tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73680344308491589872011-04-21T22:01:18.190+02:00Trozo de caca tom es una bola de caca de oveja que intenta integrarse en nuestra sociedad.Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.comBlogger241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-9020260037743653572008-04-11T20:23:00.008+02:002008-04-12T22:59:47.100+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-twNEQmPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/20NXxHySYQ8/s1600-h/tama%C3%B1obaja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188056339406952690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-twNEQmPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/20NXxHySYQ8/s400/tama%C3%B1obaja.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> ¡Tamaño real!</strong> Será como si la hubieras cogido tú mismo del campo.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-tNdEQmOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GdYbRrFa0HE/s1600-h/llaveros+baja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188055742406498530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-tNdEQmOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GdYbRrFa0HE/s400/llaveros+baja.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Llaveros,</strong> pulseras, pendientes, colgantes... lleva la caca por todo el cuerpo!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-s-dEQmMI/AAAAAAAAACk/7odn9TlRe28/s1600-h/grupo+baja.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188055484708460738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-s-dEQmMI/AAAAAAAAACk/7odn9TlRe28/s400/grupo+baja.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> ¡Personaliza a tus amigos!</strong> Cacajesús, Cacalaura, Cacachiwany, Cacanacho, Cacaluis, Cacaluisito...¡Es genial! jajajaja!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_-s4NEQmLI/AAAAAAAAACc/oir5LPEXtxY/s1600-h/llaveros+baja.jpg"></a><div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/SAEe2wCXCoI/AAAAAAAAADE/i45JDi7RHAs/s1600-h/screensaver.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188462171664091778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/SAEe2wCXCoI/AAAAAAAAADE/i45JDi7RHAs/s400/screensaver.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>¡Salvapantallas! </strong>¡Contextualiza tu existencia dentro del mundo cacatóm! </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;">"transmite una mezcla entre soledad e inmensidad del universo<span style="font-size:85%;">"</span></span><br /></span></em><br /><br /></div><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-902026003774365357?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-24463419915305663652008-04-02T20:06:00.000+02:002008-04-09T04:53:55.345+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/p4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-2446341991530566365?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-24702341862153425042008-04-01T19:51:00.001+02:002008-04-09T05:05:54.561+02:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;color:#666666;" >Q</span><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"><span style="color:#666666;">ue cuenta la humillante historia de Tom que es mojado por un metre insolente.<br /></span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/citaenrestaurantebaja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/citaenrestaurantebaja.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-2470234186215342504?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-68589598667964830602008-03-29T02:40:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:51:09.213+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo1baja-1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo1baja-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">De como Tom, tom a conciencia de sí mismo.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-6858959866796483060?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-33093958580590870482008-03-28T03:47:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:51:36.119+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo2baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo2baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo2baja.jpg"></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:130%;" >U</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">n extraño viejo no responde a la pregunta de Tom, ¿o si?</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-3309395858059087048?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-24587263087245518322008-03-27T18:55:00.002+01:002008-05-16T02:51:48.401+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo3baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo3baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Al fin habló el viejo y resultó que está medio senil... ¿o no?. Profecías y recados son confiados a Tom. Aventuras y peligros se avecinan.</span></strong><a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo3baja.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-2458726308724551832?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-45987465203209096292008-03-26T20:37:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:51:58.972+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_D7BI6laWI/AAAAAAAAABo/ayoE0-1eXA0/s1600-h/capitulo4baja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183919168095086946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pddlBRK3Asw/R_D7BI6laWI/AAAAAAAAABo/ayoE0-1eXA0/s320/capitulo4baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Que cuenta como Tom emprende el viaje y siente temor ante el Paso de las Brujas Simiescas.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-4598746520320909629?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-9355598236349968742008-03-25T03:28:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:52:08.569+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo5baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo5baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Tom se adentra profundamente en dirección a su deseado destino y saluda a la oscuridad diciendo con voz temblorosa: "hola"</span><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-935559823634996874?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-3106629253108243032008-03-24T03:35:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:52:20.039+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo6baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo6baja.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)">Tom continúa en el interior del paso de las Brujas Simiescas. ¿Qué extraño ser se acerca a nuestro héroe?.¿Qué significan esas palabras?. Rellenar una viñeta entera con un eding 500 es una locura para el medio ambiente, yo sólo gasto electricidad.</span><br /><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-310662925310824303?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-34632237008589493102008-03-23T04:13:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:52:29.315+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo7baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo7baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"> ¿Acaso Tom está decepcionado con lo predecible del argumento de su propia vida?. ¿Anhelaba sorprenderse a sí mismo, o anhelaba sorprender a un posible espectador furtivo?</span><br /><div><a href="http://s301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/?action=view&amp;current=capitulo7baja.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-3463223700858949310?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-52721791878951923372008-03-22T04:20:00.002+01:002008-05-16T02:52:39.409+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo8baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo8baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"> De como la bruja simiesca reacciona en principio de manera brusca y como nos damos cuenta al final que eso era algo típico.