tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1326354290837866942012-02-18T15:55:59.480+01:00están mis dibujosGwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-19036032880466540802009-06-26T20:38:00.004+02:002009-06-26T20:50:19.531+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SkUWqHOznKI/AAAAAAAAB9o/zaz5Z0O0nRg/s1600-h/abs_fulla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SkUWqHOznKI/AAAAAAAAB9o/zaz5Z0O0nRg/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-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-1903603288046654080?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-89197754318195426442009-03-20T18:55:00.005+01:002009-03-20T19:17:56.338+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/ScPZAbBtHgI/AAAAAAAAB54/AtBLJVGIrYA/s1600-h/abstr+dialec2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/ScPZAbBtHgI/AAAAAAAAB54/AtBLJVGIrYA/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/ScPatuXyt5I/AAAAAAAAB6A/fygtqpUR5rk/s1600-h/abstr+dialec1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/ScPatuXyt5I/AAAAAAAAB6A/fygtqpUR5rk/s400/abstr+dialec1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315332464304109458" border="0" /></a><br /><br />.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8919775431819542644?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-73712659595917487092009-02-13T00:54:00.005+01:002009-02-13T01:09:31.848+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SZS5ECcwhhI/AAAAAAAAB4U/AN6N3JbLzsQ/s1600-h/abstr+kronos+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SZS5ECcwhhI/AAAAAAAAB4U/AN6N3JbLzsQ/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 />Benedetti<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-7371265959591748709?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/ST3UUDV4i1I/AAAAAAAABH4/ioG75kVOaKg/s1600-h/abs+edifici.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/ST3UUDV4i1I/AAAAAAAABH4/ioG75kVOaKg/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-3029117799637690199?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-89388404099979497342008-05-21T11:43:00.008+02:002008-12-27T22:28:55.685+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SDPv8Ji294I/AAAAAAAAAvE/YWI2Idpt8QM/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="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SDPv8Ji294I/AAAAAAAAAvE/YWI2Idpt8QM/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8938840409997949734?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-31522737382247169102008-02-23T19:19:00.008+01:002009-06-26T20:51:18.299+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVs0T_d9IkI/AAAAAAAABuw/RjqV0lKhfO4/s1600-h/abstracto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVs0T_d9IkI/AAAAAAAABuw/RjqV0lKhfO4/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-3152273738224716910?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com107tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-25145606987938170932008-02-17T02:09:00.006+01:002008-12-09T02:10:08.363+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/R7eJjVGKxDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LzBUn8jpIks/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/R7eJjVGKxDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LzBUn8jpIks/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-2514560698793817093?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-35621499978197896192007-12-31T15:10:00.005+01:002008-12-09T02:38:00.706+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/R3j5D1s2BOI/AAAAAAAAAic/Aq9TOIXR6ow/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="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/R3j5D1s2BOI/AAAAAAAAAic/Aq9TOIXR6ow/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-3562149997819789619?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-86872577657056373592007-12-19T10:59:00.004+01:002008-12-31T09:55:51.255+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVszUiMspXI/AAAAAAAABuo/D_m9a1x5y_A/s1600-h/Mediterr%C3%A1nea3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVszUiMspXI/AAAAAAAABuo/D_m9a1x5y_A/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8687257765705637359?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-34264807801672838102007-12-16T09:37:00.002+01:002008-12-09T02:21:31.420+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/R2TlxFs2BFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pyQqW3wspQQ/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/R2TlxFs2BFI/AAAAAAAAAhU/pyQqW3wspQQ/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-3426480780167283810?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-3657831471966101342007-12-02T16:17:00.002+01:002008-12-31T09:49:01.456+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsx-A5CUxI/AAAAAAAABug/Iz4Or2yY8hk/s1600-h/cruce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsx-A5CUxI/AAAAAAAABug/Iz4Or2yY8hk/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-365783147196610134?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-86440616093191109122007-11-17T12:17:00.001+01:002008-12-31T09:48:06.572+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsxwiTViCI/AAAAAAAABuY/nK53jgF1Uvk/s1600-h/vips_Lola.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsxwiTViCI/AAAAAAAABuY/nK53jgF1Uvk/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8644061609319110912?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-73689333264985171792007-11-12T10:55:00.001+01:002008-08-02T12:53:05.310+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RzgjPZMmHpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7YvD3E2PFKU/s1600-h/ori_fuerza_destino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131890522757406354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RzgjPZMmHpI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7YvD3E2PFKU/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-7368933326498517179?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-54794044138990632182007-11-08T23:51:00.004+01:002008-12-31T09:47:08.366+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsxh3uXvHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/lI9oUkbbaP8/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsxh3uXvHI/AAAAAAAABuQ/lI9oUkbbaP8/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-5479404413899063218?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-62437302786017299682007-10-30T08:42:00.004+01:002008-12-09T02:37:29.126+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RymoPeAMnBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RjnU3MvB6p8/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RymoPeAMnBI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RjnU3MvB6p8/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-6243730278601729968?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-81407146642383693652007-10-18T10:24:00.000+02:002007-12-19T11:15:05.613+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcYZyEk5_I/AAAAAAAAAak/4a_RFIgbl5k/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcYZyEk5_I/AAAAAAAAAak/4a_RFIgbl5k/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8140714664238369365?