Preludio de un sueño hecho realidad…

Cagel, Maximiliano

dc.contributor.author	Cagel, Maximiliano
dc.date.accessioned	2021-08-09T20:15:29Z
dc.date.available	2021-08-09T20:15:29Z
dc.date.issued	2013-06-19
dc.identifier.citation	Cagel, M. (2013). Preludio de un sueño hecho realidad…. Psicoespacios, 7(10), 398-423. https://doi.org/10.25057/21452776.204	spa
dc.identifier.uri	https://revistas.iue.edu.co/index.php/Psicoespacios/article/view/204
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dc.description.abstract	Es Ella”, pensé. Es su todo. Es su presencia. Es su carácter. Es su porte. Es su tono al hablar, su voz. Es su sonrisa. Es su mirada. Es su respiración, ni lenta ni rápida, moderada. Es aquello que tiene que me cautiva. Es su esencia. Es su perfume. Son sus modos. Son sus alegrías y tristezas. Son sus risas y sus llantos. Son sus lágrimas. Son sus sentimientos y pensamientos. Son sus resentimientos. Son sus congojas. Son sus ideas. Son sus palabras. Son sus más mínimos detalles, imperceptibles al ojo de cualquiera, pero no al mío, porque, definitivamente, es Ella. Son sus movimientos, no me los quisiera perder por nada en el mundo. Son sus ojos claramente amarronados, con una pizca de eso y una gota de aquello: el complemento del suplemento.	spa
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dc.publisher	Fondo Editorial Institución Universitaria de Envigado	spa
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dc.source	Institución Universitaria de Envigado	spa
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dc.title	Preludio de un sueño hecho realidad…	spa
oaire.citationendpage	25	spa
oaire.citationissue	10	spa
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oaire.citationvolume	7	spa
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dc.identifier.doi	https://doi.org/10.25057/21452776.204
dc.publisher.faculty	Facultad de Ciencias Sociales	spa
dc.publisher.place	Envigado, Colombia	spa
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thesis.degree.discipline	Ciencias Sociales - Psicología	spa
thesis.degree.grantor	Institución Universitaria de Envigado	spa
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dc.source.tituloRevistaAbreviada	Psicoespacios	spa
dc.description.abstracteng	It's Her, ”I thought. It's your everything. It is his presence. It is his character. It is his bearing. It's his tone when he speaks, his voice. It's his smile. It is his look. It is your breathing, neither slow nor fast, moderate. It is what it has that captivates me. It is its essence. It is her perfume. They are their ways. They are your joys and sorrows. They are their laughs and their cries. They are her tears. They are your feelings and thoughts. They are your resentments. They are their anguish. They are your ideas. They are his words. They are its smallest details, imperceptible to anyone's eye, but not mine, because, definitely, it is Her. They are his movements, I would not want to miss them for anything in the world. It's her distinctly brownish eyes, with a hint of that and a drop of that: the supplement to the supplement.	spa
dc.identifier.journal	Psicoespacios	spa
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