tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-313451772012-01-13T00:27:20.184+01:00De fotoaficionados para fotoaficionadosPablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16149698604695979668noreply@blogger.comBlogger581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-15004964657085780672010-04-11T18:51:00.005+02:002010-04-11T19:13:08.786+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S8H-odMevsI/AAAAAAAAB04/FJU4GJYLw1A/s1600/Minden+k%C3%B6nyv+100+Ft.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S8H-odMevsI/AAAAAAAAB04/FJU4GJYLw1A/s400/Minden+k%C3%B6nyv+100+Ft.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458924194334949058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">"What is at stake in not longer the 'heart' but the retina [...] Harsh black-white contrasts, the unbearable vibration of complementary colors, the flickering of linear networks and permutated structures... all those elements in my work whose task is no longer to plunge the viewer... into a sweet melancholy but to stimulate him" [V Vasarely]<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">Distro VII (Budapest). Abril de 2010.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1500496465708578067?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-88819946976126016782010-04-08T14:50:00.002+02:002010-04-08T14:54:26.823+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S73RfMdoUuI/AAAAAAAABkM/6rLp5SRGrcY/s1600/Autorretrato_2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S73RfMdoUuI/AAAAAAAABkM/6rLp5SRGrcY/s400/Autorretrato_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457748657294562018" border="0" /></a><br />Tú no ves lo que eres, sino su sombra [R Tagore]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Denham, Shark Bay (Western Australia). Marzo de 2010.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8881994697612601678?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-70766826521418631252010-03-26T08:07:00.005+01:002010-03-26T08:21:50.708+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S6xgLsRPZBI/AAAAAAAABdk/Km0CMz1XtA0/s1600/Sarajevo_Nov09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S6xgLsRPZBI/AAAAAAAABdk/Km0CMz1XtA0/s400/Sarajevo_Nov09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452839002817127442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I woke only once from my sleep, and heard the muezzins crying out to the darkness from the hundreds minarets of the city that there is but one God and Mohammed is His Prophet. It is a cry that holds an ultimate sadness, like the hooting of the owls and the barking of foxes in nighttime. [R West, <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Lamb Grey Falcon</span> - Sarajevo III]<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sarajevo (Bosnia Herzegovina). Noviembre de 2009.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-7076682652141863125?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-39564704597709574892010-01-30T08:48:00.005+01:002010-03-26T08:20:44.202+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S2PlxSKKGnI/AAAAAAAABdQ/zQb9p7RdJps/s1600-h/Blaha+Lujza.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S2PlxSKKGnI/AAAAAAAABdQ/zQb9p7RdJps/s400/Blaha+Lujza.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432438210389744242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Vuestra fama es como la flor, que tan pronto brota, muere, y la marchita el mismo sol que la hizo nacer de la tierra ingrata [D Alighieri]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cementerio Kerepesi (Budapest). Junio de 2009.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3956470459770957489?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-84044360999025290332010-01-23T20:39:00.004+01:002010-03-26T08:20:57.304+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S1tQuvUZPOI/AAAAAAAABbE/THyw9pWuNgk/s1600-h/Na+drini+cuprija.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/S1tQuvUZPOI/AAAAAAAABbE/THyw9pWuNgk/s400/Na+drini+cuprija.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430022539631475938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Mientras su hermano echaba pie a tierra, daba la vuelta al caballo y recogía las bridas, la muchacha avanzó su brazo hasta el borde mismo del puente, puso su pie derecho en el parapeto de piedra, saltó de la silla con la ligereza de un pájaro, pasó por encima del muro y se lanzó al río que rugía bajo el puente.<br /></div>[I Andric, <span style="font-style: italic;">Un puente sobre el Drina</span>]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visegrad, Bosnia Herezegovina. Noviembre 2009. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8404436099902529033?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-66853422343614054862009-05-09T09:43:00.003+02:002009-05-09T09:52:23.521+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SgU0qHizWyI/AAAAAAAABDI/I7681r_viqI/s1600-h/Cementerio2006_1007%28008%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SgU0qHizWyI/AAAAAAAABDI/I7681r_viqI/s400/Cementerio2006_1007%28008%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333727231874390818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SgU0d6TAXjI/AAAAAAAABDA/-Dv19Mk1048/s1600-h/Cement_Lishanka2006_1015%28004%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SgU0d6TAXjI/AAAAAAAABDA/-Dv19Mk1048/s400/Cement_Lishanka2006_1015%28004%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333727022160043570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SgU0RraBNcI/AAAAAAAABC4/fesPWcLeuHQ/s1600-h/Cementerio2006_1007%28012%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SgU0RraBNcI/AAAAAAAABC4/fesPWcLeuHQ/s400/Cementerio2006_1007%28012%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333726812004496834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This here ol' man jus' lived a life an' jus' died out of it. I don't know whether he was good or bad, but that don't matter much. He was alive and that's what matters. An' now he's dead, an' that don't matter. Heard a fella tell a poem one time, an' he says 'All that live is holy.' Got to thinkin' and purty soon it means more than the words says. An' I wouldn' pray for a ol' fella that's dead. He's awright. He got a job to do, but it's all laid out for 'im an' there's on'y one way to do it. But us, we got a job to do, an they's thousan' ways, an' we don' know which one to take. An' if I was to pray, it'd be for the folks that don't know which way to turn. Granmpa here, he got the easy straight. An' now cover 'im up and let 'im get to his work.<br />[J Steinbeck, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Grapes of Wrath</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Irkutsk (Siberia, Federación Rusa). Octubre de 2006.