tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291932092012-02-16T04:45:47.871-03:00.....hay preguntas que acarician, hay preguntas que retumban, hay preguntas invisibles, hay preguntas imposibles, hay preguntas pequeñitas, hay preguntas tan eternas.....Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-58233312404519777332007-05-17T16:47:00.000-04:002007-05-17T16:55:25.278-04:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>¿que sienten los árboles cuando caen sus hojas?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-5823331240451977733?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-50959435930276147082007-04-18T17:52:00.000-04:002007-04-18T17:53:00.960-04:00<span style="color:#330099;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">¿Cómo fue que asignamos formas a los sonidos?<br />¿ si no existiera el alfabeto?<br />¿cómo registraríamos, lo sentido, lo pensado y pronunciado?</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-5095943593027614708?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-3283143726218858642007-03-26T14:19:00.001-04:002007-03-26T14:19:53.682-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>¿y qué es la belleza?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-328314372621885864?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1168817842126547452007-01-14T20:36:00.000-03:002007-01-14T20:38:03.973-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">¿Y QUE SE QUEMA, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">CUANDO SE QUEMA UN ARBOL?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-116881784212654745?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1164990229497066632006-12-01T13:21:00.000-03:002006-12-01T13:23:49.506-03:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>¿quién eligió tu camino?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>¿cuán gastada está la huella?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>¿cual es su destino?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-116499022949706663?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1161718590099163202006-10-24T16:34:00.000-03:002006-10-24T16:41:10.830-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"><strong>¿y que es una pregunta?</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-116171859009916320?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1160602338526474572006-10-11T17:30:00.000-04:002006-10-11T17:33:29.900-04:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>¿Cuanto dura el instante de ser todos iguales?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-116060233852647457?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1160169533807347262006-10-06T17:17:00.000-04:002006-10-06T17:18:53.816-04:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>¿que es lo que buscamos?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"><strong>¿buscamos todos lo mismo?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-116016953380734726?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1159814668482911802006-10-02T14:43:00.000-04:002006-10-02T14:44:28.490-04:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>¿cuántas cadenas perpetuas, por el asesinato de un árbol?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115981466848291180?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1159370864489367442006-09-27T11:18:00.000-04:002006-09-27T11:27:44.516-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">¿adonde van las palabras que no se quedaron?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">¿adonde va lo común, lo de todos los días?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">¿adonde va la sorpresa, casi cotidiana del atardecer?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115937086448936744?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1159207773360955062006-09-25T14:06:00.000-04:002006-09-25T14:09:33.376-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">¿De donde surge la creación?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">¿de donde la energía que la alimenta?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">¿es propiedad de su creador ?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">¿ de donde vienen los nutrientes que lo inspiran?</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115920777336095506?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1157982193537419742006-09-11T09:41:00.000-04:002006-09-11T09:43:13.546-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>¿cuan profunda es la raíz del miedo?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>¿visten el mismo traje, miedo y cobardía?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115798219353741974?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1157736844041947232006-09-08T13:31:00.000-04:002006-09-08T13:34:04.050-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">¿Y si tomas las riendas de una vez por todas? </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"><br />¿Y que importa si luces lindo o feo?<br />Y que importa si te aplauden o pifian?<br />Y que importa si decepcionas?<br />Si alcanzas por fin tus sueños?</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115773684404194723?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1157389411370409652006-09-04T13:02:00.000-04:002006-09-04T13:03:31.380-04:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> Y ¿qué es el tiempo?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">¿imaginan?</div><div align="center">¿sentimientos sin tiempo?</div><div align="center"> ¿recuerdos sin tiempo?</div><div align="center"> ¿sueños sin tiempo? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115738941137040965?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1156455759601877582006-08-24T17:39:00.000-04:002006-08-24T17:42:39.613-04:00<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>en que unidad se miden los recuerdos?