tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36730325427987834542024-03-13T02:26:05.910+01:00desubicadasJuanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-57275063499013367432010-10-29T00:46:00.000+02:002010-10-29T00:47:49.936+02:00AZAFRAN<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TMn9Cf6U3vI/AAAAAAAAGoc/YNHxOV1AdSQ/s1600/azafran+(1).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533231836569067250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TMn9Cf6U3vI/AAAAAAAAGoc/YNHxOV1AdSQ/s640/azafran+(1).jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-55898493037044556902010-10-07T22:55:00.001+02:002010-10-07T22:55:52.848+02:00ELLA QUISO QUE VIVIERAS<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TK4ywPGb_qI/AAAAAAAAGj8/w958XV124HA/s1600/estampa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525409597098819234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TK4ywPGb_qI/AAAAAAAAGj8/w958XV124HA/s800/estampa.jpg" /></a> <div></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-29357650202492715382010-09-18T19:51:00.000+02:002010-09-18T19:53:18.413+02:00COLGABA<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TJT7tu7AVEI/AAAAAAAAGZU/DjTYLNaNHrQ/s1600/bola.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518312206543901762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TJT7tu7AVEI/AAAAAAAAGZU/DjTYLNaNHrQ/s640/bola.jpg" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-72072307550467903102010-06-13T13:04:00.000+02:002010-06-13T13:05:26.094+02:00Fantasía<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TBS6qcIW1cI/AAAAAAAAGEg/IKym6LbACMw/s1600/adivina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482211884685252034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/TBS6qcIW1cI/AAAAAAAAGEg/IKym6LbACMw/s640/adivina.jpg" border="0" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-16458706997001476642010-05-06T20:48:00.002+02:002010-05-06T20:49:18.239+02:00Serenidad<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S-MPCPgGS0I/AAAAAAAAF4E/v9IDdfN7C3g/s1600/libelula.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230903753231170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S-MPCPgGS0I/AAAAAAAAF4E/v9IDdfN7C3g/s640/libelula.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-40021013417958476242010-05-06T13:06:00.000+02:002010-05-06T13:10:14.731+02:00Expectante<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S-KbEf7IFTI/AAAAAAAAF30/uR5UQqjdcQg/s1600/_MG_6327.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468103399172478258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S-KbEf7IFTI/AAAAAAAAF30/uR5UQqjdcQg/s640/_MG_6327.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Foto con la que participo en la Kedada de mayo, temática bichos en <strong><a href="http://quedada-fotografica.blogspot.com/2010/05/ay-que-solica-estoy.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Quedada fotográfica de blogueros </span></a></strong></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-6633936630271611972010-04-26T18:38:00.000+02:002010-04-26T18:39:29.998+02:00La bicha<div align="justify"><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464477259239013922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S9W5HYAkPiI/AAAAAAAAFyE/65kCGT79hRM/s640/_MG_6522.jpg" border="0" /> </div><p></p><p>Más información en <strong><em><a href="http://marditosexif.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Marditos exif</span></a></em></strong></p>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-9158458341767048092010-04-25T18:43:00.000+02:002010-04-25T18:44:28.869+02:00No jodas con la camarita<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S9Rw03rXETI/AAAAAAAAFw0/beIKhbL-das/s1600/ara%C3%B1a+sobre+hoja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464116301508579634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S9Rw03rXETI/AAAAAAAAFw0/beIKhbL-das/s640/ara%C3%B1a+sobre+hoja.jpg" border="0" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-46926810467085450292010-04-18T23:18:00.003+02:002010-04-18T23:19:46.479+02:00Agua<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S8t3QdmykcI/AAAAAAAAFuM/5LgUWFwv61I/s1600/Agua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461590097825796546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S8t3QdmykcI/AAAAAAAAFuM/5LgUWFwv61I/s640/Agua.jpg" border="0" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-561035205343965592010-04-17T13:23:00.003+02:002010-04-17T13:27:52.248+02:00Un poco más de luz<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S8mZd0Br4aI/AAAAAAAAFt8/JH58NMywr5E/s1600/_MG_6349.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461064760624406946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S8mZd0Br4aI/AAAAAAAAFt8/JH58NMywr5E/s640/_MG_6349.jpg" border="0" /></a> No lucía el sol, así que tiré de luz artificial. Momentos.Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-52574421714924473802010-04-03T23:27:00.000+02:002010-04-03T23:28:57.017+02:00A plena luz de sol<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S7exzr-O7DI/AAAAAAAAFoY/WvTciGpKtoU/s1600/_MG_5628.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456024975117839410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S7exzr-O7DI/AAAAAAAAFoY/WvTciGpKtoU/s640/_MG_5628.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em> A plena luz de sol sucede el día,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>el día sol, el silencioso sello</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>extendido en los campos del camino.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Yo soy un hombre luz, con tanta rosa,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>con tanta claridad destinada</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>que llegaré a morirme de fulgor.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Y no divido el mundo en dos mitades,</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>en dos esferas negras o amarillas</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>sino que lo mantengo a plena luz</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>como una sola uva de topacio.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"><em><strong>Pablo Neruda</strong></em></span></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-49164760067851011852010-03-24T22:22:00.002+01:002010-03-24T22:27:00.938+01:00Partes de un todo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S6qCCUce8sI/AAAAAAAAFkg/RlNAZlv1_6M/s1600/_MG_5370.