tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326354290837866942024-03-05T22:34:55.794+01:00debajo del jarrón azulestán mis dibujosGwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-19036032880466540802009-06-26T20:38:00.004+02:002009-06-26T20:50:19.531+02:00hoja...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kAI7mEZMqb1ggQ8SDw77b7vkwva2N9D6GA467kgEYURiml93ILwzRUcBiRcRLdtCJaWn-qTEXSNhQRG_kRy_NWxgO9eESzaxR2M_rtQqPcoHDdSEydkFTiTCsEM2zcBLndZ1YkPdDUg/s1600-h/abs_fulla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kAI7mEZMqb1ggQ8SDw77b7vkwva2N9D6GA467kgEYURiml93ILwzRUcBiRcRLdtCJaWn-qTEXSNhQRG_kRy_NWxgO9eESzaxR2M_rtQqPcoHDdSEydkFTiTCsEM2zcBLndZ1YkPdDUg/s400/abs_fulla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351708644951170210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(196, 202, 212);font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span>Creo que una <b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">hoja</b> de hierba, no es menos<br />que el día de trabajo de las estrellas,<br />y que una hormiga es perfecta,<br />y un grano de arena,<br />y el huevo del régulo,<br />son igualmente perfectos,<br />y que la rana es una obra maestra,<br />digna de los señalados,<br />y que la zarzamora podría adornar,<br />los salones del paraíso,<br />y que la articulación más pequeña de mi mano,<br />avergüenza a las máquinas,<br />y que la vaca que pasta, con su cabeza gacha,<br />supera todas las estatuas,<br />y que un ratón es milagro suficiente,<br />como para hacer dudar,<br />a seis trillones de infieles.<br />(...)<br />Walt whitman<br />-una hoja de hierba-Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-89197754318195426442009-03-20T18:55:00.005+01:002009-03-20T19:17:56.338+01:00damas de día, damas de noche...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32t7oGT3sSEaRrwGAtvkQv2W5DJhHk661ivFkKlTt9RyJ1uc96aRTjiNZzRvuT_KCEjKJxflIjMre6yRfPnS1PLuzthm_DbRXrG52lo9WB-ivDpRJ5oYutbgPgUWqxy9znheKhUZX5Nw/s1600-h/abstr+dialec2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32t7oGT3sSEaRrwGAtvkQv2W5DJhHk661ivFkKlTt9RyJ1uc96aRTjiNZzRvuT_KCEjKJxflIjMre6yRfPnS1PLuzthm_DbRXrG52lo9WB-ivDpRJ5oYutbgPgUWqxy9znheKhUZX5Nw/s400/abstr+dialec2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315330586505453058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tres damas ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> describo hoy a tres damas</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">y no por sus retratos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">aunque sí por sus palabras.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(...)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tres damas sobre un tablero</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">de cuadros azules, púrpuras y blanquecinos.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Colores etéreos que declaran cortejos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Solamente tres damas una niña, una joven</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">y la que más quiero</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tres fueron las damas.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">fueron,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">desde y en este tablero.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Teresa Royo</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKe53emoDUYhIma94YYTorL70H8c-0O-xIyTlr3tmtV0RtfbNd9MSOlX-iqsHiqZexhd3D4cs8zYzbNmslPAxMNbztXqfLGQNis-m5STArQiw-SBiizIaLtoJNF64sV8NOXzEeZwWAAL4/s1600-h/abstr+dialec1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKe53emoDUYhIma94YYTorL70H8c-0O-xIyTlr3tmtV0RtfbNd9MSOlX-iqsHiqZexhd3D4cs8zYzbNmslPAxMNbztXqfLGQNis-m5STArQiw-SBiizIaLtoJNF64sV8NOXzEeZwWAAL4/s400/abstr+dialec1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315332464304109458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />.Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-73712659595917487092009-02-13T00:54:00.005+01:002009-02-13T01:09:31.848+01:00huevo frito del tiempo..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazVagwc2JcOXo9I77YB6rXFB8t2tmMzoRxCYue0zR2W7-ky6w1PVUEQH8gkmWThuL2XuUA7mZRRYeyOvsfyGt1f6xTLCUjagy5eUdhD_4bsDZalOhyeuZWmq3eG-QwurwPY_mijFiAZA/s1600-h/abstr+kronos+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazVagwc2JcOXo9I77YB6rXFB8t2tmMzoRxCYue0zR2W7-ky6w1PVUEQH8gkmWThuL2XuUA7mZRRYeyOvsfyGt1f6xTLCUjagy5eUdhD_4bsDZalOhyeuZWmq3eG-QwurwPY_mijFiAZA/s320/abstr+kronos+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302066140350023186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Preciso tiempo necesito ese tiempo<br />que otros dejan abandonado<br />porque les sobra o ya no saben<br />que hacer con él<br />tiempo<br />en blanco<br />en rojo<br />en verde<br />hasta en castaño oscuro<br />no me importa el color<br />cándido tiempo<br />que yo no puedo abrir<br />y cerrar<br />como una puerta<br />(...)<br />BenedettiGwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-30291177996376901992008-12-09T03:10:00.007+01:002008-12-27T22:28:04.402+01:00edificios<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbapng0iMpOIiFiEW-ulrmvWu1C2xQJMUyZ8hq1hZfKLG_12IhhY6Z1vG1O7wC3jGbO3Z0nZA_K5P4cGIWRtGzy6XstOzlO2hxbfWMrpFfkOYr-kT89bpVjZ0vgErJEN8kPB2Qy2j3i1Y/s1600-h/abs+edifici.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbapng0iMpOIiFiEW-ulrmvWu1C2xQJMUyZ8hq1hZfKLG_12IhhY6Z1vG1O7wC3jGbO3Z0nZA_K5P4cGIWRtGzy6XstOzlO2hxbfWMrpFfkOYr-kT89bpVjZ0vgErJEN8kPB2Qy2j3i1Y/s400/abs+edifici.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277607779307653970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Taquimecanógrafas a diez dólares la semana redactan las cartas de los abogados de empresa, de los ingenieros y administrativos, y son toneladas las cartas que salen en paquetes del edificio rumbo a todos los confines de la tierra.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sonrisas y lágrimas de las oficinistas entran en el alma del </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">edificio, igual que las de los dueños que rigen sus destinos</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">PPPpP,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Poemas de Chicago<br />Carl Sandburg </strong></span>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-89388404099979497342008-05-21T11:43:00.008+02:002008-12-27T22:28:55.685+01:00los últimos guerreros<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcP0Eq5oFhreDNc-_XU7xaFN370Lr-eqK1fjl7VYLrcVEgI8_-KNDQg9KlGE6Q65OV0upnOf4G69-gpZ98mcxh84NYHckYQAYKJEfvViHfK4jnVRfhaLt_kSnnWqCzNIhWbql0Y-BzPbQ/s1600-h/etnico.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202765811176372098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 384px; height: 278px;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcP0Eq5oFhreDNc-_XU7xaFN370Lr-eqK1fjl7VYLrcVEgI8_-KNDQg9KlGE6Q65OV0upnOf4G69-gpZ98mcxh84NYHckYQAYKJEfvViHfK4jnVRfhaLt_kSnnWqCzNIhWbql0Y-BzPbQ/s400/etnico.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><em><br /></em></strong><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><em>fragmento de la serie: étnicos</em></strong></span><br /><br /><div><em>antes del combate</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></em></div></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-31522737382247169102008-02-23T19:19:00.008+01:002009-06-26T20:51:18.299+02:00abstracto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDOxi1JYtONwEnc66EFhBSk75uldffkiyYC8wpGne0AN8gUacsFZJBNWKmcOWFQ5PE2Y6NafKlRl7u-wquJX17JUcRe-HyAk2KJ_gXgLIn00EkJvInMU4PStHXs4VH32-BJiY-2qwB2Q/s1600-h/abstracto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrDOxi1JYtONwEnc66EFhBSk75uldffkiyYC8wpGne0AN8gUacsFZJBNWKmcOWFQ5PE2Y6NafKlRl7u-wquJX17JUcRe-HyAk2KJ_gXgLIn00EkJvInMU4PStHXs4VH32-BJiY-2qwB2Q/s400/abstracto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285876105708642882" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em> </div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">abstracto -del latín «abstractio». Aislamiento-</span></strong></em></div><div></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.