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6685342234361405486?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-43419423540734113342009-04-03T11:13:00.003+02:002009-05-09T09:54:48.813+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SdXVXCBSrHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/sosdi4PKjyY/s1600-h/Tobogan.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SdXVXCBSrHI/AAAAAAAAAhA/sosdi4PKjyY/s400/Tobogan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320393126464105586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them [J Baldwin] </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Monte Gellért (Budapest). Marzo de 2009.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-4341942354073411334?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-34903829579454482852009-03-26T08:19:00.003+01:002009-03-26T08:28:24.430+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/ScstfhcUMNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ed7Zb8KHTLw/s1600-h/Paz_Hosok+tere.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/ScstfhcUMNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ed7Zb8KHTLw/s400/Paz_Hosok+tere.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317393804617330898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >El mundo necesita oscuridad, porque el exceso de luz no nos ilumina ni nos abriga sino que nos ciega y nos abrasa [V Vikernes]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Plaza de los Héroes (Budapest). Marzo de 2009.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3490382957945448285?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-58447869278180862482009-03-20T12:03:00.004+01:002009-03-20T14:28:28.515+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/ScN4tjVUhlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3j2AZajShbE/s1600-h/Budapest_distrito8.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/ScN4tjVUhlI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3j2AZajShbE/s400/Budapest_distrito8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315224709201430098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No dejes que tus recuerdos pesen más que tus esperanzas<br />[Proverbio persa]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Budapest (distrito VIII). Febrero de 2009.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5844786927818086248?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-67666598904419019832009-03-14T11:27:00.002+01:002009-03-20T14:29:21.486+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SbuGzIFNolI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jLqSi9KiIPY/s1600-h/Skopje2007_0901%28042%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SbuGzIFNolI/AAAAAAAAAgY/jLqSi9KiIPY/s400/Skopje2007_0901%28042%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312988398314431058" border="0" /></a><br />La creencia no es el principio, sino el fin de todo conocimiento<br />[JW Goethe]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Skopje (Macedonia). Agosto de 2007.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6766659890441901983?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-10058047369273546242009-02-25T21:21:00.005+01:002009-02-25T21:35:28.752+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SaWpLRXbgRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MSQjiSuoVIc/s1600-h/Busojaras1_feb09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SaWpLRXbgRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MSQjiSuoVIc/s400/Busojaras1_feb09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306833747031326994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SaWo94xUt8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/odUGAuahViU/s1600-h/Busojaras2_feb09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SaWo94xUt8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/odUGAuahViU/s400/Busojaras2_feb09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306833517090748354" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SaWorxdJqyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wGaaHvIRxB4/s1600-h/Busojaras3_feb09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SaWorxdJqyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wGaaHvIRxB4/s400/Busojaras3_feb09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306833205889444642" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Több is veszett Mohácsnál! [Más se perdió en Mohács]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Busójárás (festival del fin del invierno). Mohács (Hungría). Febrero de 2009.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1005804736927354624?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-42515502230887112642009-02-11T23:14:00.003+01:002009-02-11T23:16:55.620+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SZNOF_5f2YI/AAAAAAAAAew/s2a8nxvmL4g/s1600-h/Bozsony_Ene09+%2831%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SZNOF_5f2YI/AAAAAAAAAew/s2a8nxvmL4g/s400/Bozsony_Ene09+%2831%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301667051304114562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability, and beauty of the biotic community; it is wrong when it tends otherwise [A Leopold]</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">PN Dúna-Ipoly. Codo del Danubio (Hungría). Enero de 2009.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-4251550223088711264?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-27467863825869946922009-01-19T19:41:00.003+01:002009-01-19T19:47:50.628+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SXTJ5_m7UYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/u9fCydBzR90/s1600-h/Amanecer_Gurugu2005_0120%28006%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SXTJ5_m7UYI/AAAAAAAAAb0/u9fCydBzR90/s400/Amanecer_Gurugu2005_0120%28006%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293077460231606658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Decía Stevenson que él amaba los barcos como otros amaban el amanecer o el Borgoña. Yo amo los barcos, el Borgoña e incluso el amanecer. Me han hablado muy bien de él. [F Savater]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Alcalá de Henares, Madrid. 20 de enero de 2005.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-2746786382586994692?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-89491207901276082952009-01-08T13:00:00.004+01:002010-04-08T14:55:33.366+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SWXrsdGeYTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OlKu3pW8URc/s1600-h/Praga_Ruzyne_08+001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SWXrsdGeYTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/OlKu3pW8URc/s400/Praga_Ruzyne_08+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288892486375072050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >... lentísmo de contestaciones /ocurrente años después / vulgar durante todo el año [...]