútiles fosos marinos, es decir: no estés con personas que no se conocen a ellas mismas y no tienen la autoconciencia. Es inútil ir sembrando la Palabra allá en la Tierra si Dios no te acompaña, es decir: es inútil hacer las cosas sin pensar en Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8249265865172352960?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8249265865172352960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8249265865172352960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/abbi-tu-la-fedeten-la-fe.html' title='Abbi tu la fede...Ten la fe...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Fmq30pBx2I/TmCiviQ97JI/AAAAAAAABT4/2UnqL9OULS8/s72-c/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2B050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5151407076133499195</id><published>2011-09-02T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:07:51.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alla ricerca.. .En la búsqueda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hip8MvkBGkg/TmCbY9QZrpI/AAAAAAAABTw/5yBGuzmBMCM/s1600/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2Bbis%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hip8MvkBGkg/TmCbY9QZrpI/AAAAAAAABTw/5yBGuzmBMCM/s320/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2Bbis%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647684785785122450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alla ricerca del bene non serve fuscello: allontana da te le persone che percorrono inconsce la via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;En la búsqueda del bien no sirve una arista: aleja de ti a las personas que recorren el camino de manera inconsciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5151407076133499195?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5151407076133499195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5151407076133499195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/alla-ricerca-en-la-busqueda.html' title='Alla ricerca.. .En la búsqueda...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hip8MvkBGkg/TmCbY9QZrpI/AAAAAAAABTw/5yBGuzmBMCM/s72-c/agosto%2B07%2Bbis%2Bbis%2B011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-8799796636556186570</id><published>2011-09-01T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T01:15:35.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non esiste favore....No existe favor más grande...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFRGdvGs18k/Tl85pnaybLI/AAAAAAAABTo/fPcP5zD0RmE/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFRGdvGs18k/Tl85pnaybLI/AAAAAAAABTo/fPcP5zD0RmE/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647295844864650418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non esiste favore più grande che avere Dio in autocoscienza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Autocoscienza. Non perderla mai. Abbi solo autocoscienza, vivi autocoscienza, sii autocoscienza e Io dissiperò ogni male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ogni male, che è? Assenza di Bene, assenza di autocoscienza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Assenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. E quando tu senti che Dio è dentro di te, dimmi, chi ti farà cadere? Non esiste potenza che ti possa dare, benché minimamente, autocoscienza, tu, solo tu. Aumentala, dirigila, guidala, siila. Risplendi ogni giorno nel Sole. Risplendi e non dubitare. Guarda: Io sono là.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;No existe favor más grande que tener a Dios en autoconciencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Autoconciencia. No la pierdas nunca. Ten solo la autoconciencia, vive la autoconciencia, sé autoconciencia y Yo disiparé todos los males.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Todos los males, ¿qué son? Son ausencia del Bien, ausencia de autoconciencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Y cuando tú sientes que Dios está dentro de ti, dime, ¿quién te hará caer? No existe ningún poder  que pueda darte, aunque sea en mínima parte, la autoconciencia, tú, solo tú. Auméntala, dirígela,  guíala, sé la autoconciencia. Resplandece cada día en el Sol. Resplandece y no dudes. Mira: Yo estoy allí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-8799796636556186570?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8799796636556186570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/8799796636556186570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/09/non-esiste-favoreno-existe-favor-mas.html' title='Non esiste favore....No existe favor más grande...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cFRGdvGs18k/Tl85pnaybLI/AAAAAAAABTo/fPcP5zD0RmE/s72-c/30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5154418917451174274</id><published>2011-08-31T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:49:04.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sii solo ....Sé solo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5JnioT3GiE/Tl5xnTt3R_I/AAAAAAAABTg/Bi3OfjTVbDw/s1600/82.jpg"&gt;u&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5JnioT3GiE/Tl5xnTt3R_I/AAAAAAAABTg/Bi3OfjTVbDw/s320/82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647075902890657778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sii solo l'Amore che tende le mani a congiungersi con le tue. L'Amore ti tende le mani, prendile e sii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sé solo el Amor que tiende sus manos para unirlas con las tuyas. El Amor te tiende sus manos, cógelas y sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5154418917451174274?