<br /><br />como reconoceré el aroma de tu voz?</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">porque tanto la luna y tan poco el Sol?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">porqué nunca alcanzo el color del camaleón?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115645575960187758?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1155238253231522292006-08-10T15:28:00.000-04:002006-08-10T15:30:53.246-04:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>¿alguna vez te detienes? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>¿cuánto te dura la sensación de estar satisfecho?</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115523825323152229?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1154546684988202582006-08-02T15:23:00.000-04:002006-08-02T15:24:44.996-04:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><strong>¿que rostro tiene la ternura?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115454668498820258?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1152202496235347552006-07-06T12:03:00.000-04:002006-07-06T12:17:19.693-04:00<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>¿Te acuerdas Alicia, cuando fuimos al regional del año pasado? Tú preguntaste</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>¿Y como reconozco mis emociones?, me vine con la pregunta y escribí mis impresiones en <a href="http://cambiandolapiel.blogspot.com/2005/12/t-r-i-s-t-e-d-e-s-t-i-e-r-r-o.html">mi blog</a> </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Hoy esas preguntas han regresado ( efecto de la guía 6), las regreso y las comparto acá:</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>¿Como reconocerlas?Algunas son fáciles de distinguir, otras no tanto, especialmente si están mezcladas o nuestra razón no acepta que las podamos sentir.</strong><br /><strong>¿Cómo alcanzar a reconocer aquellas que por algún condicionamiento automático, nos negamos a experimentar y las ahogamos antes de que logren manifestarse?</strong><br /><strong>¿Que pasa con aquellas emociones que negamos? </strong><br /><strong>¿cuanto de nosotros mismos estamos negando, cuanto muro levantamos?, </strong><br /><strong>¿cuantos colores y aromas dejamos de percibir? ¿ cuanto vuelo frustramos? ¿adonde van?¿adonde la rabia tan y tan reprimida, adonde el miedo? </strong><br /><strong>¿porqué huimos de ellas? ¿qué ganamos y que perdemos al ignorarlas?</strong><br /><strong>¿Como regresarlas del destierro?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115220249623534755?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1151615395431838552006-06-29T17:09:00.000-04:002006-06-29T17:09:55.440-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>¿dónde se encuentra la raíz de mis miedos?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115161539543183855?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1151450546477357612006-06-27T19:21:00.000-04:002006-06-27T19:22:26.486-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>¿hacia donde viajan nuestras preguntas?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115145054647735761?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1150896359203163922006-06-21T09:24:00.000-04:002006-06-21T09:25:59.210-04:00<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>...¿desde donde surge el impulso que me lleva a saltar?</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>¿que convierte mi quietud en movimiento?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115089635920316392?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1150836965342131462006-06-20T16:53:00.000-04:002006-06-20T16:56:05.353-04:00<font color="#993399"><strong>...¿por qué tu nombre me llena de nostalgia? </strong></font><br /><font color="#993399"><strong></strong></font><br /><font color="#993399"><strong>¿por qué tantos miedos caminan a mi lado? ¿para qué?</strong></font><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115083696534213146?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1150254153599488802006-06-13T23:01:00.000-04:002006-06-13T23:02:33.606-04:00<span style="color:#330099;"><strong>¿hacia que destino caminan mis miedos?</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115025415359948880?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1150148456454334572006-06-12T17:33:00.000-04:002006-06-12T20:01:05.896-04:00<span style="color:#330099;"><strong>"A quién le puedo preguntar<br />qué vine a hacer en este mundo?"<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />"es posible que<br />un buen rato<br />sea sólo un buen rato<br />y no la memoria de un<br />antiguo, infinito,<br />inolvidable buen rato?"<br /><br />Claudio Bertoni<br /><br /><br /><br />"¿Por qué, después,<br />lo que queda de mí<br />es sólo un anegarse entre cenizas<br />sin un adiós, sin nada más que el gesto de liberar las manos ?"<br /><br />El breve amor, J. Cortázar</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-115014845645433457?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1149470709849041912006-06-04T21:22:00.000-04:002006-06-04T21:26:17.340-04:00<span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>¿Porqué en las épocas oscuras se escribe con tinta invisible?</strong></span><br /><br />del Libro de las Preguntas de Pablo Neruda<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-114947070984904191?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29193209.post-1149310351569732272006-06-03T00:51:00.000-04:002006-06-03T00:53:20.496-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">¿Porqué me importa tanto tu nombre?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29193209-114931035156973227?l=yopregunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10912390500340031174noreply@blogger.com5