</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > cobarde sin pecado / soñoliento de vocación / amable de mujeres / activo por padecimiento</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > [...] y tonto de capirote</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. [P Neruda]</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Aeropuerto Ruzyne, Praga (Rep. Checa). Enero de 2009.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8949120790127608295?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-87195392296266797232008-12-02T09:08:00.003+01:002008-12-05T09:30:53.259+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/STjms4-kHsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mv3y_UB3L7Y/s1600-h/Santiago_Chile2007_1206%28041%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/STjms4-kHsI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mv3y_UB3L7Y/s400/Santiago_Chile2007_1206%28041%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276220622347968194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What our age lacks is not reflection, but passion [S Kierkegaard]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Santiago (Chile). Diciembre de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8719539229626679723?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-16835206486580652532008-11-30T19:13:00.003+01:002008-11-30T19:19:07.191+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/STLYBLkmeuI/AAAAAAAAATw/3T1_k9H0-EI/s1600-h/Kobenhaven2008_0322%28005%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/STLYBLkmeuI/AAAAAAAAATw/3T1_k9H0-EI/s400/Kobenhaven2008_0322%28005%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274515628402047714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >... con su sola presencia, aligeraba la pesadumbre del vivir. ¿Puede decirse de alguien algo más hermoso?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> [J Cruz]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copenhague (Dinamarca). Abril de 2008.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1683520648658065253?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-91448503280931786692008-11-25T19:58:00.003+01:002008-11-25T20:04:40.001+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSxMPa-A04I/AAAAAAAAATc/2nteqLqJA3s/s1600-h/Kobenhaven2008_0321%28031%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSxMPa-A04I/AAAAAAAAATc/2nteqLqJA3s/s400/Kobenhaven2008_0321%28031%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272673091565179778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I do not pray for a lighter load, but for a stronger back [P Brooks]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copenhague (Dinamarca). Abril de 2008.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-9144850328093178669?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-84844065725428516362008-11-23T09:49:00.003+01:002008-11-23T09:52:55.458+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSkZgUH5ItI/AAAAAAAAATM/XNs5v40OVro/s1600-h/Kita2008_0528%28035%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSkZgUH5ItI/AAAAAAAAATM/XNs5v40OVro/s400/Kita2008_0528%28035%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271772881762198226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A man who has bever gone to school may steal from a freight car; but if he has a university education, he may steal the whole railroad [T Roosevelt]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Kita (Mali). Mayo de 2008.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8484406572542851636?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-4921321097903572292008-11-21T08:52:00.003+01:002008-11-21T09:00:39.282+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSZo66fIYMI/AAAAAAAAASo/XiO0aHCAx6E/s1600-h/Kiskacsa.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSZo66fIYMI/AAAAAAAAASo/XiO0aHCAx6E/s400/Kiskacsa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271015775225274562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Seeing is forgetting the name of the things we are looking at<br />[R Morris]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Distrito VII. Septiembre de 2008.</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-492132109790357229?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-35424378164646645332008-11-16T22:39:00.004+01:002008-11-16T22:59:05.817+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSCTI7vl_tI/AAAAAAAAASY/BZ0iV7TlojQ/s1600-h/%C3%96sz.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSCTI7vl_tI/AAAAAAAAASY/BZ0iV7TlojQ/s400/%C3%96sz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269373345709031122" /></a><br />Szép a tavasz és szép a nyár is, / de szebb az ősz s legszebb a tél...<br />Bella la primavera y también bello el verano / pero más bello es el otoño de bellísimo invierno...<br />[Attila J]<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Distrito VII (Budapest). Noviembre de 2008.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3542437816464664533?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-50770273992841860862008-11-15T10:07:00.002+01:002008-11-15T10:10:25.705+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SR6RpnW2LQI/AAAAAAAAASI/fTVX5YVWaVw/s1600-h/Kita2008_0528%28082%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SR6RpnW2LQI/AAAAAAAAASI/fTVX5YVWaVw/s400/Kita2008_0528%28082%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268808758195531010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">La fe engaña a los hombres, pero da brillo a la mirada [R Tagore]</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Kita (Mali). Mayo de 2008.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5077027399284186086?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-64800767419369674502008-11-12T09:22:00.008+01:002008-11-15T21:31:41.541+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SRqShO493cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KCICqHaK84A/s1600-h/Barrio+judio_nov08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SRqShO493cI/AAAAAAAAAR4/KCICqHaK84A/s400/Barrio+judio_nov08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267683813793586626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><strong style="font-weight: normal;">Moisés dijo al pueblo:</strong><strong style="font-weight: normal;"> Conmemorad este día en el cual habéis salido de Egipto, de la casa de esclavitud; porque Jehovah os ha sacado de aquí con mano poderos</strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a [Éxodo 13:3]<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sinagoga de Dóhany utca (Budapest). Noviembre de 2008.