tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53187428730362550632012-02-15T23:42:44.460-08:00Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-80867310940066668262008-07-25T06:43:00.000-07:002008-07-25T06:52:34.112-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SInYv1Oe1xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dJn1-O4hbUg/s1600-h/lautaro.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SInYv1Oe1xI/AAAAAAAAAWE/dJn1-O4hbUg/s320/lautaro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226947158793443090" /></a><br />LAUTARO es un niño de 6 años que jamás se aburre: es capaz de viajar y vivir la más extraordinaria aventura sin salir de su cuarto. Con sólo pensar libremente convierte toda situación, por mínima que sea, en un acontecimiento inolvidable, y con ello nos enseña que el aburrimiento o la soledad tienen un gran remedio: la imaginación.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-8086731094006666826?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-52191342793376272862008-07-24T10:41:00.000-07:002008-07-25T06:30:26.367-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi--D0zNoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-9q4gENCnKQ/s1600-h/1.A+sombra+tapa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi--D0zNoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-9q4gENCnKQ/s320/1.A+sombra+tapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226637340951393922" /></a><br />LAUTARO Y LA SOMBRA, José María Gutiérrez-Pablo Zweig, tapa edición argentina.<br /><br />Se cortó la luz y Lautaro descubre que en las penumbras vive y juega una misteriosa amiga. Con la sinuosa luz de una candela, aprende los divertidos juegos de su sombra. Pero de pronto la luz de la vela se apaga, y ¿qué sucede con las sombras cuando no hay luz que las proyecten? ¿A dónde van en la oscuridad? Cuando regresa la luz, su sombra parece portarse bien y Lautaro ha aprendido mucho sobre ella.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-5219134279337627286?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-44171215162373618872008-07-24T10:40:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:41:25.149-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi-to4tacI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDiG-YDfGQ8/s1600-h/1.sombra+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi-to4tacI/AAAAAAAAAV0/QDiG-YDfGQ8/s320/1.sombra+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226637058842126786" /></a><br />Lautaro y la Sombra-1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-4417121516237361887?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-10732857693920967292008-07-24T10:39:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:40:11.992-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi-Tu_EhWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mE-Q2teggeg/s1600-h/1.sombra+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi-Tu_EhWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mE-Q2teggeg/s320/1.sombra+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226636613802820962" /></a><br />Lautaro y la Sombra-2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-1073285769392096729?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-29641708233472126202008-07-24T10:37:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:38:50.904-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi95No74pI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fVv7k7DzV1I/s1600-h/1.sombra+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi95No74pI/AAAAAAAAAVk/fVv7k7DzV1I/s320/1.sombra+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226636158175011474" /></a><br />Lautaro y la Sombra-3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-2964170823347212620?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-69225178050319627702008-07-24T10:36:00.000-07:002008-07-25T06:25:51.792-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi9mowWeQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DZNwMOahYVY/s1600-h/2.A+mascota+tapa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi9mowWeQI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DZNwMOahYVY/s320/2.A+mascota+tapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226635839036356866" /></a><br />LAUTARO Y SU MASCOTA, José María Gutiérrez-Pablo Zweig, tapa edición argentina.<br /><br />Lautaro cumple años y le regalarán una mascota. Con sólo ponerse a pensar en qué animalito podrá ser (un hipopótamo, una jirafa, un canguro) ya puede ver lo complicado que es tener semejantes mascotas en su casa. Pero Lautaro piensa en grande: él quiere un elefante. Aunque es bastante complicado. Lautaro viaja entonces con su imaginación y su mascota hacia el hábitat natural y cuando regresa descubre que la mascota que le han regalado es un simpático pecesito, lo cual también es grandioso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-6922517805031962770?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-91868760424706878682008-07-24T10:32:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:34:35.410-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi82b37lII/AAAAAAAAAVU/KLccwF3hICs/s1600-h/2.mascota+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi82b37lII/AAAAAAAAAVU/KLccwF3hICs/s320/2.mascota+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226635010944767106" /></a><br />Lautaro y su mascota-1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-9186876042470687868?