Vicky Martín Berrocal es entrevistada en “¿Dónde estás corazón?”
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Vicky Martín Berrocal es entrevistada en “¿Dónde estás corazón?”
viernes, 4 de enero de 2008 a las 9:30
Redacción / Antena 3

 «¿Dónde estás corazón?», el espacio de entretenimiento de Antena 3 que conduce Jaime Cantizano, contará hoy viernes con la presencia de Vicky Martín Berrocal que hablará, entre otros, temas de su agitada vida sentimental y de su faceta como actriz en la exitosa serie de Antena 3 «La familia Mata».

Por otra parte, la sección EL DEBATE comentará el próximo cumpleaños del rey Don Juan Carlos, las fiestas navideñas que ha pasado la familia real y el embarazo de Telma Ortiz, anunciado recientemente.

«¿Dónde estás corazón?», como cada semana, de la mano del presentador y el equipo de colaboradores del espacio, analizará la actualidad que rodea a los personajes populares.

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  1. Nathan

    10 diciembre 2014 a las 14:31


    I just finished syuitdng Stephen’s latest letter. It had been lovely. Not only the articles, even so the long-lost (neglected?) knowledge. This sort of a joy to read through an actual letter. Exact with all the other people. There is something diverse regarding it. Substantially distinct. Emails can reveal all sorts of incredible stories, views, ideas, (even photographs!) however the brain scans them. Even if email messages are read more than and over all over again. The brain automatically diminishes them and relegates them to some handful of notches previously mentioned a fax. But a letter. Checking the mail and seeing an envelope. Now that’s some thing. Especially if it truly is just one that a single has become awaiting for. It feels like an ingot staying injected into your spine. There is certainly a physical reaction. There exists a ritual to opening a letter. It does not deserve to become torn open while in the post office or even the car. Not these letters. They’re for someplace else. Someplace the place a person can shell out the time, engaged in a ritual. This morning I walked outside with Stephen’s letter. I looked on the trees. Up in the sky. Breathed in slow. Exhaled even slower. Seems like it really is about to rain so I went inside. Poured 1/2 glass of almond milk and then sat down within the couch. The light from the window was enough. A moment later my favourite (residing) cat jumped up and sat upcoming to me. He loves me. Usually has. The some others really like me, way too, but quite a few of these just are living below. It is just a boarding property. But this a person. We’ve a partnership. We talk to him. He talks back. He knows he is special. I looked with the envelope. I slowly opened it. I leisurely took out the contents and unfolded it. No rush. I even took a moment to pet my feline companion since he went outside of his method to sit with me. He assumed about what he was intending to do. He processed the ideas. I will sit around the couch, up coming to my dad. If he could make the selection to sit with me, and occur to me, and expend time with me, vs. all of the wonderful important things he could be executing with his time, then he at least justifies for me to spend a moment to speak with him, and rub his back again. He does not not determine what is from the envelope. But he does know that I took enough time to perform anything that I rarely do. Sit down. Sit again. Slow down. Cats understand this. Cats are smart sufficient to try and do this. They established an example that most people rarely follow. That may be, people who really should follow the example. Not people with absolutely nothing to undertake, but folks with also substantially to complete. Who should require the time to recharge their batteries. After a moment, I stopped petting him but I kept my elbow on him, and produced positive I kept touching him with my arm, mainly because to him that may be plenty of. He likes to learn that I’m right here. Cats like to hear our voices when we talk to them. Cats like to be touched. Some people meditate. A lot of people do yoga. Many people sit in the beach and close their eyes. I’m not positive if any of those things have much more value then just sitting that has a cat and hearing your feline mate purr. Cats are special. Letters in the mail are special. And so there I used to be. I leaned back. Looked at the letter. And began to go through.