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452313275244933826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S6qCCUce8sI/AAAAAAAAFkg/RlNAZlv1_6M/s640/_MG_5370.jpg" border="0" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-29126104199194981972010-03-19T14:28:00.001+01:002010-03-19T14:30:48.475+01:00Vestigios<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S6N7M_YwIUI/AAAAAAAAFjI/0WAKbnzxJCo/s1600-h/casa-envejecida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450335437152330050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S6N7M_YwIUI/AAAAAAAAFjI/0WAKbnzxJCo/s640/casa-envejecida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/koBWtYVRf-0&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/koBWtYVRf-0&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="25"></embed></object></p>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-68969340409153285702010-03-14T20:18:00.000+01:002010-03-14T20:19:14.033+01:00Al viento<em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S5002a3LnsI/AAAAAAAAFgY/o32238Hwl04/s1600-h/_MG_5272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448569233716518594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S5002a3LnsI/AAAAAAAAFgY/o32238Hwl04/s640/_MG_5272.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Con tal vehemencia el viento </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">viene del mar, que sus sones</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">elementales contagian </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">el silencio de la noche. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Solo en tu cama le escuchas </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">insistente en los cristales </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">tocar, llorando y llamando </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">como perdido sin nadie. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas no es él quien en desvelo </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">te tiene, sino otra fuerza </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">de que tu cuerpo es hoy cárcel, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">fue viento libre, y recuerda.<br /><br />Luis Cernuda</span></em></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><p align="center"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/425x3lUSM_k&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/425x3lUSM_k&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="25"></embed></object></p>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-16547710054780442712010-03-03T20:39:00.001+01:002010-03-04T00:26:48.167+01:00Vendrá la primavera<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S466CM648JI/AAAAAAAAFcE/dwy7sxbjNEI/s1600-h/mariposa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444493546528239762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S466CM648JI/AAAAAAAAFcE/dwy7sxbjNEI/s640/mariposa.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"> A la montaña<br />A la montaña</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">nos vamos ya,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">a la montaña</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">para jugar.<br />En sus laderas</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">el árbol crece,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">brilla el arroyo,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">la flor se mece.<br />Qué lindo el aire,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">qué bello el sol,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">azul el cielo:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">¡se siente a Dios!</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(poesia infantil)</span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzqNSAbE7Fo&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dzqNSAbE7Fo&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="25"></embed></object></p>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-44600421202279103462010-01-15T10:30:00.002+01:002010-01-15T10:36:52.450+01:00Peregrino de ida y vuelta<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S1AzoZHRONI/AAAAAAAAFIc/J46X1DOvuyQ/s1600-h/cardo-plateado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426894320010606802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S1AzoZHRONI/AAAAAAAAFIc/J46X1DOvuyQ/s640/cardo-plateado.jpg" border="0" /></a>Viajó a tierras gallegas cual peregrino, para volver bendecido y maquillado al sur. Y ahora, de nuevo se sube a la pasarela. Ustedes dirán<br /><br />Estilista del cambio: <a href="http://trestrisqueles.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Merce</strong></span> </a><div></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-67010703383655858162010-01-10T17:47:00.000+01:002010-01-10T17:48:36.649+01:00Es hielo abrasador<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S0oDauW0X-I/AAAAAAAAFGM/Ie-UDfMb-us/s1600-h/hielo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425152458776403938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/S0oDauW0X-I/AAAAAAAAFGM/Ie-UDfMb-us/s640/hielo.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Es hielo abrasador, es fuego helado,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">es herida que duele y no se siente,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">es un soñado bien, un mal presente,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">es un breve descanso muy cansado.<br />Es un descuido que nos da cuidado,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">un cobarde con nombre de valiente,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">un andar solitario entre la gente,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">un amar solamente ser amado.<br />Es una libertad encarcelada,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">que dura hasta el postrero paroxismo;</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">enfermedad que crece si es curada.<br />Éste es el niño Amor, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">éste es su abismo.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">¿Mirad cuál amistad tendrá con nada</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">el que en todo es contrario de sí mismo!</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Francisco de Quevedo</div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-66264042448708518062009-12-16T12:17:00.000+01:002009-12-16T12:17:00.500+01:00Anda jaleo<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/Sx7PbDGPxSI/AAAAAAAAE9U/s5_t6FT9s6o/s1600-h/pino.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412991865740838178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/Sx7PbDGPxSI/AAAAAAAAE9U/s5_t6FT9s6o/s640/pino.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yo me alivié a un pino verde</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">por ver si la divisaba,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y sólo divisé el polvo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">del coche que la llevaba.