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-19436979583782140982008-07-24T10:28:00.001-07:002008-07-24T10:32:30.150-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi8linoU8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/bwHkIkj0_o8/s1600-h/2.mascota+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi8linoU8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/bwHkIkj0_o8/s320/2.mascota+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226634720697668546" /></a><br />Lautaro y su mascota-2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-1943697958378214098?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-42181090282409155312008-07-24T10:28:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:31:00.380-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi7zrCICGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Lm0YOhu8S3g/s1600-h/2.mascota+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi7zrCICGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Lm0YOhu8S3g/s320/2.mascota+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226633863962822754" /></a><br />Lautaro y su mascota-3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-4218109028240915531?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-84794284422434933462008-07-24T10:26:00.002-07:002008-07-25T06:16:09.783-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi7b7nuS9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/uY6C2GHv4RI/s1600-h/3.A+nubes+tapa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi7b7nuS9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/uY6C2GHv4RI/s320/3.A+nubes+tapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226633456098626514" /></a><br />LAUTARO EN LAS NUBES, José María Gutiérrez-Pablo Zweig, tapa edición holandesa.<br /><br />Nada tan monótono como un viaje en tren a través de la llanura, donde se ve pasto y nubes. Lautaro no necesita que haya una TV en su viaje en tren: en el cielo puede descubrir dragones y otras criaturas que se esconden en las nubes, el mar que contiene la lluvia, y todo lo que hace que una simple contemplación del cielo sea el más maravilloso espectáculo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-8479428442243493346?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-17294107693049452212008-07-24T10:26:00.001-07:002008-07-24T10:26:35.309-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi7P6sy01I/AAAAAAAAAU0/jL6vuK40meI/s1600-h/3.nubes+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi7P6sy01I/AAAAAAAAAU0/jL6vuK40meI/s320/3.nubes+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226633249693029202" /></a><br />Lautaro en las nubes-1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-1729410769304945221?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-9249906838261407422008-07-24T10:24:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:25:49.822-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi67T6OBdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xuFPq2oFkuI/s1600-h/3.nubes+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi67T6OBdI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xuFPq2oFkuI/s320/3.nubes+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226632895682971090" /></a><br />Lautaro en las nubes-2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-924990683826140742?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-65934712074804952592008-07-24T10:23:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:24:29.042-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi6pLGtVSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/aac9zhe7QP0/s1600-h/3.nubes+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi6pLGtVSI/AAAAAAAAAUk/aac9zhe7QP0/s320/3.nubes+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226632584081790242" /></a><br />Lautaro en las nubes-3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-6593471207480495259?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-82379008502761494642008-07-24T10:21:00.000-07:002008-07-25T06:11:16.057-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi6RbqTk5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/L-tk6QlpSxg/s1600-h/4.A+espejo+tapa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi6RbqTk5I/AAAAAAAAAUc/L-tk6QlpSxg/s320/4.A+espejo+tapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226632176209204114" /></a><br />LAUTARO EN EL ESPEJO, José María Gutiérrez-Pablo Zweig, tapa edición argentina.<br /><br />Lautaro descubre que a veces él no es uno sólo: hay otro Lautaro en la casa. Es su imagen reflejada en los espejos. Pero un día se enoja y su reflejo se rebela. Ya no le imita o hace graciosas travesuras. ¿Y qué sucede cuando hay varios espejos en la casa y los Lautaros que se divierten ya son demasiados?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-8237900850276149464?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-68053091474427848342008-07-24T10:20:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:21:33.557-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi59hCQBJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hEgSlllMgDs/s1600-h/4.espejo+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi59hCQBJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/hEgSlllMgDs/s320/4.espejo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631834054427794" /></a><br />Lautaro en el espejo-1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-6805309147442784834?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-56869664730347098182008-07-24T10:19:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:20:16.692-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi5vvlPrlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ruLxfDfRfPs/s1600-h/4.espejo+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi5vvlPrlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ruLxfDfRfPs/s320/4.espejo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631597441134162" /></a><br />Lautaro en el espejo-2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-5686966473034709818?