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5154418917451174274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5154418917451174274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/sii-solo-se-solo.html' title='Sii solo ....Sé solo...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g5JnioT3GiE/Tl5xnTt3R_I/AAAAAAAABTg/Bi3OfjTVbDw/s72-c/82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-5782122092334697920</id><published>2011-08-31T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:36:22.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io ti ricordo... Yo te recuerdo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATjOt4f7bxw/Tl5wqRXvt_I/AAAAAAAABTY/bO6UKGa05vI/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATjOt4f7bxw/Tl5wqRXvt_I/AAAAAAAABTY/bO6UKGa05vI/s320/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647074854288996338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io ti ricordo, perché lo ricordi, che sei nata per santificare ogni cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Yo te recuerdo, para que tú lo recuerdes, que has nacido para santificar todas las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-5782122092334697920?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5782122092334697920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/5782122092334697920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/io-ti-ricordo-yo-te-recuerdo.html' title='Io ti ricordo... Yo te recuerdo.....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATjOt4f7bxw/Tl5wqRXvt_I/AAAAAAAABTY/bO6UKGa05vI/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-498661038246580163</id><published>2011-08-31T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:30:31.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai imboccato....Has emprendido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfDK1Vz1U_8/Tl5vFr25zfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/n8NRitOhEQ8/s1600/190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfDK1Vz1U_8/Tl5vFr25zfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/n8NRitOhEQ8/s320/190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647073126232215026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hai imboccato il cammino. Ora va. Ora va. Ora va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Has emprendido el camino. Ahora ve. Ahora ve. Ahora ve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-498661038246580163?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/498661038246580163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/498661038246580163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/hai-imboccatohas-emprendido.html' title='Hai imboccato....Has emprendido...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cfDK1Vz1U_8/Tl5vFr25zfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/n8NRitOhEQ8/s72-c/190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2516714691358003252</id><published>2011-08-31T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:24:12.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non è permesso...No está permitido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Yl1yQzoUI/Tl5qG-fknhI/AAAAAAAABTI/ylAFWi3Ojoo/s1600/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Yl1yQzoUI/Tl5qG-fknhI/AAAAAAAABTI/ylAFWi3Ojoo/s320/56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647067650856361490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non è permesso tergiversare il cammino a chi lo ha sentito dentro di sé come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;cammino.&lt;/span&gt; Molteplici vie, un solo cammino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;No está permitido tergiversar el camino a quien lo ha sentido dentro de él como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;. Múltiples son las vías, uno solo es el camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2516714691358003252?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2516714691358003252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2516714691358003252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/non-e-permessono-esta-permitido.html' title='Non è permesso...No está permitido...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Yl1yQzoUI/Tl5qG-fknhI/AAAAAAAABTI/ylAFWi3Ojoo/s72-c/56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-6824555648185729212</id><published>2011-08-31T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:04:47.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverbero della Luce... Reflejo de la Luz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wq00dTF5Q0/Tl5lSjAbA-I/AAAAAAAABTA/sizLiLem_Eg/s1600/85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wq00dTF5Q0/Tl5lSjAbA-I/AAAAAAAABTA/sizLiLem_Eg/s320/85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647062352078242786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Riverbero della Luce è ogni cosa che è fatta pensando a tutto ciò che, creato, ti ha dato il Signore. Non esiste, perché non esiste, malore più grande che avere misconoscenza potendo avere la conoscenza. La parola di Dio inonda come l'acqua marina fa nelle baie, negli anfratti marini, negli abissi. Io, autocosciente, risuono per te come se fossi campana battuta dal vento e i suoi rintocchi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Reflejo de la Luz,  son todas las cosas que Dios ha creado y te ha dado. No existe, porque no existe, dolor más grande que el de no tener el conocimiento cuando se le puede tener. La palabra de Dios inunda como hace el agua del mar que penetra en las bahías, en las anfractuosidades marinas, en los abismos. Yo, al ser autoconciente, resueno dentro de ti como si fuera una campana movida por el viento y fuera las campanadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-6824555648185729212?