</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6480076741936967450?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-52321451640421296772008-10-18T10:39:00.003+02:002008-11-21T09:14:47.141+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSZt3tBceLI/AAAAAAAAATE/b2vLHUKUiVI/s1600-h/Kita2008_0528%28026%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SSZt3tBceLI/AAAAAAAAATE/b2vLHUKUiVI/s400/Kita2008_0528%28026%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271021217629632690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One way of getting an idea of your fellow countrymen's miseries is go and look at their pleasures [G Eliot]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Kita (Mali). Mayo de 2008</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5232145164042129677?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-17509490237131014642008-06-11T16:12:00.004+02:002008-11-15T09:48:20.881+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SR6MsxiFAVI/AAAAAAAAASA/slGNMqekPg4/s1600-h/Bamako2008_0525%28094%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SR6MsxiFAVI/AAAAAAAAASA/slGNMqekPg4/s400/Bamako2008_0525%28094%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268803314908463442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ex Africa semper aliquid novi [Plinio el Viejo]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kita (Mali). Mayo de 2008.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1750949023713101464?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-27355902108330188482008-04-27T13:34:00.003+02:002008-11-19T02:26:29.350+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SBRldsGgcpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VKASGfZGy4I/s1600-h/Aljon_Baykal2006_1013%28077%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SBRldsGgcpI/AAAAAAAAAQM/VKASGfZGy4I/s400/Aljon_Baykal2006_1013%28077%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193887830994088594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Aquel que verdaderamente no quiere más que su destino no tiene semejantes ya y se alza solitario sobre <st1:personname productid="la Tierra" st="on">la Tierra</st1:personname>, terniendo sólo en torno suyo los helados espacios infinitos. Tal es el Jesús en el huerto de Getsemani. [Herman Hesse, </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Demian</span><span style="font-size:100%;">]<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Isla de Aljón, lago Baykal (Siberia, Federación Rusa). Octubre de 2006.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-2735590210833018848?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-42526396763338154222008-04-13T16:03:00.007+02:002008-11-24T10:37:28.145+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SAIX0WdvY_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/BBSSMGCGAxA/s1600-h/Sombras_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188735908835189746" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/SAIX0WdvY_I/AAAAAAAAAP8/BBSSMGCGAxA/s400/Sombras_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[...] though I know that the human kiss is merely a way of sending a message, and sometimes this message is very, very sad.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">[Endre A]</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Torrelaguna (Madrid). Abril de 2008.</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-4252639676333815422?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-78667482668864775982008-03-27T21:13:00.006+01:002008-11-19T02:26:29.752+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R-wAIOhg6bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ToKbVC4iq0Q/s1600-h/Dentro+y+fuera.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R-wAIOhg6bI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ToKbVC4iq0Q/s400/Dentro+y+fuera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182517412534217138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Thank you, whatever comes", and then she turned</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and the ray of sun on hanging flowers</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">fades when the wind hath lifted them aside</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">went swiftly from me. Nay, whatever comes</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">one hour was sunlit and the most high gods</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">may not make boast of any better things</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">than to have watched this hour as it passed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[Ezra Pound]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copenhague (Dinamarca). Marzo de 2008.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-7866748266886477598?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-22623317844889595922008-03-19T00:19:00.003+01:002008-11-19T02:26:29.827+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R-BOlUBl9jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-NXgRwng--s/s1600-h/Bran2007_1106%28032%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R-BOlUBl9jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/-NXgRwng--s/s400/Bran2007_1106%28032%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179225974413588018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Dicen que el hombre no es hombre hasta que no oye su nombre de labios de una mujer [A. Machado]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bran (Rumanía). Noviembre de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-2262331784488959592?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-57738765533177355292008-03-16T13:09:00.007+01:002008-11-19T02:26:29.856+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90PaEBl9eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i0pHdMMT_HY/s1600-h/Terezin2007_0406%28038%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90PaEBl9eI/AAAAAAAAAO4/i0pHdMMT_HY/s400/Terezin2007_0406%28038%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178312086977377762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90PikBl9fI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Cmb6vK9Ej4M/s1600-h/Terezin2007_0406%28028%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90PikBl9fI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Cmb6vK9Ej4M/s400/Terezin2007_0406%28028%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178312233006265842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90PzkBl9gI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D1XB1hurZJE/s1600-h/Terezin2007_0406%28015%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90PzkBl9gI/AAAAAAAAAPI/D1XB1hurZJE/s400/Terezin2007_0406%28015%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178312525064041986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90QDkBl9hI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6W54GQ3IjDI/s1600-h/Terezin2007_0406%28018%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90QDkBl9hI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6W54GQ3IjDI/s400/Terezin2007_0406%28018%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178312799941948946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90QNEBl9iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pbh0sQQpyB8/s1600-h/Terezin2007_0406%28026%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R90QNEBl9iI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pbh0sQQpyB8/s400/Terezin2007_0406%28026%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178312963150706210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Toda