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-45343992737557821322008-07-24T10:17:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:18:53.029-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi5Nm5rVvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qIgNhJbJ49g/s1600-h/4.espejo+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi5Nm5rVvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qIgNhJbJ49g/s320/4.espejo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226631010995361522" /></a><br />Lautaro en el espejo-3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-4534399273755782132?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-22032019894072262052008-07-24T10:13:00.000-07:002008-07-25T06:03:00.649-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi4ZwfH9eI/AAAAAAAAAT8/STf02cO2_Fo/s1600-h/5.A+colores+tapa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi4ZwfH9eI/AAAAAAAAAT8/STf02cO2_Fo/s320/5.A+colores+tapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226630120215148002" /></a><br />LAUTARO EN COLORES, José María Gutiérrez-Pablo Zweig, tapa edición japonesa.<br /><br />La tarde es gris y Lautaro decide ponerle colores. Además de colores, puede crear formas, y así dibuja una ventana en la pared que lo lleva a un mundo cuyo paisaje él mismo va dibujando y pintando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-2203201989407226205?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-80546736364634543162008-07-24T10:12:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:13:27.431-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi4IPVYI_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/IHwAO4qq1Bc/s1600-h/5.colores+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi4IPVYI_I/AAAAAAAAAT0/IHwAO4qq1Bc/s320/5.colores+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226629819258119154" /></a><br />Lautaro en colores-1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-8054673636463454316?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-8646353785252940142008-07-24T10:11:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:12:27.276-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi35cdIQCI/AAAAAAAAATs/WpaNixvAIEs/s1600-h/5.colores+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi35cdIQCI/AAAAAAAAATs/WpaNixvAIEs/s320/5.colores+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226629565082255394" /></a><br />Lautaro en colores-2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-864635378525294014?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-63046800233311567182008-07-24T10:09:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:11:30.527-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi3XyxTSyI/AAAAAAAAATk/URb4YnVpKsc/s1600-h/5.colores+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi3XyxTSyI/AAAAAAAAATk/URb4YnVpKsc/s320/5.colores+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628986956892962" /></a><br />Lautaro en colores-3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-6304680023331156718?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-74693136968891060202008-07-24T10:07:00.000-07:002008-07-25T06:05:58.671-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi24ENpYrI/AAAAAAAAATc/Y6FjJhBMKGU/s1600-h/7.A+barrilete+tapa.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi24ENpYrI/AAAAAAAAATc/Y6FjJhBMKGU/s320/7.A+barrilete+tapa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226628441883370162" /></a><br />EL BARRILETE MÁS GRANDE DEL MUNDO, José María Gutiérrez-Pablo Zweig,tapa edición argentina.<br /><br />"Adónde van a parar los barriletes que ya nadie remonta", me pregunté.<br />Cuando viajamos a las montañas lo descubrí...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-7469313696889106020?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-58851570188792930272008-07-24T10:04:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:05:56.717-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi2PjDEyEI/AAAAAAAAATU/gFsmT0k35Fw/s1600-h/7.barrilete+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi2PjDEyEI/AAAAAAAAATU/gFsmT0k35Fw/s320/7.barrilete+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226627745785890882" /></a><br />El barrilete más grande del mundo-1<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-5885157018879293027?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-40716079368117340992008-07-24T10:01:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:02:46.219-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi1lNqcmxI/AAAAAAAAATM/EODxBqNAooU/s1600-h/7.barrilete+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi1lNqcmxI/AAAAAAAAATM/EODxBqNAooU/s320/7.barrilete+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226627018490944274" /></a><br />El barrilete más grande del mundo-2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-4071607936811734099?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318742873036255063.post-28617949079202361592008-07-24T09:58:00.000-07:002008-07-24T10:00:22.769-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi1Ag7v_dI/AAAAAAAAATE/3kTnpmCJDTA/s1600-h/7.barrilete+3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GDv9f4kWFNY/SIi1Ag7v_dI/AAAAAAAAATE/3kTnpmCJDTA/s320/7.barrilete+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226626388008631762" /></a><br />El barrilete más grande del mundo-3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318742873036255063-2861794907920236159?l=loslibrosdelautaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Zweighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142010344957214294noreply@blogger.com0