<?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-15372612</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:32:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oriana Orellana López</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-114619398415141812</id><published>2006-04-27T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:13:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que hacer de mi blog????</title><content type='html'>Desde hace mucho tiempo que no abro mi propio blog, creo que mi conecciòn con este medio, aun cuando puede ser una buena posibilidad de contato, de escribir, de divagar......... me cuesta estar presente. Un posibilidad es dejarlo y que muera en el ciber espacio, otra es encontrar el momento justo para escribir, pero junto con ello la motivación. Buenop, aun lo mantendré y veré que pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo he visitado ahorta que estoy en el sur de Chile y podría decir de alguna manera en el sur del mundo, Coyhaique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este lugar me siento como si hubiera sido desde mis inicios de acá. Perteneciente, presente, ausente de Coyhaique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo para quien lea esto......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-114619398415141812?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/114619398415141812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=114619398415141812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/114619398415141812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/114619398415141812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2006/04/que-hacer-de-mi-blog.html' title='Que hacer de mi blog????'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112992983503274951</id><published>2005-10-21T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:23:55.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la taza de Té</title><content type='html'>En los últimos días he recordado mucho este cuento, epero que si alguien lo lee le sirva:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nan-in, un maestro japonés que vivió en la era Meiji (1868-1912), recibió a un profesor universitario que acudió a preguntarle acerca del zen,&lt;br /&gt;Nan.in le sirvió té. Vertió el líquido hasta llenar la taza del visitante y siguió virtiéndolo.&lt;br /&gt;El profesor contempló el té que se derramaba hasta que ya no pudo contenerse.&lt;br /&gt;-        Está completamente llena. ¡ No cabe una gota más!&lt;br /&gt;-        Al igual que esta taza –le dijo Nan-im-, usted está lleno de sus propias opiniones y especulaciones. ¡Cómo puedo mostrarle lo que es el zen a menos que primero vacíe la taza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(100 historias Zen)&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/15372612-112992983503274951?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112992983503274951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112992983503274951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112992983503274951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112992983503274951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-taza-de-t.html' title='la taza de Té'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112976220215437664</id><published>2005-10-19T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:30:43.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El lenguaje del Cuerpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/Cuerpos%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/200/Cuerpos%201.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/320/untitled.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El cuerpo es la sede material de nuestro ser y a través de él estamos en el mundo. Sus expresiones manifiestan con especial énfasis aquello que escapa a los dominios de la palabra. Además, cada costumbre asociada a él tiene detrás una historia casi siempre desconocida. Por eso aprender a interpretar los mensajes del cuerpo es saber más sobre nosotros mismos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;Artúcilo Revista Uno mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-112976220215437664?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112976220215437664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112976220215437664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112976220215437664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112976220215437664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/10/el-lenguaje-del-cuerpo.html' title='El lenguaje del Cuerpo'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112931912807699261</id><published>2005-10-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:38:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encuentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/IMG_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/320/IMG_0536.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un agradable encuentro ha sido ayer jueves.&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo, recuerdo conversaciones, momentos, regalos.&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo grande amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-112931912807699261?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112931912807699261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112931912807699261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112931912807699261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112931912807699261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/10/encuentro.html' title='Encuentro'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112810599008652299</id><published>2005-09-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:46:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Agradezco....</title><content type='html'>te agradezco la posibilidda de conocer &lt;br /&gt;te agradezco la posibilidad de disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;te agradezco lo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;te agradezco lo antiguo&lt;br /&gt;te agradezco lo que tengo&lt;br /&gt;te agradezco lo que no tengo y tu sabes por que es&lt;br /&gt;te agradezco la vida&lt;br /&gt;te agradezco&lt;br /&gt;siempre quisiera agradecerte....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-112810599008652299?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112810599008652299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112810599008652299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112810599008652299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112810599008652299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/09/te-agradezco.html' title='Te Agradezco....'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112810502383877340</id><published>2005-09-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:14:18.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya estoy en el centro sur....</title><content type='html'>Los verdes, el azul del cielo siguen embelezandome&lt;br /&gt;abro os ojos temprano y despierto cada vez mejor a la vida, esta que es mi vida y que construyo paso a paso.....&lt;br /&gt;y sigo agradeciendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-112810502383877340?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112810502383877340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112810502383877340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112810502383877340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112810502383877340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/09/ya-estoy-en-el-centro-sur.html' title='Ya estoy en el centro sur....'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112810441835709542</id><published>2005-09-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T11:20:32.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>en el norte de Chile....</title><content type='html'>Estoy en Vallenar, disfrutando del paisaje que me ofrece el norte con sus colores tierras tan distintos cada uno que llega a ser maravilloso darse cuenta de cada una de las tonalidades. Recorrer desde copiapó a Vallenar en un desierto florido con tonos fucsia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias antes estuve en Caldera disfrutando de la belleza del mar, del puerto y de la arquitectura que con esfuerzo se ha mantenido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos dias que han sido de trabajo tambien han sido de mucho gozo, y he agradecido cada una de las hermosuras que nos muestra esta tierra. Solo tuve que poner un poco màs de atención y alli estaba todo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-112810441835709542?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112810441835709542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112810441835709542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112810441835709542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112810441835709542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/09/en-el-norte-de-chile.html' title='en el norte de Chile....'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15372612.post-112388153313065487</id><published>2005-08-12T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:41:18.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerdos del pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El tiempo perfecto,&lt;br /&gt;El momento oportuno&lt;br /&gt;La noche inolvidable,&lt;br /&gt;El sentir apasionado&lt;br /&gt;Resplandece en mi memoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/bla-ne2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/320/bla-ne2.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15372612-112388153313065487?l=orianaorellana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/feeds/112388153313065487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15372612&amp;postID=112388153313065487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112388153313065487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15372612/posts/default/112388153313065487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orianaorellana.blogspot.com/2005/08/recuerdos-del-pasado.html' title='Recuerdos del pasado'/><author><name>Oriana Orellana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07867741374634533677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3040/1422/1600/oriana.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