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6824555648185729212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/6824555648185729212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/riverbero-della-luce-reflejo-de-la-luz.html' title='Riverbero della Luce... Reflejo de la Luz...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9wq00dTF5Q0/Tl5lSjAbA-I/AAAAAAAABTA/sizLiLem_Eg/s72-c/85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3773276086617608557</id><published>2011-08-30T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:17:16.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abominevole...Abominable...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRJPW-idQRk/TlyanV_LFPI/AAAAAAAABS4/2Nttl3HS8PY/s1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRJPW-idQRk/TlyanV_LFPI/AAAAAAAABS4/2Nttl3HS8PY/s320/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646558033523447026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Abominevole oggetto del bene (della ricchezza), la cupidigia nel cuore dell'uomo ha donato solo amore per le cose. Io ti voglio donare l'Amore che non conosce frontiere ed è miracoloso nel cuore: trasforma le rocce in frontiere al di là delle quali non esiste rancore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nel tuo cuore l'ardore di dare mai più troverà  né pietra miliare  né ostacolo alcuno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Abominable objeto del bien (de las riquezas), la avidez en el corazón humano ha dado solo el amor por las cosas. Yo te quiero dar el Amor que no conoce fronteras y es milagroso en el corazón: transforma las rocas en fronteras más allá de las cuales no existe el rencor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;En tu corazón, el deseo ardiente de dar no encontrará nunca más ni piedra millar ni obstáculo alguno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3773276086617608557?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3773276086617608557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3773276086617608557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/abominevoleabominable.html' title='Abominevole...Abominable...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRJPW-idQRk/TlyanV_LFPI/AAAAAAAABS4/2Nttl3HS8PY/s72-c/42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-331411544164986365</id><published>2011-08-30T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:06:08.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io risuono....Yo resueno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfrh69NwbEc/TlyW8EKUrnI/AAAAAAAABSw/RuMR_Q5TI_4/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfrh69NwbEc/TlyW8EKUrnI/AAAAAAAABSw/RuMR_Q5TI_4/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646553991469117042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io risuono per te come se fosse musica, e nulla risplende là sulla Terra più di quanto risplenda la luna sui campi eterei e non cessa di portare a te nuovo animo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non ripensare al passato, vivi intensamente il presente e non pensare. Tu non pensare. Vivi e arguisci da te tutte le cose che sono state create. Io ti domando di avere la fede. La fede che muove montagne? La fede che ti dà solo fiducia nel bene, la fede che cede davanti al Signore e cade supina ai Suoi piedi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Yo resueno para ti como si fuera música, y nada resplandece allá en la Tierra más de lo que resplandece la luna sobre los campos etéreos, y no deja de llevarte nuevos ánimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;No vuelvas a pensar en el pasado, vive intensamente el presente y no pienses. Tú, no pienses. Vive y reconoce tú sola todas las cosas que han sido creadas. Yo te pido que tengas fe. ¿La fe que mueve montañas? La f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;e que te da solo confianza en el bien, la fe que cede ante el Señor y se cae supina ante Sus pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-331411544164986365?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/331411544164986365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/331411544164986365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/io-risuonoyo-resueno.html' title='Io risuono....Yo resueno...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfrh69NwbEc/TlyW8EKUrnI/AAAAAAAABSw/RuMR_Q5TI_4/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4699045656036677400</id><published>2011-08-30T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T00:51:49.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Più lontano...Cuanto más lejos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQneO1aagg/TlyWAMMv4bI/AAAAAAAABSo/GvocHqjf6dg/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQneO1aagg/TlyWAMMv4bI/AAAAAAAABSo/GvocHqjf6dg/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646552962834620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;iù lontano tu andrai, più Io sarò lì vicino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cuanto más lejos irás tú, más cerca estaré Yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4699045656036677400?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4699045656036677400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4699045656036677400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/piu-lontanocuanto-mas-lejos.html' title='Più lontano...Cuanto más lejos...