<br /></span><br /></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com67tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-25145606987938170932008-02-17T02:09:00.006+01:002008-12-09T02:10:08.363+01:00vaso<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNT1RsabtkpmB5Ur5ZQbvH3S-EW5Jte3YkoTcYCo1HptpCNmO39X4vXUMfCGm6xQECJ6-T-hsgls5HMVFKZR1cO2-Z5yLwGyxvxDxeU4FA0pHHVX_o1xmNXUuo8DhBEydku7tyeJxYPY/s1600-h/bebi_de_tu_vaso.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167750337482376242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="375" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNT1RsabtkpmB5Ur5ZQbvH3S-EW5Jte3YkoTcYCo1HptpCNmO39X4vXUMfCGm6xQECJ6-T-hsgls5HMVFKZR1cO2-Z5yLwGyxvxDxeU4FA0pHHVX_o1xmNXUuo8DhBEydku7tyeJxYPY/s400/bebi_de_tu_vaso.jpg" width="369" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Bebí de tu copa, después de tu boca, caíste en mi vaso y después en mis brazos. </em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Dejamos que fuera cayendo la noche despacio...</em></strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-35621499978197896192007-12-31T15:10:00.005+01:002008-12-09T02:38:00.706+01:00cubana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG30ed9Uvdem-d0A9I1D6Xeyn0zEZjvCk8-FQZKqoJQCNkKMgvLiLMy0z6dSuPU7QZOAaty6WYrCJvIJgFIZc4kJKUyF-z_LkrgLgLa2LqllUhH2IFkljcEUnA8L2Pq_gTRAwxGrszXm0/s1600-h/Cuba.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150140018248254690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 552px; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG30ed9Uvdem-d0A9I1D6Xeyn0zEZjvCk8-FQZKqoJQCNkKMgvLiLMy0z6dSuPU7QZOAaty6WYrCJvIJgFIZc4kJKUyF-z_LkrgLgLa2LqllUhH2IFkljcEUnA8L2Pq_gTRAwxGrszXm0/s400/Cuba.jpg" width="426" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Cuba quiero bailar la salsa Cuba quiero bailar la salsa You dance to the music like nobody does The first time I saw you I knew it was love...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">fragmento de la serie: étnicos</span></span><br /></span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:85%;" >.</span></em></strong></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:85%;" >.</span></em></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-86872577657056373592007-12-19T10:59:00.004+01:002008-12-31T09:55:51.255+01:00mediterránea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXUrDkaYtyuLDO9_FziAPRwI-m82p04WVKBBGtkqgS8gZuNH9emZ9ooNCU4NcceKCn95lZmodqcEsGauYVpSvRemMlIyxrDl7QRTziQHogIak19RBU824LrpPD_D8C6-GzGNNjQIXknA/s1600-h/Mediterr%C3%A1nea3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEXUrDkaYtyuLDO9_FziAPRwI-m82p04WVKBBGtkqgS8gZuNH9emZ9ooNCU4NcceKCn95lZmodqcEsGauYVpSvRemMlIyxrDl7QRTziQHogIak19RBU824LrpPD_D8C6-GzGNNjQIXknA/s400/Mediterr%C3%A1nea3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285875015519872370" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em>de la serie: Mediterráneo</em></strong></div><div></div><div><strong></strong></div><em><strong></strong></em><div><em><strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Quando ti metterai in viaggio per Itaca devi augurarti che la strada sia lunga fertile in avventure e in esperienze...