<?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-7373221</id><updated>2011-12-14T23:53:01.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras Ivan palabras Ivienen</title><subtitle type='html'>El blog de Ivan, palabras raras, frases comicas, y todo lo que involucra estar creciendo con (actualmente) dos añitos y medio de edad. Su web &lt;a href"www.ivanonline.com.ar"&gt;www.ivanonline.com.ar&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109563751319259112</id><published>2004-09-19T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:45:13.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descubriendo el pilin</title><content type='html'>Hoy descubri� lo que hay al correr la pielcita del pilin cuando de pronto dice "mira, me crece el pilin!" estando en la ba�adera...  descubre que se puede correr la pielcita y lo primero que dijo fue "Uh! tengo un cohete", y despues al tocarlo le hacia cosquillas, asi que de lo mas divertido. Despues dice "mira, parece una salchicha... se cierra y se abre"... Despues tenia "una flor", y dice "mira, es de dia, se abre la flor, se cierra, se abre, se cierra, se abre...", pone unos playmobil sentaditos para que miren "su flor", y les dicen si quieren tocar, asi que los agarra y le tocan el pilin, y se rie, pero "la flor" se asusta y "se cierra el paquete" (de donde saco la palabra paquete no se sabe). Asi se divirtio un lindo rato... ya se divertir� unos cuantos a�os esperemos. jaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109563751319259112?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109563751319259112/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109563751319259112' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109563751319259112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109563751319259112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/09/descubriendo-el-pilin.html' title='Descubriendo el pilin'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109406335569992091</id><published>2004-09-01T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:29:15.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Demasiado quieta</title><content type='html'>Estamos en la cama y Carina esta al lado durmiendo. Ivan pregunta&lt;br /&gt;- Donde esta mami?&lt;br /&gt;- Ahí nano, durmiendo.&lt;br /&gt;La ve tan quieta que pregunta&lt;br /&gt;- Por qué no huele?&lt;br /&gt;No entendi bien lo que me pregunta hasta que la miro y claro esta muy quieta asi que el piensa que no esta respirando. Asi que le digo&lt;br /&gt;- Si, está respirando.&lt;br /&gt;A lo que responde&lt;br /&gt;- Yo tambien respiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menos mal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109406335569992091?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109406335569992091/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109406335569992091' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406335569992091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406335569992091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/09/demasiado-quieta.html' title='Demasiado quieta'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109406307011275496</id><published>2004-09-01T15:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:24:30.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vení papi</title><content type='html'>Estoy en el living con la computadora y me dice "Vení papi, vamos a jugar en al habitación contigua", a lo que sorprendido le pregunto "A donde?", y el confirma la frase "A la habitación contigua" PLOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109406307011275496?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109406307011275496/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109406307011275496' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406307011275496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406307011275496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/09/ven-papi.html' title='Vení papi'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109406202758823946</id><published>2004-09-01T15:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:07:07.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vení papi</title><content type='html'>Estoy en el living con la computadora y me dice "Vení papi, vamos a jugar en al habitación contigua", a lo que sorprendido le pregunto "A donde?", y el confirma la frase "A la habitación contigua" PLOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109406202758823946?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109406202758823946/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109406202758823946' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406202758823946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406202758823946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/09/ven-papi_01.html' title='Vení papi'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109406188750617219</id><published>2004-09-01T15:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T15:04:47.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buena idea?</title><content type='html'>Estamos por salir al shopping y le digo "Tengo una buena idea, vamos a la librería del shopping a ver libros para chicos?", a lo que me responde "No es una buena idea, a mi me gusta ir a los juegos" .... snif... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109406188750617219?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109406188750617219/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109406188750617219' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406188750617219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109406188750617219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/09/buena-idea.html' title='Buena idea?'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109170996192157095</id><published>2004-08-05T09:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T09:46:01.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pishando ando</title><content type='html'>Volvemos del cumpleaños de su amigo Nachi, y recien entra en la bañadera asi que se pone a hacer pis y dice "Tomo coca cola y sale pis". Todo un cientifico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109170996192157095?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109170996192157095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109170996192157095' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109170996192157095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109170996192157095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/08/pishando-ando.html' title='Pishando ando'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109170989019931342</id><published>2004-08-05T09:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T09:44:50.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No me gusta ser caro</title><content type='html'>Estamos hablando con Carina sobre gastos y ella dice "A mi no me gusta ser cara" y el se engancha en la conversación dice "A mi tampoco me gusta ser caro".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109170989019931342?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109170989019931342/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109170989019931342' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109170989019931342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109170989019931342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-me-gusta-ser-caro.html' title='No me gusta ser caro'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-109170979844371783</id><published>2004-08-05T09:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T09:43:18.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Super tucumán</title><content type='html'>Estamos viendo un dibujo de la casa de Tucumán que el pintó en el jardín. Le pregunto "Como se llama esta casa?" y el me responde "La casa de supermán". JUAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-109170979844371783?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/109170979844371783/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=109170979844371783' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109170979844371783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/109170979844371783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/08/super-tucumn.html' title='Super tucumán'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108878473706734983</id><published>2004-07-02T13:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:12:17.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superheroe</title><content type='html'>Esta en la cama con Carina y en una la abraza y le dice "mami siempre voy a cuidarte, siempre voy a salvarte"  Weeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108878473706734983?