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anda jaleo, jaleo:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">ya se acabó el alboroto</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y vamos al tiroteo.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">No salgas, paloma, al campo,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">mira que soy cazador,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y si te tiro y te mato</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">para mí será el dolor,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">para mí será el quebranto,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anda, jaleo, jaleo:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">ya se acabó el alboroto</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y vamos al tiroteo.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">En la calle de los Muros</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">han matado una paloma.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yo cortaré con mis manos</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">las flores de su corona.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Anda jaleo, jaleo:</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">ya se acabó el alboroto</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y vamos al tiroteo. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Federico García Lorca)</span></em></strong></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-49613796103511473402009-12-12T22:15:00.000+01:002009-12-12T22:15:00.217+01:00Retazos de luz<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxbHmo3VFTI/AAAAAAAAE5s/4ET1gc1gw-Y/s1600-h/nubes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxbHmo3VFTI/AAAAAAAAE5s/4ET1gc1gw-Y/s640/nubes.jpg" border="0" alt="" title="EXIF: 1/20; F7.1; modo M; ISO100; focal 280mm; trípode" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410731468950672690" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-43093452265583128832009-12-09T20:57:00.000+01:002009-12-09T20:57:00.761+01:00Pasando sobre la nube<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxbFk_zoTmI/AAAAAAAAE5k/JNKMUjA4rZk/s1600-h/luna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxbFk_zoTmI/AAAAAAAAE5k/JNKMUjA4rZk/s640/luna.jpg" border="0" alt="" title= "1/40; F6.3; Modo M; ISO100; focal 280mm; trípode" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410729241726176866" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-26093149315504260542009-12-02T19:34:00.000+01:002009-12-02T19:35:33.667+01:00Abstracismos<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxauvVfqaEI/AAAAAAAAE5c/bOtyUbR42V8/s1600-h/aerea.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410704130579261506" title="EXIF: Modo M; 1/40; ISO100; F6.3; focal 280mm, trípode" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxauvVfqaEI/AAAAAAAAE5c/bOtyUbR42V8/s640/aerea.jpg" border="0" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-45396389911989813842009-12-01T00:02:00.001+01:002009-12-01T00:02:49.009+01:00Ultimos pasos<p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxRKqp7BPvI/AAAAAAAAE5U/xQ33ojH41Kw/s1600/momentos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410031149047168754" title="vel.1/40; Modo M; ISO 100; F7.1; 70mm" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxRKqp7BPvI/AAAAAAAAE5U/xQ33ojH41Kw/s640/momentos.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="justify">Cuando alcanzo a llegar, sencillamente detengo mis paso y me ocupo del momento</p>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-31137929862910558412009-11-29T10:57:00.002+01:002009-11-29T22:20:53.823+01:00Luces de otoño<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxG3fXDEaQI/AAAAAAAAE3s/9KPuR9RajI4/s1600/oto%C3%B1o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409306376839391490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SxG3fXDEaQI/AAAAAAAAE3s/9KPuR9RajI4/s640/oto%C3%B1o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Una larga carretera </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">entre grises peñascales, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y alguna humilde pradera donde pacen negros toros. Zarzas, malezas,jarales. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Está la tierra mojada </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">por las gotas del rocío, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y la alameda dorada, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">hacia la curva del río. </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tras los montes de violeta </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">quebrado el primer albor: </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">a la espalda la escopeta, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">entre sus galgos agudos, caminando un cazador.<br />(Amanecer de Otoño, Antonio Machado, dedicado al pintor</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">cordobés Julio Romero de Torres)<br /></div></span></em>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-24444296636254690362009-11-25T20:02:00.001+01:002009-11-25T20:02:51.835+01:00Allá arriba, palpo la vida<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/Sw19mTaHUlI/AAAAAAAAE2A/pQ-gzCJPyOM/s1600/Valle-del-Rio-Castril.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408116824540140114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/Sw19mTaHUlI/AAAAAAAAE2A/pQ-gzCJPyOM/s640/Valle-del-Rio-Castril.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Por los montes el viejo camino de guerreros</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y abajo enfurecida brilla como una espada</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">el agua entre murallas de manos minerales,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">hasta que tú recibes de los bosques de pronto</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">el ramo o el relámpago de unas flores azules</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">y la insólita flecha de un aroma salvaje.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">(Pablo Neruda)</span></em></div>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3673032542798783454.post-61474535405685559392009-11-22T20:16:00.001+01:002009-11-22T20:23:48.166+01:00Puertas al campo<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SwmPZmi2XVI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/RT-ju1gPhZU/s1600/puerta2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cIg7ZTiHV6s/SwmPZmi2XVI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/RT-ju1gPhZU/s640/puerta2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407010497641209170" /></a>Juanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02934209071626010085noreply@blogger.com3