</span></strong></em></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Kavafis</strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" ><em><strong>,</strong></em></span><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >,</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-34264807801672838102007-12-16T09:37:00.002+01:002008-12-09T02:21:31.420+01:00mediterránea 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyhtOOCYXqSmcfSUUHq5iTqPpIem4TobNLY21YmRoBqhTZYcs0HzbG1W-4vKtkrcjHKVm2JK-xfFv-53FAxCLLW58C0D6zGX9KE0Z1S2xUbNfRdnO2eFaWH7yVDZpciPtKXjOA1uZKNo/s1600-h/Mediterr%C3%A1nea2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144489305870566482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyhtOOCYXqSmcfSUUHq5iTqPpIem4TobNLY21YmRoBqhTZYcs0HzbG1W-4vKtkrcjHKVm2JK-xfFv-53FAxCLLW58C0D6zGX9KE0Z1S2xUbNfRdnO2eFaWH7yVDZpciPtKXjOA1uZKNo/s400/Mediterr%C3%A1nea2.jpg" width="300" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><strong></strong></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><em><strong>de la serie: Mediterráneo</strong></em><br /></span><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Y a mi enterradme sin duelo entre la playa y el cielo.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">En la ladera de un monte, más alto que el horizonte.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Quiero tener buena vista.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Mi cuerpo será camino, le daré verde a los pinos y amarillo a la genista.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Cerca del mar. Porque yo, nací en el Mediterráneo</span>.</strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Serrat</span></strong></em><br /><strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-3657831471966101342007-12-02T16:17:00.002+01:002008-12-31T09:49:01.456+01:00cruce de caminos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfFYWXi0ICDYAAmbrIMoJIT7DmrBH-pY9AXSre4rntWFoJ2C6AOBikwU7IagrKcHi_QNQ5wxS-oOx0p2YITtR0UTYGsgTpTA8zSNH05geadqQAq61p3OrHtMiHNZ8g7r72v4wjFQ30dQ/s1600-h/cruce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfFYWXi0ICDYAAmbrIMoJIT7DmrBH-pY9AXSre4rntWFoJ2C6AOBikwU7IagrKcHi_QNQ5wxS-oOx0p2YITtR0UTYGsgTpTA8zSNH05geadqQAq61p3OrHtMiHNZ8g7r72v4wjFQ30dQ/s400/cruce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285873529110287122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">la frontera que pesa más que el vacío...</span></strong></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></em></strong></div></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-86440616093191109122007-11-17T12:17:00.001+01:002008-12-31T09:48:06.572+01:00lola<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDR6vuc8cv5kDztBSyi79reahN7poUlDrQsTAPWEvsm-o2xWNPrLMTzLqrkns4ei6oXlvOfQzLKzWm2-MR_JIEEwIA3AzsoNxZ-eU4zWg6pCZtDfgyOFBhwH0NudlwtTBBOSu37jYlJ8/s1600-h/vips_Lola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMDR6vuc8cv5kDztBSyi79reahN7poUlDrQsTAPWEvsm-o2xWNPrLMTzLqrkns4ei6oXlvOfQzLKzWm2-MR_JIEEwIA3AzsoNxZ-eU4zWg6pCZtDfgyOFBhwH0NudlwtTBBOSu37jYlJ8/s400/vips_Lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285873297560799266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Se llama Lola y tiene historia, aunque más que historia sea un poema. Su vida entera pasó buscando noches de gloria como alma en pena. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Café Quijano</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><div><br /></div><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></span></em></p><em></em>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-73689333264985171792007-11-12T10:55:00.001+01:002008-08-02T12:53:05.310+02:00la força del destí<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQL4-sKWlYduQ-IOkS-cM6xLRUNmD3b3Y9hMziwoN0bLcpsuan2di7-9McQGHJK8yGZ-gJbKNew7g1CLSbFXg1Geo4o8OjkqpqwjeGfWU9oTJ_fJeXFmaydVZa9mlgVcJQZddywHb2t6g/s1600-h/ori_fuerza_destino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131890522757406354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQL4-sKWlYduQ-IOkS-cM6xLRUNmD3b3Y9hMziwoN0bLcpsuan2di7-9McQGHJK8yGZ-gJbKNew7g1CLSbFXg1Geo4o8OjkqpqwjeGfWU9oTJ_fJeXFmaydVZa9mlgVcJQZddywHb2t6g/s400/ori_fuerza_destino.