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uzQneO1aagg/TlyWAMMv4bI/AAAAAAAABSo/GvocHqjf6dg/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3618444109530756494</id><published>2011-08-29T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:33:50.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarezza...Amargura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVy9E2tYA-Y/Tlt6_xitZkI/AAAAAAAABSg/JrjfuqKAipk/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVy9E2tYA-Y/Tlt6_xitZkI/AAAAAAAABSg/JrjfuqKAipk/s320/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646241793888314946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amarezza, la Terra è amarezza, amarezza di non aver riconosciuto nel suo grande maestro Gesú Nazzareno, il portatore di gioia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Amargura, la Tierra es amargura, amargura de no haber reconocido en su gran Maestro Jesús Nazareno, al portador de la alegría.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3618444109530756494?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3618444109530756494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3618444109530756494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/amarezzaamargura.html' title='Amarezza...Amargura...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVy9E2tYA-Y/Tlt6_xitZkI/AAAAAAAABSg/JrjfuqKAipk/s72-c/36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4823617507011416141</id><published>2011-08-29T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T04:40:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dolori...Los sufrimientos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXIQwMW5a3M/Tlt5gEKu-_I/AAAAAAAABSY/jfoiSKTMagk/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXIQwMW5a3M/Tlt5gEKu-_I/AAAAAAAABSY/jfoiSKTMagk/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646240149620587506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dolori li hai tralasciati nel vento e il vento li ha sepolti lontano, dove appassisce ogni cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Los sufrimientos los has abandonado en el viento y el viento los ha sepultado muy lejos, donde marchitan todas las cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4823617507011416141?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4823617507011416141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4823617507011416141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-dolorilos-sufrimientos.html' title='I dolori...Los sufrimientos...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXIQwMW5a3M/Tlt5gEKu-_I/AAAAAAAABSY/jfoiSKTMagk/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3467252862462261643</id><published>2011-08-26T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:05:17.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando ti affacciavi....Cuando te asomabas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMX2c1Y-IIc/TlfOVJtVT9I/AAAAAAAABSA/QYgpE1Mx4ww/s1600/IMGP4531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMX2c1Y-IIc/TlfOVJtVT9I/AAAAAAAABSA/QYgpE1Mx4ww/s320/IMGP4531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645207520710840274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Quando ti affacciavi alla vita, sorgeva in te il desiderio di diventare, malgrado l'apparenza, tutto ciò che diviene. Ciò che diviene è il Signore. Quando, assaporando la Presenza, tu chiedi solo la Presenza, Io sono Presenza. Divengo sola Presenza. E poi? Poi il passato si annulla. Rimane ben poca cosa. Ceneri sparse nel vento, parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ceneri sparse nel vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Questo è il passato. Parole, ricordi, passato: ceneri sparse nel vento. Vorrai tu continuare a cercare ceneri sparse nel vento o vorrai costruire una roccia? La roccia sei tu dentro di te. Non esiste altra roccia per te: te stessa dentro di te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cuando te asomabas a la vida, nacía en ti el deseo de llegar a ser todo lo que deviene, a pesar de las apariemcias. Lo que deviene es el Señor. Cuando, al saborear la Presencia, tú pides solo la Presencia, Yo soy la Presencia. Llego a ser la única Presencia. Y, ¿luego? Luego el pasado se anula. Queda muy poca cosa. Cenizas esparcidas al viento, palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cenizas esparcidas al viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;. Esto es el pasado. Palabras, recuerdos, pasado: cenizas esparcidas al viento. ¿Querrás seguir buscando cenizas esparcidas al viento o querrás construir una roca? La roca eres tú dentro de ti. No existe otra roca para ti: tú misma dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3467252862462261643?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3467252862462261643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3467252862462261643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-ti-affacciavicuando-te-asomabas.html' title='Quando ti affacciavi....Cuando te asomabas....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fMX2c1Y-IIc/TlfOVJtVT9I/AAAAAAAABSA/QYgpE1Mx4ww/s72-c/IMGP4531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1529802749513010943</id><published>2011-08-25T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T03:21:53.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promessa oltremodo ....Como promesa.