convicción es una cárcel [F. Nietzsche]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Campo de concentración de Terezin/Theresienstadt (República Checa). Abril de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5773876553317735529?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-84807846812166526052008-03-06T21:32:00.002+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.025+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R9BVfQihnUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ETMWzDIoLEE/s1600-h/Familia.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R9BVfQihnUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ETMWzDIoLEE/s400/Familia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174729967352782146" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="capital"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Todas las familias felices se parecen, pero las infelices lo son cada una a su manera [Lev Tolstoy]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Madrid. Junio de 2007.</span></span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8480784681216652605?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-35880787846863246492008-03-05T09:29:00.002+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.160+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R85Z7QihnTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xJeWtABHC_U/s1600-h/Mujer_muerta281207.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R85Z7QihnTI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xJeWtABHC_U/s400/Mujer_muerta281207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174171896482209074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >No hay razón para buscar el sufrimiento, pero si éste llega y trata de meterse en tu vida, no temas; míralo a la cara y con la frente bien levantada. [Friedrich Nietzsche]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">La Mujer Muerta (Madrid). Diciembre de 2008.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3588078784686324649?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-69614702659128674452008-03-02T23:46:00.004+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.548+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R8svVPKt-SI/AAAAAAAAANw/jDxDln91RI4/s1600-h/IMG_4068.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R8svVPKt-SI/AAAAAAAAANw/jDxDln91RI4/s400/IMG_4068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173280638860392738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R8svuPKt-TI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wIcx0bt8MRA/s1600-h/IMG_4070.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R8svuPKt-TI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wIcx0bt8MRA/s400/IMG_4070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173281068357122354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R8swnPKt-UI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hOnQEq1ZHSU/s1600-h/IMG_4038.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R8swnPKt-UI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hOnQEq1ZHSU/s400/IMG_4038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173282047609665858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Me debía bastar / con lo que ya me has dado / Y pido más, y más. / Cada belleza tuya / me parece el extremo / cumplirse de ti misma. [Pedro Salinas]<br />Evertyhing human is pathetic. The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven. [Mark Twain]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alcalá de Henares. Marzo de 2008.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6961470265912867445?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-34421002987104770392007-12-24T18:52:00.001+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.721+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R2_ycibpblI/AAAAAAAAANo/t_SajUkk1QM/s1600-h/Atocha_11-M.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R2_ycibpblI/AAAAAAAAANo/t_SajUkk1QM/s400/Atocha_11-M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147599471200792146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Y una mañana todo estaba ardiendo</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y una mañana las hogueras</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">salían de la tierra</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">devorando seres,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y desde entonces fuego,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pólvora desde entonces,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y desde entonces sangre.<br />[Pablo Neruda]<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Estación de Atocha (Madrid). Diciembre de 2007.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><em></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3442100298710477039?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-62907174462497559942007-12-24T00:30:00.000+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.741+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27vzibpbkI/AAAAAAAAANg/QDXj29Iju3I/s1600-h/Budapest2007_1107%28022%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27vzibpbkI/AAAAAAAAANg/QDXj29Iju3I/s400/Budapest2007_1107%28022%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147315092826189378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">A veces nuestro destino semeja un árbol frutal en invierno. ¿Quién pensaría que esas ramas reverdecerán y florecerán? Mas esperamos que así sea, y sabemos que así será [JW Goethe]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Budapest (Hungría). Noviembre de 2007.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6290717446249755994?