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108878473706734983/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108878473706734983' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108878473706734983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108878473706734983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/07/superheroe.html' title='Superheroe'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108874034816819696</id><published>2004-07-02T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:52:28.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando ando</title><content type='html'>Estamos mirando unas figuritas de autos, y el acomoda un banquito como una mesa y va a buscar su silla y viene con la silla diciendo "ponemos la sillita para sentarme y pensar cosas"....PLOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108874034816819696?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108874034816819696/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108874034816819696' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108874034816819696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108874034816819696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/07/pensando-ando.html' title='Pensando ando'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108839952569420437</id><published>2004-06-28T02:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:12:05.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormigas</title><content type='html'>Estamos poniendo los playmobil todos adentro de la casita y dice que "hay hormigas" y "que se vaya hasta allá al fondo -señanado la cocina- donde está su mamá", "picaron a los playmobil".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108839952569420437?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108839952569420437/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108839952569420437' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108839952569420437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108839952569420437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/hormigas.html' title='Hormigas'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108839942395309972</id><published>2004-06-28T02:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:10:23.953-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aplausos...</title><content type='html'>Estamos jugando con los playmobil y sobre la casa pone playmobil "para que lo miren", asi que lo ayudo y pongo mas playmobil y le pregunto "ademas de mirarte te aplauden?", me responde que si, a lo cual le pregunto "y por qué te aplauden?", y la respuesta del millón fué: "aplauden porque estoy feliz". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaudan, aplaudan no dejen de aplaudir... que aplaudan los playmobil que Ivan está feliz. Juap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108839942395309972?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108839942395309972/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108839942395309972' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108839942395309972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108839942395309972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/aplausos.html' title='Aplausos...'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108839919040542918</id><published>2004-06-28T02:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:06:30.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silbato</title><content type='html'>Carina esta jugando con Ivan y silba, Ivan dice "Mami, porque usas el silbato?" Juap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108839919040542918?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108839919040542918/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108839919040542918' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108839919040542918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108839919040542918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/silbato.html' title='Silbato'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108830907498859775</id><published>2004-06-27T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T02:19:37.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabajando</title><content type='html'>Esta "trabajando" con el Word aprentando las teclas que aparecen animales varios... se va, vuelve, y dice "uh, no, yo quiero otra página" (ya sabe que las de internet son páginas y ademas sabe darle al enter para que suban los dibujitos y asi tener otra pagina). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108830907498859775?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108830907498859775/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108830907498859775' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108830907498859775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108830907498859775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/trabajando.html' title='Trabajando'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108830887673490115</id><published>2004-06-27T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T01:01:16.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Con los ladrillos</title><content type='html'>Viene con una construccion que hizo en forma de Z y me dice "mira lo que hice... este esta sostenido... sostenido por este porque no se cae" PLOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108830887673490115?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108830887673490115/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108830887673490115' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108830887673490115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108830887673490115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/con-los-ladrillos.html' title='Con los ladrillos'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108812976517694386</id><published>2004-06-24T23:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:16:05.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflando a picachu</title><content type='html'>El picachu inflable estaba medio desinflado asi que le digo&lt;br /&gt;- Voy a inflarlo un poquito&lt;br /&gt;- Vas a inflarlo para que crezca?&lt;br /&gt;- Si... -empiezo a inflarlo-&lt;br /&gt;- Mira! funciona! (dice Ivan).... Hola Picachu&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/7373221-108812976517694386?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108812976517694386/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108812976517694386' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812976517694386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812976517694386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/inflando-picachu.html' title='Inflando a picachu'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108812783926805960</id><published>2004-06-24T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:43:59.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No soy un señor</title><content type='html'>Me pide agua y le digo "tome señorrrrr", y me dice "no, no soy un señor",  "¿y si no sos un señor qué sos?", y el responde muy convencido "soy Ivan". PLOP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108812783926805960?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108812783926805960/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108812783926805960' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812783926805960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812783926805960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-soy-un-seor.html' title='No soy un señor'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108812376270314682</id><published>2004-06-24T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:36:22.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronca</title><content type='html'>Revolviendo la caja de los chiches encuentra la pelota amarilla blanda con la carita sonriente y le digo "la pelota que te regaló la abuela Marilú!", y tal como le explicamos en ese momento el dice "cuando tengo bronca la garro y hago aaaggggghhhhh" (con su mejor cara de ceño fruncido se tensa y aprieta la pelotita). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108812376270314682?