tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21178629733925642352011-11-06T15:27:56.184-08:00Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117862973392564235.post-53119718654970528132009-08-24T10:26:00.000-07:002009-08-24T10:34:02.123-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/SpLO5P17eeI/AAAAAAAAABw/-5RzG-UCrPw/s1600-h/DSC04720.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/SpLO5P17eeI/AAAAAAAAABw/-5RzG-UCrPw/s400/DSC04720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373584788307016162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">...me dan ganas de seguir, de no quedarme... de crear, de compartir... de dar lugar a esas pequeñas cosas que le dan sentido a mi existir..</span>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117862973392564235-5311971865497052813?l=vivirenelsueloaburre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117862973392564235.post-38754436343372340822009-05-30T19:54:00.000-07:002009-05-31T18:03:45.914-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/SiH0kC0CmyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ci7bJxcrun0/s1600-h/capital-LaPlata+067.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/SiH0kC0CmyI/AAAAAAAAABo/Ci7bJxcrun0/s400/capital-LaPlata+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341819533105732386" border="0" /></a><br />Me atrae la idea de seguir así,<br />deambulando por los caminos,<br />charlando, compartiendo,<br />preguntando, descubriendo...<br />Caminar...<br />sabiendo que mi casa sigue ahí,<br />que puedo regresar.<br />Me gusta esta sensación de estar cómoda,<br />pero sabiendo que no soy de acá,<br />que de un momento a otro volveré a mi lugar...<br />A cada paso, un sentir nuevo,<br />un lugar nuevo, una mirada, un aroma...<br />Ojalá no pierda nunca esta capacidad de sorprenderme,<br />esta magia de mirarlo todo,<br />de fijar la vista en los detalles,<br />en lo sencillo, en lo simple, en lo esencial...<br />Viajar... eso es lo que quiero.<br />Caminar...<br />sabiendo que mi casa sigue ahi,<br />que puedo regresar...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117862973392564235-3875443634337234082?l=vivirenelsueloaburre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117862973392564235.post-25190752286161056522009-05-25T13:15:00.000-07:002009-05-25T13:25:29.535-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/Shr9wWnyNII/AAAAAAAAABg/-VliHb-xvE8/s1600-h/VARIAS+284.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/Shr9wWnyNII/AAAAAAAAABg/-VliHb-xvE8/s400/VARIAS+284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339859315349140610" border="0" /></a> ... la taza de te dando calor a mis manos... la mirada perdida... la ventana ahi, al lado mio... la lluvia cae... la nostalgia golpea a mi puerta...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117862973392564235-2519075228616105652?l=vivirenelsueloaburre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117862973392564235.post-43772561605121647312009-05-22T10:14:00.000-07:002009-05-24T15:17:34.268-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/ShbeyrDW9WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qyJzIYZDnF8/s1600-h/1238919276033_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/ShbeyrDW9WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qyJzIYZDnF8/s400/1238919276033_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699370425939298" border="0" /></a>La primer tira hace referencia al por qué de "vivir en el suelo aburre"...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117862973392564235-4377256160512164731?l=vivirenelsueloaburre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117862973392564235.post-52907421561168157702009-05-19T19:36:00.000-07:002009-05-19T19:45:35.468-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/ShNuvrr4wZI/AAAAAAAAABI/gINmTpNvbso/s1600-h/gordos+en+casa+17+de+octubre+de+2008+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/ShNuvrr4wZI/AAAAAAAAABI/gINmTpNvbso/s400/gordos+en+casa+17+de+octubre+de+2008+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337731748823875986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">...el brillo de sus ojos hizo volar mi imaginación...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117862973392564235-5290742156116815770?l=vivirenelsueloaburre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117862973392564235.post-4136286053806492312009-05-15T10:42:00.000-07:002009-05-15T11:07:15.458-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/Sg2qF_p2_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6loFYFmEncE/s1600-h/capital-LaPlata+119.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bE5hxv982E8/Sg2qF_p2_4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6loFYFmEncE/s400/capital-LaPlata+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108153466978178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">... fue un instante, pero sentí que nada era como parecía, o al menos como lo decía...<br />¿Se puede decir tanto con una mirada?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117862973392564235-413628605380649231?l=vivirenelsueloaburre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alequillénhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12232668791313010132noreply@blogger.com3