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-77709676129313714782007-12-24T00:04:00.000+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.759+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27qWybpbjI/AAAAAAAAANY/NQR9S_L2o5g/s1600-h/Isla_Negra2007_1208%28016%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27qWybpbjI/AAAAAAAAANY/NQR9S_L2o5g/s400/Isla_Negra2007_1208%28016%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147309101346811442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Esta campana rota / arrastrada del brusco matorral / de mi jardín salvaje... [Pablo Neruda]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Isla </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Negra (Chile). Diciembre de 2007.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-7770967612931371478?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-5085636669475978152007-12-23T23:57:00.000+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.770+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27oECbpbiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rFOB4ZSqVZY/s1600-h/Santiago_Chile2007_1207%28004%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27oECbpbiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rFOB4ZSqVZY/s400/Santiago_Chile2007_1207%28004%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147306580201008674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">El comercio es un robo, excepto cuando es un intercambio [Jalil Gibran]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Santiago (Chile). Diciembre de 2007.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-508563666947597815?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-34921533711345465102007-12-23T23:46:00.000+01:002008-11-19T02:26:30.784+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27mHibpbhI/AAAAAAAAANI/y7rFsaAfM_M/s1600-h/Santiago_Chile2007_1206%28033%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/R27mHibpbhI/AAAAAAAAANI/y7rFsaAfM_M/s400/Santiago_Chile2007_1206%28033%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147304441307295250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los hombres son crueles, pero el hombre es bueno [Rabindranth Tagore]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Santiago (Chile). Diciembre de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3492153371134546510?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-3131476587331927442007-10-13T21:04:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:31.189+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEZ3FsP5QI/AAAAAAAAANA/9INz6BLiLRE/s1600-h/Negra.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEZ3FsP5QI/AAAAAAAAANA/9INz6BLiLRE/s400/Negra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120902685508232450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEXhVsP5PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iypmXcbALag/s1600-h/Cingara.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEXhVsP5PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iypmXcbALag/s400/Cingara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120900112822822130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Los seres que mejor entienden mi música son los niños y los animales [Igor Stravinsky]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Belgrado (Serbia). Agosto de 2007.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-313147658733192744?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-40158380357532412852007-10-13T20:33:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:31.618+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEQmVsP5NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rqdgMOjG3Fo/s1600-h/Lian+Chan+Po+II-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEQmVsP5NI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rqdgMOjG3Fo/s400/Lian+Chan+Po+II-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120892502140773586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEQJ1sP5MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-zThQiP2FXE/s1600-h/Lian+Chan+Po+II-2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEQJ1sP5MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-zThQiP2FXE/s400/Lian+Chan+Po+II-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120892012514501826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEPylsP5LI/AAAAAAAAAMc/H-rna5rngeE/s1600-h/Lian+Chan+Po+II-3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxEPylsP5LI/AAAAAAAAAMc/H-rna5rngeE/s400/Lian+Chan+Po+II-3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120891613082543282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">El mejor límite para el dinero es el que no permite caer en la pobreza ni alejarse mucho de ella. [Lucio Anneo Seneca]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alcalá de Henares. Octubre de 2007.</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-4015838035753241285?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-15891054735839614222007-10-13T20:16:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:31.752+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxENVFsP5KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/O2JKoh0PhQs/s1600-h/Lian+Chan+Po+I-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RxENVFsP5KI/AAAAAAAAAMU/O2JKoh0PhQs/s400/Lian+Chan+Po+I-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120888907253146786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Cuidado con la tristeza. Es un vicio. [Gustave Flaubert]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alcalá de Henares. Octubre de 2007.</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1589105473583961422?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-67723571828898399212007-07-29T17:00:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:31.804+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqyrtG7QvfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nwhet_L3SzA/s1600-h/Oleg_Katya2006_1001%28004%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqyrtG7QvfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Nwhet_L3SzA/s400/Oleg_Katya2006_1001%28004%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />En la mirada aparentemente tierna que se cruzan un hombre y una mujer brilla el destello de la especie (Schopenhauer).<br /><strong>Río Angará a su paso por Irkutsk (Federación Rusa). Octubre de 2006.</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6772357182889839921?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-19502163156241675882007-07-27T22:07:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:31.911+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpQkW7QveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7l-nOcZMMCI/s1600-h/Casco_antiguo0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpQkW7QveI/AAAAAAAAAEM/7l-nOcZMMCI/s400/Casco_antiguo0002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Disfrutar de todos los placeres es insensato. Evitarlos, insensible (Plutarco).