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108812376270314682/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108812376270314682' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812376270314682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812376270314682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/bronca.html' title='Bronca'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108812355340826259</id><published>2004-06-24T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T21:32:33.406-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Compungido</title><content type='html'>Estamos jugando con los playmobil, pone a todos los caballitos con los nenes arriba uno al lado del otro, toca el primero y se caen todos, y dice "uh... lo siento".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108812355340826259?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108812355340826259/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108812355340826259' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812355340826259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108812355340826259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/compungido.html' title='Compungido'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108793966609838202</id><published>2004-06-22T18:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T18:27:46.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>En el triciclo</title><content type='html'>Esta Ivan andando en su triciclo, no llega bien asi que esta haciendo fuerza y en un momento dice "papi... no avanzo"... PLOP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108793966609838202?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108793966609838202/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108793966609838202' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108793966609838202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108793966609838202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/en-el-triciclo.html' title='En el triciclo'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108777228015294536</id><published>2004-06-20T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:58:00.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Te lo dije...!</title><content type='html'>Día del padre, estamos jugando y voy un ratito con Carina a ver tele, viene el y me dice apuntando con el dedo y el ceño fruncido "Te lo dije, no veas television, andá allá..." (por el comedor donde jugabamos)... estem... en el dia del padre me tienen de hijo... jajaja&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108777228015294536?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108777228015294536/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108777228015294536' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108777228015294536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108777228015294536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/te-lo-dije.html' title='Te lo dije...!'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108774285578372473</id><published>2004-06-20T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:49:11.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fue divertido</title><content type='html'>Nos llamo a Carina y a mi a la cama para saltar los tres, le encanta saltar y tirarse. Lo hacemos varias veces hasta que le decimos "bueno, la ultima", nos tiramos y se baja de la cama diciendo "fue divertido". (muy tipico de dibujitos como Paz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108774285578372473?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108774285578372473/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108774285578372473' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108774285578372473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108774285578372473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/fue-divertido.html' title='Fue divertido'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108774106410538725</id><published>2004-06-20T11:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:17:44.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquiiiilo...</title><content type='html'>Esta jugando con un postnet (aparato para cobro con tarjeta de credito) roto que lo usa como aparato para su "cosquio" (Kiosco), y de pronto esta "roto" asi que me llama para que se lo arregle... me pongo a arreglarlo con un palo de bowling como si fuera un soldador, y me dice "no, asi no", entonces aprieto los botones rapido y me dice "no, asi no... con el dedito" (y me muestra), y le digo "bueno, pero entonces arreglalo vos si la tenes tan clara", y me dice "tranquiiilo"... PLOP!. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108774106410538725?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108774106410538725/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108774106410538725' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108774106410538725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108774106410538725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/tranquiiiilo.html' title='Tranquiiiilo...'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108774067798536751</id><published>2004-06-20T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T11:11:17.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Donde aprendiste eso?</title><content type='html'>Estamos jugando con cosas chiquitas de los playmobile, encuentra uno de esos cositos para manejar el transito que tiene un circulo rojo de un lado y uno verde del otro, y el dice "Mira! alto y siga", dije wowwww, le pregunto, "Donde aprendiste eso?", y el me dice "en la tele", "¿en la tele? ¿en cual?", "en Piglet"....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108774067798536751?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108774067798536751/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108774067798536751' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108774067798536751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108774067798536751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/donde-aprendiste-eso.html' title='Donde aprendiste eso?'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108773995557373467</id><published>2004-06-20T10:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T10:59:15.573-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejame dormir...</title><content type='html'>Esta con tos, es de noche, 5 am, me levanto para hacerle la mema (se la toma) luego para acariciale la cabecita y cantarle un rato, se esta medio durmiendo, pero empieza a dar vueltas, abre los ojos y me dice "Dejame dormir tranquilo". plop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108773995557373467?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108773995557373467/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108773995557373467' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108773995557373467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108773995557373467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/dejame-dormir.html' title='Dejame dormir...'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108773980358288373</id><published>2004-06-20T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T10:56:43.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quién es Marcela?</title><content type='html'>Canta una canción del jardin "hooola, para vos y para mi", y le pregunto, quién canta eso? y dice "Marcela", "Quién es Marcela?" (no es el nombre de ninguna seño del jardín), y el responde.... "Un nombre"... plop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108773980358288373?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108773980358288373/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108773980358288373' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108773980358288373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108773980358288373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/quin-es-marcela.html' title='Quién es Marcela?'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7373221.post-108773968850552989</id><published>2004-06-20T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T10:54:48.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'>¿A ver que salió?</title><content type='html'>La nueva generación digital. Saca fotos jugando y al instante dice "a ver que salió?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7373221-108773968850552989?l=palabrasivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/feeds/108773968850552989/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7373221&amp;postID=108773968850552989' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108773968850552989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7373221/posts/default/108773968850552989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palabrasivan.blogspot.com/2004/06/ver-que-sali.html' title='¿A ver que salió?'/><author><name>Juan Emilio Drault</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16624926165409908006</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