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWryRInvaM/TlYfjoFhqwI/AAAAAAAABR4/GRMwvLqbGyM/s1600/IMGP3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWryRInvaM/TlYfjoFhqwI/AAAAAAAABR4/GRMwvLqbGyM/s320/IMGP3754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644733879871974146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Promessa oltremodo sublime, l'Archetipo prese la Sua forma e discese a illuminare la via del ritorno. All'origine c'era solo la Luce. La Luce è diventata solenne promessa, e poi? Poi è andata a infiltrarsi là dove sorgeva la materia. La materia ricopre la Luce. La Luce non può camminare da sola tra i sassi. Materia: portatrice di Luce. Quando fluisce da te verso di Me, la tua Luce diventa Mia Luce. E tu non ricordi il passato. Che cosa è il tuo passato, se non una scuola di vita che ti ha tormentato per anni fino a capire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Como promesa indeciblemente sublime, el Arquetipo tomó Su forma y bajó para iluminar el camino del regreso. En el origen solo había la Luz. La Luz ha llegado a ser solemne promesa y, ¿luego? Luego ha ido a infiltrarse allí donde surgía la materia. La materia recubre la Luz. La Luz no puede caminar sola entre las piedras. Materia: portadora de la Luz. Cuando fluye desde ti hacia Mí, tu Luz llega a ser Mí Luz. Y tú no recuerdas el pasado. ¿Qué es tu pasado, sino una escuela de vida que te ha atormentado durante años, hasta que has comprendido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1529802749513010943?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1529802749513010943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1529802749513010943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/promessa-oltremodo-como-promesa.html' title='Promessa oltremodo ....Como promesa.....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrWryRInvaM/TlYfjoFhqwI/AAAAAAAABR4/GRMwvLqbGyM/s72-c/IMGP3754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2687957903722655203</id><published>2011-08-24T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:44:57.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, immacolata e ... Cuando, inmaculada y...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlCtPzSw5tk/TlTWrw_kF4I/AAAAAAAABRw/n7OPqKyBFOI/s1600/IMGP3820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlCtPzSw5tk/TlTWrw_kF4I/AAAAAAAABRw/n7OPqKyBFOI/s320/IMGP3820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644372280376301442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando, immacolata, nuova e gentile, l'alba si affaccia al tuo nuovo cielo, e tu rinnovi da dentro di te tutte le cose, Io vengo, presente, a rassicurare te e le genti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando, inmaculada, nueva y gentil, el alba se asoma a tu nuevo cielo, y tú renuevas desde dentro de ti  todas las cosas, Yo llego, presente, para darte confianza a ti y a las gentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2687957903722655203?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2687957903722655203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2687957903722655203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-immacolata-e-cuando-inmaculada-y.html' title='Quando, immacolata e ... Cuando, inmaculada y...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlCtPzSw5tk/TlTWrw_kF4I/AAAAAAAABRw/n7OPqKyBFOI/s72-c/IMGP3820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-4843615558298708530</id><published>2011-08-24T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T01:20:31.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amore fluisce....El Amor fluye....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkazfRO4Gbo/TlTLlogEQfI/AAAAAAAABRo/oEvJgMhUtA8/s1600/IMG_5134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkazfRO4Gbo/TlTLlogEQfI/AAAAAAAABRo/oEvJgMhUtA8/s320/IMG_5134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644360080389587442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L'Amore fluisce colà in ogni cosa. Non devi pensare a partire lasciando incompiuto il lavoro. Tuo è il lavoro. Ravvedi dunque il cammino e cammina colà, tra le Parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;El Amor fluye allí en todas las cosas. No tienes que pensar en marcharte dejando inacabado el trabajo. Tuyo es el trabajo. Vuelve a tomar el camino y camina allí, entre las Palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-4843615558298708530?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4843615558298708530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/4843615558298708530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/lamore-fluisceel-amor-fluye.html' title='L&apos;Amore fluisce....El Amor fluye....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dkazfRO4Gbo/TlTLlogEQfI/AAAAAAAABRo/oEvJgMhUtA8/s72-c/IMG_5134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3890259380468363165</id><published>2011-08-23T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T02:47:11.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Io sono padrone...Yo soy dueño....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-nMSsmer-8/TlN0jRLAv8I/AAAAAAAABRg/j2w3zC24wjs/s1600/IMG_3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-nMSsmer-8/TlN0jRLAv8I/AAAAAAAABRg/j2w3zC24wjs/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643982907279196098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Io sono padrone di tutte le cose e ti ordino: va, cammina, riporta le greggi all'altare del sole che ogni mattina risorge. Non tergiversare il cammino. Riporta nel caos solo il bene. L'uomo è caos, lo si vede. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Riporta alla Vita la vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Dà a ogni uomo coscienza del Dio Presente. Non terminerà questa fonte di dare a te, come a chiunque, afflato, apporto di Vita. Io sono la Vita e ti chiedo: non abbandonare la Vita. Essa deve fiorire. A te è stato dato un dono, riportalo là dove esso è nato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yo soy dueño de todas las cosas y te ordeno: ve, camina, vuelve a llevar a los rebaños hasta el altar del sol que vuelve a nacer cada día. No tergiverses el camino. En el caos vuelve a llevar solo el bien. El hombre es caos, se le ve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Vuelve a llevar la vida hasta la Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Dale a cada hombre la conciencia del Dios Presente. No dejará esta fuente de darte a ti, como a todos, el soplo, el aporte de Vida. Yo soy la Vida y te pido: no abandones la Vida. La Vida tiene que florecer. Te ha sido dado un don, vuelve a llevarlo allí donde ha nacido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3890259380468363165?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3890259380468363165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3890259380468363165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/io-sono-padroneyo-soy-dueno.html' title='Io sono padrone...Yo soy dueño....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j-nMSsmer-8/TlN0jRLAv8I/AAAAAAAABRg/j2w3zC24wjs/s72-c/IMG_3381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-828733440402374409</id><published>2011-08-23T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T02:31:42.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Essere maestri.....Ser maestros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sficOJwYznM/TlNy0N1idhI/AAAAAAAABRY/J8OIsoI4PIM/s1600/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sficOJwYznM/TlNy0N1idhI/AAAAAAAABRY/J8OIsoI4PIM/s320/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643980999418344978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ogp839BSwvs/TlNtVvDhBKI/AAAAAAAABRQ/lDxq2pymk7s/s1600/105_0554-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Essere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt;maestri del bene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:verdana;" &gt; vuol dire avere e dare autocoscienza.  Io guiderò i tuoi passi. Io sarò la tua strada. Io sarò la tua bandiera, il vessillo, alabarda. Io sarò la tua spada. Non avrai altro Dio. Non amerai altro Dio all'infuori di Me. Io sarò la tua Luce. Vedetta. Faro. Illuminerò le tue notti. Io sarò la tua guida. La meta. L'arrivo. L'approdo. A te donerò a cascate il Mio bene. Tornerò a ritrovarti ogni ora, ogni giorno, ogni minuto. Attimo. Attesa.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;maestros del bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, quiere decir tener y dar autoconciencia. Yo guiaré tus pasos. Y seré tu camino. Yo seré tu bandera, el estandarte, la alabarda. Yo seré tu espada. No tendrás a otro Dios. No amarás a otro Dios fuera de Mí. Yo seré tu Luz. Atalaya. Faro. Iluminaré tus noches. Yo seré tu guía. La meta. La llegada. La arribada. Por cascadas, te daré Mi bien. Volveré a verte a cada hora, cada día, a cada momento. Instante. Espera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-828733440402374409?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/828733440402374409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/828733440402374409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/essere-maestriser-maestros.html' title='Essere maestri.....Ser maestros...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sficOJwYznM/TlNy0N1idhI/AAAAAAAABRY/J8OIsoI4PIM/s72-c/IMG_2951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-2120692008623921991</id><published>2011-08-23T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:59:36.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A carpire....Para que comprendas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpTW3SKgFa4/TlNqH3rJ0VI/AAAAAAAABRI/wvWq5Anv_vc/s1600/IMG_1205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpTW3SKgFa4/TlNqH3rJ0VI/AAAAAAAABRI/wvWq5Anv_vc/s320/IMG_1205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643971441461940562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A carpire il sentore di Dio, Io ti dono le Mie parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Para que comprendas el perfume de Dios, Yo te doy Mis palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-2120692008623921991?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2120692008623921991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/2120692008623921991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/carpirepara-que-comprendas.html' title='A carpire....Para que comprendas..'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpTW3SKgFa4/TlNqH3rJ0VI/AAAAAAAABRI/wvWq5Anv_vc/s72-c/IMG_1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-1877672407047503488</id><published>2011-08-20T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T03:01:03.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Al di là...Más allá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llLumRWGtjo/Tk-DDUlF4RI/AAAAAAAABRA/8I3RrAQWj54/s1600/105_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llLumRWGtjo/Tk-DDUlF4RI/AAAAAAAABRA/8I3RrAQWj54/s320/105_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642872951205650706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Al di là delle cose, Io sono il Signore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Al di là delle cose trionfa il Signore. Signore, voglio, desidero, agogno essere Te in ogni mia spora, molecola, fibra. Desidero essere Te. Sapere. Sapere che cosa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saper essere Te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, in ogni mia spora. Ti amo, Signore, o è molto di più? Dí, mio Signore, è amore o è sapore? Sapore di Dio, assaporarti, saperti. Esserti in ogni mia spora: io sono Te."