<br /><strong>Valencia. Junio de 2006.</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1950216315624167588?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-16568901299207019182007-07-27T21:58:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:32.239+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpOU27QvdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D5b2M-_l03A/s1600-h/Casco_antiguo0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpOU27QvdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/D5b2M-_l03A/s400/Casco_antiguo0007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He who does not believe in God will believe in anything (atribuido a GK Chesterton).<br /><strong>Valencia. Junio de 2006.</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1656890129920701918?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-37583346429052489072007-07-27T21:46:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.180+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpLlG7QvcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u5ocRiITPu8/s1600-h/DSCF2060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpLlG7QvcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/u5ocRiITPu8/s400/DSCF2060.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lo absurdo de una cosa no prueba nada contra su existencia. Es, más bien, condición de ella (Friedrich Nietzsche).<br /><strong>Berlín. Junio de 2005.</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3758334642905248907?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-82349657325512940672007-07-27T21:32:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.203+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpIbW7QvbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bVVcEXuLhiE/s1600-h/Setas_hayedo2004_1106%28002%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqpIbW7QvbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bVVcEXuLhiE/s400/Setas_hayedo2004_1106%28002%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hay quien cruza el bosque y sólo ve leña para el fuego (Lev Tolstoy).</span><br /><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hayedo de la Pedrosa (Segovia). Octubre de 2004.</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8234965732551294067?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-6318761654796849942007-07-25T20:54:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.222+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rqecf27QvaI/AAAAAAAAADs/5HHvz0L8iD0/s1600-h/Ouarzazate2006_0413%28033%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rqecf27QvaI/AAAAAAAAADs/5HHvz0L8iD0/s400/Ouarzazate2006_0413%28033%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Optimista es el que os mira a los ojos. Pesimista, el que os mira a los pies (GK Chesterton).<br /><strong>Ouarzazate (Marruecos). Abril de 2006.</strong><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-631876165479684994?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-15590571442460084732007-07-25T20:40:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.242+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqeZIm7QvZI/AAAAAAAAADk/29qyDPLj24E/s1600-h/Bruselas2006_0102%28020%29.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqeZIm7QvZI/AAAAAAAAADk/29qyDPLj24E/s400/Bruselas2006_0102%28020%29.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">El mundo se derrumba</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">y ustedes de rumba.</span><br /><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Bruselas (Bélgica). Enero de 2006.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1559057144246008473?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-66497953025433146002007-07-22T18:01:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.311+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqOB2W7QvXI/AAAAAAAAADU/Bc-09wCmKvs/s1600-h/CPKiO2006_1005%28004%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RqOB2W7QvXI/AAAAAAAAADU/Bc-09wCmKvs/s400/CPKiO2006_1005%28004%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090054774725852530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Describe un círculo, después acaricialo y se convertirá en un círculo vicioso (Eugene Ionesco).<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Irkutsk, Siberia (Federación Rusa). Octubre de 2006.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-6649795302543314600?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-53862255616160251322007-07-18T11:23:00.001+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.471+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rp3cPuJu1dI/AAAAAAAAADE/6SY8QddNpzg/s1600-h/Carrusel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rp3cPuJu1dI/AAAAAAAAADE/6SY8QddNpzg/s400/Carrusel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088465316643526098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A veces, de noche, enciendo la luz para no ver mi propia oscuridad (Antonio Porchia).<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Alcalá de Henares (Madrid). Junio de 2007. </span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5386225561616025132?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-89694984390289264882007-07-05T00:35:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.651+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RowiUVzDPfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IIXR-KrCXWo/s1600-h/Nina_Dades2_color.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RowiUVzDPfI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IIXR-KrCXWo/s400/Nina_Dades2_color.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083475812238441970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">April is the cruelest month</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">memory and desire, stirring</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">dull roots with spring rain.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(TS Elliot)</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Garganta del Dades (Marruecos). Abril de 2006.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-8969498439028926488?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-36439637737461532422007-07-03T23:38:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:34.935+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RorGBVzDPeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEE5bdFKc94/s1600-h/Playa_SPet-1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RorGBVzDPeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nEE5bdFKc94/s400/Playa_SPet-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083092855774461410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Debe de haber algo extrañanamente sagrado en la sal: está en nuestras lágrimas y en el mar (Khalil Gibran).