</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-5272179187895192337?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-60818227924026167722008-03-21T04:14:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:52:49.858+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo9baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo9baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;">Tom no sabe de marquitas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-6081822792402616772?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-21807949550527025322008-03-20T05:13:00.001+01:002008-05-16T02:53:00.090+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo10baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo10baja.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">Tom sale corriendo despaborido ante gritos simiescos de dolor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-2180794955052702532?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-53007906272614938632008-03-19T05:17:00.002+01:002008-05-16T02:53:12.581+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo11baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo11baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#666666;">La bruja debería de pesar unos 400 kilogramos de peso sin contar con su ojo izquierdo. Mucho peso para caer sobre un muro maestro. Tom ha logrado pasar el paso pasando paso a paso. Pasó así, así pasando.</span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;">¿Qué ocurrirá ahora?, no digas que pasas porque paso.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-5300790627261493863?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-81038957425855977242008-03-18T01:43:00.005+01:002008-05-16T02:58:09.172+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo12bajar.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo12bajar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Tom sale de una para meterse en otra, ¿su pequeño cerebro de caca estará preparado para tanta información desechable?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-8103895742585597724?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-85439811955695067862008-03-17T01:47:00.002+01:002008-05-16T02:53:31.823+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo13baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo13baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo13baja.jpg"></a><span style="color:#666666;">De como Tom se da cuenta que de está en un miserable pinar.</span><br /><div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-8543981195569506786?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-41224644577578932072008-03-16T02:47:00.002+01:002008-05-16T03:02:16.986+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo14baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo14baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> Dios mío, un monstruo terrible ataca a una chica. Piripipín poropopón.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-4122464457757893207?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-34159992024645418972008-03-15T04:10:00.003+01:002008-05-22T05:21:35.427+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo15baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo15baja.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">Trozo de caca Tom ya no es un miserable cobarde, ahora es un valiente descerebrado que salva princesas.<br /></span><div><a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo15baja.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo15baja.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-3415999202464541897?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-6839166190329574582008-03-14T03:58:00.001+01:002008-05-22T05:27:32.701+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo16baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo16baja.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tom rechaza los encantos de la dama y ésta, abrumada, no puede controlar sus instintos abrazadores.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-683916619032957458?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-23181607472816936392008-03-13T03:59:00.001+01:002008-05-22T05:32:48.265+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo17baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo17baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> De cómo alguien compra un libro de Calvin y Hobbes y la expresividad deja de brillar por su ausencia.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-2318160747281693639?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-23638043349116279892008-03-12T05:15:00.002+01:002008-05-22T05:38:13.660+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo18baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo18baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> Que jolgorio de encuentros estrabagantes sufre esta absurda aunque curiosa historia de nuestro amado Tom.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-2363804334911627989?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-39949617115339118342008-03-11T03:11:00.001+01:002008-05-23T03:26:49.261+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo19baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo19baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"> Los acontecimientos se presipitan. El propio argumento juguetea con el suicidio.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-3994961711533911834?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-18452974714037830902008-03-10T03:13:00.002+01:002008-05-23T03:47:15.805+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo20baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo20baja.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#666666;">El enano alardea de sus conocimientos mientras la princesa y la caca se asombran con desconcierto.<br /></span><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-1845297471403783090?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7368034430849158987.post-46036827128159231012008-03-09T03:14:00.001+01:002008-05-23T03:42:11.689+02:00<a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo21baja.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn60/julianelmarrano/capitulo21baja.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;">De cómo emplazado en un agreste paraje del golfo de Corinto, en la Grecia central, Delfos muestra las ruinas del que en su día fue el oráculo más famoso del mundo. A 600 metros de altura respecto al nivel del mar, el lugar estuvo consagrado inicialmente a la diosa de la tierra, Gea.</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">Peregrinos de toda Grecia e incluso extranjeros se acercaban al oráculo caminando desde Atenas o en barco hasta el puerto llamado Itea en la actualidad. Llegados al magnífico templo de Apolo ascendiendo el Monte Parnaso por la Via Sacra, se purificaban en las aguas de la fuente de Castalia. Entonces salpicaban una cabra con agua fría y si temblaba con todo el cuerpo era sacrificada y el peregrino autorizado a hacer su pregunta. Luego pagaba su tarifa y esperaba a ser atendido. La pitonisa recibía la pregunta escrita en una tablilla y entraba en trance para responderla. Un sacerdote interpretaba los balbuceos y la escribía en verso entregándosela al peregrino.</span><br /><span style="color:#666666;">(nosce te ipsum). Esta inscripción, puesta por los siete sabios en el frontispicio del templo de Delfos, es clásica en el pensamiento griego. En todos los tiempos muchos pensadores han reflexionado sobre ella con variados matices siguiendo el ejemplo de Sócrates y Platón. La sabiduría de Occidente comienza, en su vertiente filosófica, con este pensamiento, intentando alejarse de adivinanzas y supersticiones.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7368034430849158987-4603682712815923101?l=trozodecacatom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00092940152624559301noreply@blogger.com0