tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77295037510093639392012-02-16T09:40:44.012-08:00Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729503751009363939.post-50234625369023903792011-11-08T11:11:00.000-08:002011-11-08T11:11:20.159-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEUDRPKhyhU/Trl-fanjShI/AAAAAAAAADw/slQqZnAZyAQ/s1600/Millais%252C+Bridesmaid+1851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEUDRPKhyhU/Trl-fanjShI/AAAAAAAAADw/slQqZnAZyAQ/s320/Millais%252C+Bridesmaid+1851.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>Millais. Bridesmaid. 1851</i>.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">"Ojos claros, serenos,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">si de un dulce mirar sois alabados,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">¿por qué, si me miráis, miráis airados?</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">Si cuanto más piadosos,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">más bellos parecéis a aquél que os mira,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">no me miréis con ira,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">porque no parezcáis menos hermosos.</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">¡Ay, tormentos rabiosos!</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">Ojos claros, serenos,</span><br style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">ya que así me miráis, miradme al menos"</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><br /></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;">Gutierre de Cetina.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-center;"><br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729503751009363939-5023462536902390379?l=santossandoval.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729503751009363939.post-91270420138563518892011-06-27T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-27T11:22:20.247-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H591CLUNtOU/TgjKNekxxvI/AAAAAAAAADs/fLQ5mv-Hr_k/s1600/buster%2Bkeaton%2Bone%2Bweek.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H591CLUNtOU/TgjKNekxxvI/AAAAAAAAADs/fLQ5mv-Hr_k/s320/buster%2Bkeaton%2Bone%2Bweek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622966467666495218" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Vivienda prefabricada de Buster Keaton.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729503751009363939-9127042013856351889?l=santossandoval.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729503751009363939.post-78371823792487695662010-08-10T13:45:00.001-07:002010-08-10T14:13:38.476-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/TGG_uHLFnRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/I_oWUNusovk/s1600/00457665.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/TGG_uHLFnRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/I_oWUNusovk/s320/00457665.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503891018543897874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">[Todas hicieron a la emperejilada* Juanita blanco de sus insolentes miradas.</span></div></span><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cada cual recordó allá en sus adentros alguna de las varias sentencias vulgares</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">que sostienen como verdad la transmisión de la culpa por medio de la sangre:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" De tal palo tal astilla", "la cabra tira al monte", "Quien lo hereda, no lo hurta",</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" de casta le viene al</span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">galgo, ser rabilargo", y " Así la madre, así la hija, así la</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i></i></span><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">manta que las cobija"</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> ]</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Juan Valera. Juanita la Larga. (1895)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Emperejilar(se).</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> Es un modo de acicalarse, engalanarse, emperifollarse.. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">...pero más propio del verano.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729503751009363939-7837182379248769566?l=santossandoval.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729503751009363939.post-8561893713489460002010-08-02T17:37:00.000-07:002010-08-02T17:45:39.663-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/TFdlJrN0EoI/AAAAAAAAACw/dMylN80QkEs/s1600/Monogram.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/TFdlJrN0EoI/AAAAAAAAACw/dMylN80QkEs/s320/Monogram.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500976686750241410" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">R</span></b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">auschenberg</span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">_</span></b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">M</span></b></i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">onogram (1955-59)</span></b></i></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Siempre me ha fascinado. De una manera pecaminosa además. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">El hecho de coger una cabra </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...y hacerla pasar por un neumático no es lo atractivo de esto.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Para mí, lo es, el hecho del desconcierto, de esa exhalación.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">..de ese famoso "ahh" que te sale al verlo.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Buenas noches.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729503751009363939-856189371348946000?l=santossandoval.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729503751009363939.post-22888756274669625532009-11-25T11:33:00.000-08:002009-11-25T12:18:28.774-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/Sw2PlwRPy2I/AAAAAAAAACA/c6iqE04pMvk/s1600/rear16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/Sw2PlwRPy2I/AAAAAAAAACA/c6iqE04pMvk/s320/rear16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408136606317005666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/Sw2PDuNRGBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UugCR7RzX0I/s1600/rear03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/Sw2PDuNRGBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UugCR7RzX0I/s320/rear03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408136021647890450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/Sw2O-IhMdDI/AAAAAAAAABw/IQHjCYBa3_U/s1600/rear07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/Sw2O-IhMdDI/AAAAAAAAABw/IQHjCYBa3_U/s320/rear07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408135925631579186" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">[ - </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Pensaba que la lluvia iba a refrescar el ambiente,</b></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b> </b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>pero lo que ha hecho es que el calor sea aún mayor.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">-</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ahí, ahí justo ahí...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">-<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>A la compañía de seguros le gustaría que durmiera </b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>durante la noche en la cama...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">-</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Y usted, ¿Cómo lo sabe?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>-</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Ojos enrojecidos de mirar durante horas por esa ventana.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Bueno, ¿ Y qué?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>-</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>¿Qué harás si alguno de ellos se da cuenta?</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Eso depende de quién sea. Si se trata de la señorita Thomsom...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Olvídese de ella...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">-</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">A esa chica le encanta comer, beber y ser feliz...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Sí, y acabará gorda, alcoholica y aburrida.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Ah si... hablando de aburrimiento, la pobre señorita Corazón Solitario se volvió a dormir... </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">SOLA</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">- </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Pobrecilla... bueno... Tal vez algún día encuentre la felicidad...</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">-</span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Sí, y algún hombre perderá la suya... ]</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Rear Window_ A Hitchcock. 1954_</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b><i>O de cómo alguien que está solo, observa en soledad y siente pena por los que están solos.</i></b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729503751009363939-2288875627466962553?l=santossandoval.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7729503751009363939.post-14009284576116147392009-03-08T11:08:00.000-07:002009-03-08T11:15:26.097-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/SbQK3JKIcSI/AAAAAAAAABY/H10HJ7LnaWM/s1600-h/costus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310881803044155682" style="WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sr_D9wrLmIw/SbQK3JKIcSI/AAAAAAAAABY/H10HJ7LnaWM/s320/costus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">"Hay hombres de pelo corto...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">que como flores se perfuman, </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">como si fuera primavera,</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">los unos a los otros se ronean</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">como farolas encendidas..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">y saltan los muros..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">para quererse amor..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">amor..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">... Amor como aquello que crece...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">y luego, nada..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">... pero en la cama todo vale..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">y en la lucha.. lo chico se hace grande..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Amor..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">amor..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Hay hombres de pelo corto...<br />que como flores se perfuman,<br />como si fuera primavera,</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">como impacientes peatones</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">que esperan que el semáforo cambie, </span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">para salir corriendo..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">de los ojos y de la calle..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">...amor</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">...</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">...... Amor como aquello que crece...<br />y luego, nada..</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">... amor</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Como impacientes peatones<br />que esperan que el semáforo cambie,<br />para salir corriendo..<br />de los ojos y de la calle..<br />...amor</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">... Amor"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Peluqueros, Mártires del Compás</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7729503751009363939-1400928457611614739?l=santossandoval.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Santoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05850898976060411259noreply@blogger.com3