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Más allá de las cosas, Yo soy el Señor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Más allá de las cosas triunfa el Señor. Señor, quiero, deseo, anhelo ser Tú en cada una de mis esporas, moléculas, fibras. Deseo ser Tú. Saber. Saber, ¿qué? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saber ser Tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;, en cada una de mis esporas. Te amo, Señor, ¿o es mucho más? Di, mi Señor, ¿es amor o es sabor? Sabor de Dios, saborearte, conocerte. Ser Tú en cada un de mis esporas: yo soy Tú."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-1877672407047503488?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1877672407047503488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/1877672407047503488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/al-di-lamas-alla.html' title='Al di là...Más allá...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-llLumRWGtjo/Tk-DDUlF4RI/AAAAAAAABRA/8I3RrAQWj54/s72-c/105_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3006334688899201109</id><published>2011-08-20T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T06:44:16.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando, immacolata... Cuando, inmaculada....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwcgcGPYOg0/Tk97AgcC1NI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VtRuQ0cMi9g/s1600/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwcgcGPYOg0/Tk97AgcC1NI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VtRuQ0cMi9g/s320/IMG_2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642864106756297938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando, immacolata come era venuta, l'anima mia tornerà al Signore, arricchita dell'esperienza ricevuta durante la vita, allora io Ti dirò:" Eccomi a Te, io sono venuta e Ti porto e Ti dono quanto ho imparato laggiù sulla Terra. Sarò di nuovo una stella o un pianeta o una sfera celeste che gira nell'universo. Sarò, perché sono, cosa venuta a capire. Capire che cosa, se tutto in me è di là da capire? Capire che cosa, se ho capito l'aurora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nascente dentro di me, essa è aurora per me e io Te la dono, Signore. Ti dono l'aurora di avere capito che Tu sei dentro di me, mio Signore. L'anima mia Ti risponde, Ti vede, Ti ama, Ti è. Perché è avvenuto il cambiamento? Perché parlo io? Desidero avere più conoscenza. Dammi, Signore, la Tua conoscenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Al di là delle cose è Dio, mio Signore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Cuando, inmaculada como cuando vino a la tierra, mi alma vuelva al Señor, enriquecida por la experiencia recibida durante la vida, entonces yo Te diré:" Heme aquí, he llegado hasta Ti, y Te traigo y Te doy lo que he aprendido allí abajo, en la Tierra. Seré de nuevo una estrella o un planeta o una esfera celeste que gira en el universo. Seré, porque lo soy, una cosa que ha venido para comprender. Comprender, ¿qué si todo en mí está todavía por comprender? Comprender, ¿qué, si he comprendido la aurora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Al nacer dentro de mí, es aurora para mí y yo Te la doy, Señor. Te doy la aurora de haber comprendido que Tú estás dentro de mí, mi Señor. Mi alma Te responde, Te ama, es Tú. ¿Por qué ha ocurrido este cambio? ¿Por qué hablo yo? Deseo tener más conocimientos. Dame, Señor, el conocerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Más allá de las cosas está Dios, mi Señor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3006334688899201109?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3006334688899201109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3006334688899201109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/quando-immacolata-cuando-inmaculada.html' title='Quando, immacolata... Cuando, inmaculada....'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwcgcGPYOg0/Tk97AgcC1NI/AAAAAAAABQ4/VtRuQ0cMi9g/s72-c/IMG_2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908523238134454029.post-3179414119198331239</id><published>2011-08-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T09:24:03.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non hai da... No tienes que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjZlfOYa5UA/TkVTMqMHaKI/AAAAAAAABQw/cbaUrGQIDyM/s1600/IMGP3702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjZlfOYa5UA/TkVTMqMHaKI/AAAAAAAABQw/cbaUrGQIDyM/s320/IMGP3702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640005585300056226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Non hai da vedere più nulla che non sia solo Amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ya no tienes que ver nada que no sea solo Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908523238134454029-3179414119198331239?l=lamarga38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3179414119198331239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908523238134454029/posts/default/3179414119198331239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamarga38.blogspot.com/2011/08/non-hai-da-no-tienes-que.html' title='Non hai da... No tienes que...'/><author><name>La Marga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18092899173626928917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjZlfOYa5UA/TkVTMqMHaKI/AAAAAAAABQw/cbaUrGQIDyM/s72-c/IMGP3702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