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Actúa en vez de suplicar. Si quieres conocer los milagros, hazlos tú antes. Sólo así podrá cumplirse tu peculiar destino.<br /></em></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Ludwig van Beethoven<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />fragmento de la serie: étnicos</span><br /></em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >.</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-54794044138990632182007-11-08T23:51:00.004+01:002008-12-31T09:47:08.366+01:00esboç de carta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXizpW1NOWvCK2TmLZmdg8Oi-Ap1-yHK-DvIE9lLRGaW29fyD0FRwA_FlZRZGQgdM_DMxt_EgLUCKI2PsMNCvTOGRviFuDq_JAPo8TTEfVoPWUYhCF3kxcxgRpovtac30OSmV-sGxpvk/s1600-h/carta_esbo%C3%A7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXizpW1NOWvCK2TmLZmdg8Oi-Ap1-yHK-DvIE9lLRGaW29fyD0FRwA_FlZRZGQgdM_DMxt_EgLUCKI2PsMNCvTOGRviFuDq_JAPo8TTEfVoPWUYhCF3kxcxgRpovtac30OSmV-sGxpvk/s400/carta_esbo%C3%A7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285873045613296754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Dejaré esta carta esperándola, sería sórdido que el correo se la entregara alguna clara mañana de París. </span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Cortázar</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >.</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-62437302786017299682007-10-30T08:42:00.004+01:002008-12-09T02:37:29.126+01:00muro urbano<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7uGwWO7wCOcastMh-ijvgU-RRLaUJ5vyBnjKGT6jaNJtHlTKdgKwlnKM72s0mjUeRFLzCgUJ78tpR_KcLW0S0QvzsS4bSkWTXBavJk7GmLpdQq_u7Jj0KSET5VjejS__-QTqjD3Q6Vs/s1600-h/urbanita2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127814634443414546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 456px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7uGwWO7wCOcastMh-ijvgU-RRLaUJ5vyBnjKGT6jaNJtHlTKdgKwlnKM72s0mjUeRFLzCgUJ78tpR_KcLW0S0QvzsS4bSkWTXBavJk7GmLpdQq_u7Jj0KSET5VjejS__-QTqjD3Q6Vs/s400/urbanita2.jpg" width="430" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Si pudiera elegir mi paisaje de cosas memorables, mi paisaje de otoño desolado, elegiría, robaría esta calle que es anterior a mí y a todos. </span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Benedetti</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></em></strong></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div></div></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-81407146642383693652007-10-18T10:24:00.000+02:002007-12-19T11:15:05.613+01:00onírico<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5I5MB_hP-EQWMiJxT1WpyukTTwm7BdQC_PSO2M_-TnQ4sGCEFuwJ6o739y9nb0Rj-MdcBLiBtNZpUjOfLQtBtbzWr1e6gdcWqU3qMGaSqikdARWH92vUgqcDeLgN1doQIJFU4S8Wqm9I/s1600-h/sue%C3%B1os.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122589932373993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5I5MB_hP-EQWMiJxT1WpyukTTwm7BdQC_PSO2M_-TnQ4sGCEFuwJ6o739y9nb0Rj-MdcBLiBtNZpUjOfLQtBtbzWr1e6gdcWqU3qMGaSqikdARWH92vUgqcDeLgN1doQIJFU4S8Wqm9I/s400/sue%C3%B1os.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong>de los sueños o relativo a ellos</strong></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-18292518190869092422007-10-12T16:21:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:24:29.290+01:00al filo de la medianoche.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJAv5wNiuvhOMVAJuJr2Y-sNxgPDhTa4X-3ptKGsiB06F6QF4YErOfhoLLpy-vOccgdAMW96caG10zAOm505WxITZIx00iFRDIMPH1zD1hGSmwX2qs6N7_My5cobwDPyTUXj1mhFdSsc/s1600-h/original_gabardina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120456027724487106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJAv5wNiuvhOMVAJuJr2Y-sNxgPDhTa4X-3ptKGsiB06F6QF4YErOfhoLLpy-vOccgdAMW96caG10zAOm505WxITZIx00iFRDIMPH1zD1hGSmwX2qs6N7_My5cobwDPyTUXj1mhFdSsc/s400/original_gabardina.