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-18292518190869092422007-10-12T16:21:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:24:29.290+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/Rw-DoLyGmcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7vwqHJeaQq8/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="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/Rw-DoLyGmcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7vwqHJeaQq8/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-1829251819086909242?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-80112334548628418232007-09-21T12:57:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:25:20.171+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcRriEk56I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FainHtK7HbM/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="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcRriEk56I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/FainHtK7HbM/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8011233454862841823?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-47834980481573451872007-08-20T13:05:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:26:11.843+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/Rsl1oqPP7JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wSnc2rXCvxI/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/Rsl1oqPP7JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wSnc2rXCvxI/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-4783498048157345187?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-74393757805919901742007-07-29T11:37:00.003+02:002008-12-31T09:46:10.364+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsxTTylFNI/AAAAAAAABuI/4IQ73mykZDI/s1600-h/carta_esperando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsxTTylFNI/AAAAAAAABuI/4IQ73mykZDI/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-7439375780591990174?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-16300751339851570792007-07-29T11:30:00.001+02:002008-12-31T09:44:33.716+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsw1n0sUaI/AAAAAAAABuA/U0DVW0Nbtws/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="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsw1n0sUaI/AAAAAAAABuA/U0DVW0Nbtws/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-1630075133985157079?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-87743490113513869552007-07-29T11:24:00.002+02:002008-12-31T09:41:52.791+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVswS3-hM7I/AAAAAAAABt4/IEwy6MdsEfM/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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVswS3-hM7I/AAAAAAAABt4/IEwy6MdsEfM/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8774349011351386955?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-27592439857738744112007-07-29T11:18:00.001+02:002008-12-31T09:40:54.581+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVswEVdBuPI/AAAAAAAABtw/dndVUbcWrAg/s1600-h/vips_Sophie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVswEVdBuPI/AAAAAAAABtw/dndVUbcWrAg/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-2759243985773874411?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-27370116804164477402007-07-29T11:09:00.000+02:002007-12-04T08:20:37.555+01:00<strong><em></em></strong><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcS4yEk57I/AAAAAAAAAaE/WXzTwzoW7T0/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcS4yEk57I/AAAAAAAAAaE/WXzTwzoW7T0/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-2737011680416447740?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-48969704144429826932007-07-15T19:49:00.000+02:002007-12-04T08:22:40.075+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcT1yEk58I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6pjnMfCt5KY/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcT1yEk58I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6pjnMfCt5KY/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><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-4896970414442982693?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-45255159559570257032007-07-13T18:41:00.002+02:002008-12-09T02:30:36.363+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RpercKbq7cI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v_O7igCyPY0/s1600-h/Duquessa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086722804463365570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RpercKbq7cI/AAAAAAAAAPk/v_O7igCyPY0/s400/Duquessa.jpg" width="435" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em>de la colección: sistemas</em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">sobre un poema de Pere Gimferrer</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>..hi ha un poema possible<br />sobre la duquessa morta a Ekaterinenburg,<br />i quan es mou el sol vermell a les finestres, jo recordo els seus ulls blaus.</em></strong><br /></span><strong><br /></span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-4525515955957025703?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-54587256845571109962007-07-08T10:53:00.000+02:002007-11-12T11:05:45.848+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcV2CEk59I/AAAAAAAAAaU/xeM9HAuOz-o/s1600-h/Vips_Rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122587119170414546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RxcV2CEk59I/AAAAAAAAAaU/xeM9HAuOz-o/s400/Vips_Rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong><em>fragmento de la serie: los vips del alma mía.</em></strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Vip: 出典: フリー百科事典『ウィキペディア</strong><br /></span></em><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-5458725684557110996?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-29014450655818120632007-07-05T12:39:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:31:57.685+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RozKcpy5yGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/I3awtEFEFvY/s1600-h/la_poesia_es-fragmento-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083660672998951010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RozKcpy5yGI/AAAAAAAAAOM/I3awtEFEFvY/s400/la_poesia_es-fragmento-.jpg" width="400" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em>fragmento de la serie: los olvidados</em></strong></div><div><br /></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">"...es muy triste de pedir, pero más triste es de robar"</span></strong></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-2901445065581812063?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-67172061830047528492007-07-03T01:15:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:33:37.276+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RomKW5y5yCI/AAAAAAAAANs/r7rR38VxGnw/s1600-h/olvidados3_redimensionar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082745780540393506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="376" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RomKW5y5yCI/AAAAAAAAANs/r7rR38VxGnw/s400/olvidados3_redimensionar.JPG" width="436" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p><strong><em>de la serie: los olvidados</em></strong></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">solos en la casa vacía, abríamos los armarios...</span></strong></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-6717206183004752849?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-25011013118683485992007-06-29T22:23:00.002+02:002008-12-31T09:39:47.600+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsvz8RmPJI/AAAAAAAABto/YWfw_M2b-YU/s1600-h/vips_Martina.