<br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Isla Vassilievskiy, San Petersburgo (Rusia). Agosto de 2005.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-3643963773746153242?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-10564876973108198822007-07-01T18:17:00.001+02:002008-11-19T02:26:35.077+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RofTyFzDPdI/AAAAAAAAACs/hUbzeQ81KMU/s1600-h/Berlin.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RofTyFzDPdI/AAAAAAAAACs/hUbzeQ81KMU/s400/Berlin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082263562014113234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dios hizo el campo, y el hombre la ciudad (William Cowper)</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Berlin. Junio de 2005.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-1056487697310819882?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-57529942842288677262007-07-01T13:35:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:35.102+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RoeVdFzDPcI/AAAAAAAAACk/DiF_Mn4CcEA/s1600-h/Europride2007_0630%28005%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RoeVdFzDPcI/AAAAAAAAACk/DiF_Mn4CcEA/s400/Europride2007_0630%28005%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082195031515938242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Si vas a ver una mujer, llévate el látigo (Nietzsche)</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">EUROPRIDE 07. Madrid. Junio de 2007</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5752994284228867726?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-25920299750396583962007-06-27T00:20:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:35.120+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RoGR1Qx4ymI/AAAAAAAAACc/bLpps2x2m8M/s1600-h/Praga2007_0405%28044%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RoGR1Qx4ymI/AAAAAAAAACc/bLpps2x2m8M/s400/Praga2007_0405%28044%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080502198873934434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">En tu lucha contra el resto del mundo te aconsejo que te pongas del lado del resto del mundo (Franz Kafka). </span><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Praga. Abril de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-2592029975039658396?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-52247130994575022762007-06-25T19:10:00.001+02:002008-11-19T02:26:35.232+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rn_3Lgx4ylI/AAAAAAAAACU/6GTF9Br5ovM/s1600-h/Para+bellum.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rn_3Lgx4ylI/AAAAAAAAACU/6GTF9Br5ovM/s400/Para+bellum.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080050681847007826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mientras la guerra sea considerada como mala, conservará su fascinación. Cuando sea tenida por vulgar, cesará su popularidad (Oscar Wilde)</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Luxemburgo. Mayo de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5224713099457502276?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-50172276429555825702007-06-18T23:13:00.001+02:002008-11-19T02:26:35.578+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c9hBEw2PJe0/Rnb3eaKwd6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdZTavSysm4/s1600-h/dsc01474.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077517731699390370" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c9hBEw2PJe0/Rnb3eaKwd6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/IdZTavSysm4/s400/dsc01474.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c9hBEw2PJe0/Rnb2mqKwd5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bGrpxm1LQWs/s1600-h/dsc01468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077516773921683346" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c9hBEw2PJe0/Rnb2mqKwd5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/bGrpxm1LQWs/s400/dsc01468.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><strong><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME</span><br /></span></strong></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Old Time is still a-flying:<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And this same flower that smiles to-day<br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To-morrow will be dying<br />(Robert Herrick)</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style=""><br /></span></strong></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><strong style="font-weight: bold;"></strong></span><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Navalagamella (Madrid). Abril de 2007.</span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5017227642955582570?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16149698604695979668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-48865544561709602462007-06-18T00:15:00.001+02:002008-11-19T02:26:36.018+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RnWzCgx4ycI/AAAAAAAAABM/PKTpEXd_Qgs/s1600-h/Libelula.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RnWzCgx4ycI/AAAAAAAAABM/PKTpEXd_Qgs/s400/Libelula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077161010670389698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RnWyyQx4ybI/AAAAAAAAABE/z8g9d4xaXl4/s1600-h/Coleoptero.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/RnWyyQx4ybI/AAAAAAAAABE/z8g9d4xaXl4/s400/Coleoptero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077160731497515442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Hijo mío, la felicidad está hecha de pequeñas cosas: Un pequeño yate, una pequeña mansión, una pequeña fortuna… (Groucho Marx)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Navalagamella (Madrid). Junio de 2007.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-4886554456170960246?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-59763213993401315702007-06-14T20:01:00.000+02:002008-11-19T02:26:36.584+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rng8Bwx4ykI/AAAAAAAAACM/LbyTp7im8-E/s1600-h/Nicaragua5_comp.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ng5PK89VRq4/Rng8Bwx4ykI/AAAAAAAAACM/LbyTp7im8-E/s400/Nicaragua5_comp.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077874580831914562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">La princesa está triste. ¿Qué tendrá la princesa...? (Ruben Darío)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">León, Nicaragua. Diciembre de 2005.</span></span><br /></span></span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31345177-5976321399340131570?l=f0t0bl0g.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com1