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong>de la serie: cartas</strong><br /><br /></em></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>No se si soy yo, o una arruga de mi gabardina...</strong></em></span></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Alonso de Molina</strong></span></em></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-80112334548628418232007-09-21T12:57:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:25:20.171+01:00diurno doliente<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17MItkJUTzWwWhatLoRNOv2FugEM0t7lkb8QgIDjYz5N9GFDStvyV20XPE96zQQT2Dfc0UDc63fL_3Q_AFCOedyUq4n9yT5UxbvsOaT1x5Xwr1or_aWXDGnLJ85BYgNJ07SC8iSczG3g/s1600-h/diurno_doliente.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122582540735276962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj17MItkJUTzWwWhatLoRNOv2FugEM0t7lkb8QgIDjYz5N9GFDStvyV20XPE96zQQT2Dfc0UDc63fL_3Q_AFCOedyUq4n9yT5UxbvsOaT1x5Xwr1or_aWXDGnLJ85BYgNJ07SC8iSczG3g/s400/diurno_doliente.jpg" width="306" border="0" /></a><em><strong> de la serie: los olvidados</strong></em><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>De mi lecho amarillo y de mi substancia estrellada, quién no es vecino y ausente a la vez? </strong><br /><strong>Neruda</strong></em><br /></span><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">:</span><br /><br /></em><em></em></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-47834980481573451872007-08-20T13:05:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:26:11.843+01:00cruzando palabras<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bf_KynYcmRGDM24YK50NnR18Kc5Cf-kWRZzKI5FcW5XI2CeMgPyfFUU8NM1V9ThGYP_uzoCnijaUqQI7tVB2rq-4TcJyiw61PtsYs_eJgPKJIiOn6PpsCfyWwfKC-sspDnirF33t9iU/s1600-h/cruzar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100737394367261842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_bf_KynYcmRGDM24YK50NnR18Kc5Cf-kWRZzKI5FcW5XI2CeMgPyfFUU8NM1V9ThGYP_uzoCnijaUqQI7tVB2rq-4TcJyiw61PtsYs_eJgPKJIiOn6PpsCfyWwfKC-sspDnirF33t9iU/s400/cruzar.jpg" width="327" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><strong>de la serie: cartas</strong></em></div><div></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Como una huella dactilar..</span> </em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-74393757805919901742007-07-29T11:37:00.003+02:002008-12-31T09:46:10.364+01:00resposta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Samue_pnhng1g_VBquDXbR_JyuE2YTXOU5fdA4F35UgUbfI39oxeQKJkzDHYZ3A30JRs9N7OFvZyYSenfLFQS-vvjIB6vs4ffCzqm1eSn37DS0zPuQXd1qLK-6baDgezRi5wjEji1Po/s1600-h/carta_esperando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Samue_pnhng1g_VBquDXbR_JyuE2YTXOU5fdA4F35UgUbfI39oxeQKJkzDHYZ3A30JRs9N7OFvZyYSenfLFQS-vvjIB6vs4ffCzqm1eSn37DS0zPuQXd1qLK-6baDgezRi5wjEji1Po/s400/carta_esperando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285872795449103570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>cartas escritas cuando crece la noche...</strong></em><br /></span><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></em></strong>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-16300751339851570792007-07-29T11:30:00.001+02:002008-12-31T09:44:33.716+01:00la isla soñada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtprdfd3ePx0aXSkDfG2XNtdutr996x5Ue0ybRWxC-JfREorgXVLPxMyLY4nE4fGr68AjG-kJKkoZxLXrUAwDlSDMqFPuMzWywOerzAJJxPwZ6oTgLqiWL0CK7rnNoFsFGJsn7QQ0OTM/s1600-h/la_isla_so%C3%B1ada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtprdfd3ePx0aXSkDfG2XNtdutr996x5Ue0ybRWxC-JfREorgXVLPxMyLY4nE4fGr68AjG-kJKkoZxLXrUAwDlSDMqFPuMzWywOerzAJJxPwZ6oTgLqiWL0CK7rnNoFsFGJsn7QQ0OTM/s400/la_isla_so%C3%B1ada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285872285430600098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">viviendo el presente</span></span><strong><br /></strong><p></p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.Vivie</span></p>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-87743490113513869552007-07-29T11:24:00.002+02:002008-12-31T09:41:52.791+01:00els