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsvz8RmPJI/AAAAAAAABto/YWfw_M2b-YU/s400/vips_Martina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285871157049179282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>fragmento de la serie: los vips del alma mía</em></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Martina: origen latino, significado: guerrera, lucidez y claridad de mente, unida a la rapidez de juicio y la capacidad de visión predictiva apoyada en su magnífica intuición. Goza más en la conquista que en la posesión, cumple sus objetivos con firmeza y decisión.</strong></em> </span><p></p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-2501101311868348599?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-7315150004760970792007-06-29T16:06:00.000+02:002007-06-29T22:27:28.255+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoUSA5y5xzI/AAAAAAAAALw/_KOgcJWKiZ8/s1600-h/carta_guardada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081487561281095474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoUSA5y5xzI/AAAAAAAAALw/_KOgcJWKiZ8/s400/carta_guardada.jpg" width="419" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><em>de la serie: cartas.</em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">cartas que guardadas se agujerean, enmohecen y la tinta agoniza</span></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#ffffff;">.que guardadas se agujerean, enmohecen, la tinta agoniza,</span></em></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-731515000476097079?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-69002332215201295782007-06-28T22:24:00.001+02:002009-01-03T16:53:16.337+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RpCkEpy5yKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bB3GzpVhrmc/s1600-h/olvidados.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084744379147077794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RpCkEpy5yKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bB3GzpVhrmc/s400/olvidados.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoQpWJy5xuI/AAAAAAAAALI/x_5Ar9s-WZI/s1600-h/olvidados2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081231740144043746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoQpWJy5xuI/AAAAAAAAALI/x_5Ar9s-WZI/s400/olvidados2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SV-JvYoWGeI/AAAAAAAABwg/rocWEHi7LG8/s1600-h/olvidados.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SV-JvYoWGeI/AAAAAAAABwg/rocWEHi7LG8/s400/olvidados.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287095934714780130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><em>fragmentos de la serie: los olvidados.</em></strong><br /><br /></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">morir sin morir y vivir sin la vida, es el más arduo milagro propuesto por la fe. </span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Emily Dickinson</span></strong><br /><strong></strong></em><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><strong><em>.</em></strong> </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-6900233221520129578?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-87979467699560567192007-06-27T22:24:00.000+02:002007-12-19T11:25:09.560+01:00<p><strong><em></em></strong><strong><em></em></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080843092848395954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoLH35y5xrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/d12y4hIVpx8/s400/n%C3%BA.JPG" width="400" border="0" /> </p><p><br /><strong><em>de la serie: sistemas<br /></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">se vistió de desnuda y se creyó que era la Maja</span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-8797946769956056719?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-68048040772949949722007-06-27T19:10:00.001+02:002008-12-09T02:36:41.249+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoKd35y5xqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RFjP-hiadkg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080796913360029346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoKd35y5xqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RFjP-hiadkg/s400/collage.jpg" width="340" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em>de la serie: los vips</em> d<em>el alma mía</em></strong>.<br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">su vida es un collage</span></strong></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">, </span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-6804804077294994972?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-35204575592937448722007-06-27T17:11:00.000+02:002007-10-12T16:44:30.931+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoGLBdsExVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7ctlm4rjt5A/s1600-h/madonna.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080494711916250450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/RoGLBdsExVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7ctlm4rjt5A/s400/madonna.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><em> de la serie: sistemas</em><br /></strong><div><strong><em>sobre un poema de Pere Gimferrer "Sistemas". </em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><em></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><em></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><em></em><div><br /><em></em></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"i quan es mou el sol vermell a les finestres, jo recordo els seus ulls blaus"<br /></em><em>-y cuando se mueve el rojo sol delante de las ventanas, yo recuerdo sus ojos azúles-</em></span></strong></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"><strong>.</strong></span></em></div><div><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></em></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>.""</strong></em></span></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-3520457559293744872?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132635429083786694.post-20839106562752908652007-06-26T23:52:00.003+02:002008-12-31T09:35:54.178+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsu4zz2xOI/AAAAAAAABtg/UN50wwhSHpQ/s1600-h/homenatge_Brossa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TU0vavwqOAU/SVsu4zz2xOI/AAAAAAAABtg/UN50wwhSHpQ/s400/homenatge_Brossa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285870141164668130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Funcionario: ¿Profesión?</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Poeta: Poeta.</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Funcionario: ¿Paleta?</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Poeta: Hombre, no, paleta, no.</strong></em><br /><em><strong>Funcionario: Da igual, no se preocupe; pondremos en el DNI: jornalero. </strong></em><br /><em><strong>Poeta: Y yo le dejé hacer, vaya que sí .</strong></em><br /><em><strong></strong></em><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><em><strong>.</strong></em></span><br /><em></em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/132635429083786694-2083910656275290865?l=debajodeljarronazul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Gwynettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03509909406372387834noreply@blogger.com5