banys turcs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7md0K8CqWk5v1d36gS6nlrytRw0YU0tGNbdIYkmJ12o7AGLYal0QWLntpZCKB3A-vydOj44MhTZptUXqnI3OFRAxzNQ9NTZfAnHan0QbPJ_6Ooo7WHe-0IwoRWmLdN3LXSlR0M1X6U8/s1600-h/ba%C3%B1os_turcos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi7md0K8CqWk5v1d36gS6nlrytRw0YU0tGNbdIYkmJ12o7AGLYal0QWLntpZCKB3A-vydOj44MhTZptUXqnI3OFRAxzNQ9NTZfAnHan0QbPJ_6Ooo7WHe-0IwoRWmLdN3LXSlR0M1X6U8/s400/ba%C3%B1os_turcos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285871688471360434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><strong><em>Estambul</em></strong></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">los hamams</span></strong></em> </p><p><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span></em></strong></p>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-27592439857738744112007-07-29T11:18:00.001+02:002008-12-31T09:40:54.581+01:00Sonie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7K0CvCdx25zaC85YaadSMNL0XtUMbNVRprksRX4kY5_-80LS0rl7WHzlaJASGgFLCUiMaQMXNFyRieXrocjqLjtC_Nb3KFWNBG2yif53eTboNf_eUB4tSxVSV6x2KHezeyD4aXWpKSQ/s1600-h/vips_Sophie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7K0CvCdx25zaC85YaadSMNL0XtUMbNVRprksRX4kY5_-80LS0rl7WHzlaJASGgFLCUiMaQMXNFyRieXrocjqLjtC_Nb3KFWNBG2yif53eTboNf_eUB4tSxVSV6x2KHezeyD4aXWpKSQ/s400/vips_Sophie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285871438685911282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><strong><em>de la serie: los vips del alma mía</em></strong></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>...sabemos la causa de su tristeza: la decepción</strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></em></p><p></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-27370116804164477402007-07-29T11:09:00.000+02:002007-12-04T08:20:37.555+01:00la Suri<strong><em></em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHnravHO5bPLGGKTKC4OZo5IbFoKgPzTjdTKUSnzMR5c8AE-RK3SdS7_a4RnoUjrgc9Nl9hBK4kwogZ8l9lHHWT3EMHCltzugUvSm45FDZJ03fOCmbMwKMAAXqnliLfy-mrf7mLihQT8/s1600-h/La-Suri.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122583867880171442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHnravHO5bPLGGKTKC4OZo5IbFoKgPzTjdTKUSnzMR5c8AE-RK3SdS7_a4RnoUjrgc9Nl9hBK4kwogZ8l9lHHWT3EMHCltzugUvSm45FDZJ03fOCmbMwKMAAXqnliLfy-mrf7mLihQT8/s400/La-Suri.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></strong><br /><div><strong><em>de la serie: los vips del alma mía</em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">...bucea entre peces de colores</span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>..</em></strong><strong><em>.</em></strong></span></div></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-48969704144429826932007-07-15T19:49:00.000+02:002007-12-04T08:22:40.075+01:00Daniel -o el fuego que enciende su mirada-<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp870hyg-N-X6MMWV1b8MtcwZOhp3tGG1Ug5EMP4k2-E7ok1lGEVXaPDlRA5S9o8NKkfEz1BmQND_Wq7g71B939WZqSo22bC6nPXlWWAb40ir02pFJM_LmmY8czzmqwrvxvLukd5CYhEk/s1600-h/la_mirada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122584915852191682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp870hyg-N-X6MMWV1b8MtcwZOhp3tGG1Ug5EMP4k2-E7ok1lGEVXaPDlRA5S9o8NKkfEz1BmQND_Wq7g71B939WZqSo22bC6nPXlWWAb40ir02pFJM_LmmY8czzmqwrvxvLukd5CYhEk/s400/la_mirada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong><em>de la serie: los vips del alma mia</em></strong></div><strong><em></em></strong><div><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">sus ojos multiplican el incendio de su mente</span></strong></em> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>.</em> .</span><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">us</span> ojos se multiplica por el incendio de su men</span></em></strong></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com11