tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-313451772024-03-13T18:07:22.301+01:00f0t0bl0g - Fotos y más ...De fotoaficionados para fotoaficionadosPablohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16149698604695979668noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-15004964657085780672010-04-11T18:51:00.005+02:002013-07-02T12:19:09.080+02:00MINDEN KÖNYV 100 Ft<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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]</div>
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Distro VII (Budapest). Abril de 2010.</span></div>
Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-88819946976126016782010-04-08T14:50:00.002+02:002010-04-08T14:54:26.823+02:00AUTORRETRATO II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8IDJ0sQD_2lLIr_6NrWpVTYJJDU6akh9HqfP1kRJBGu4lxmGVXEGHlGzUfyBdmQnbaVf7g5l14xKNbo_7xPw2gOcd10r-zO2H_0xKi2qq8q9SAfED8hftYeKgsgvNnJgXxom/s1600/Autorretrato_2.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG8IDJ0sQD_2lLIr_6NrWpVTYJJDU6akh9HqfP1kRJBGu4lxmGVXEGHlGzUfyBdmQnbaVf7g5l14xKNbo_7xPw2gOcd10r-zO2H_0xKi2qq8q9SAfED8hftYeKgsgvNnJgXxom/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>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+01:00SARAJEVO - El alminar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ67SWL1pp5BG3spXbJ2neXvcGV9qxEMlWLwYYF4oz-_VVr9FH5V_uRQwOxF4gEp_sZdRLdiU0AHHMRTYU7pAgz60kEGdb2rQqBYZjO4pfMr0Zlz5qC8VnwUNl-4msxi2F_Im9/s1600/Sarajevo_Nov09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ67SWL1pp5BG3spXbJ2neXvcGV9qxEMlWLwYYF4oz-_VVr9FH5V_uRQwOxF4gEp_sZdRLdiU0AHHMRTYU7pAgz60kEGdb2rQqBYZjO4pfMr0Zlz5qC8VnwUNl-4msxi2F_Im9/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>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+01:00QUERUBES - Tumba de Lujza Blaha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgLYjZcM2nd9nv65m0md7UgnLTIl6YwUsp1ipVcm_jXw9nxRwgaLj1zGOdV3N_RN1gT7CsV3CyLttWBBtb35wsJDH_jkuYDsTvpG22hO_xSYKiy06ZdGb1Nl5VYSxHMI-XgNz/s1600-h/Blaha+Lujza.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgLYjZcM2nd9nv65m0md7UgnLTIl6YwUsp1ipVcm_jXw9nxRwgaLj1zGOdV3N_RN1gT7CsV3CyLttWBBtb35wsJDH_jkuYDsTvpG22hO_xSYKiy06ZdGb1Nl5VYSxHMI-XgNz/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>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+01:00NA DRINI ĆUPRIJA - Un puente sobre el Drina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZFHUEi9xtY52DLKUjlwOr1Hmcqt1CozAwdpHlb8I-pjYj2S78Y1ZYbSsjNHF3K9W4k5NAbmmFKXxSuAKKTtIKC2lYy3fL-6yPL1lr_z3JcWmpyQ5sImLAPBCPI3xRVH9iK6H/s1600-h/Na+drini+cuprija.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZFHUEi9xtY52DLKUjlwOr1Hmcqt1CozAwdpHlb8I-pjYj2S78Y1ZYbSsjNHF3K9W4k5NAbmmFKXxSuAKKTtIKC2lYy3fL-6yPL1lr_z3JcWmpyQ5sImLAPBCPI3xRVH9iK6H/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>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+02:00КЛАДВИЩЕ - El cementerio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwakItyU1V7gv65FUUOIRJT-bmx60eoDF0ewN2xRIuaqNh7RS_cfeyRJHhkLQGysqXhRKW_bZd7j8RyyRv3SH5apPwuh12fy27D4qY26XqgY5XEx3755j7uSgM2rlYUKv_lrln/s1600-h/Cementerio2006_1007(008).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwakItyU1V7gv65FUUOIRJT-bmx60eoDF0ewN2xRIuaqNh7RS_cfeyRJHhkLQGysqXhRKW_bZd7j8RyyRv3SH5apPwuh12fy27D4qY26XqgY5XEx3755j7uSgM2rlYUKv_lrln/s400/Cementerio2006_1007(008).JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333727231874390818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsYWOaKM43DO4j-113ZAmqsAGHC_hRESdADTNlqa0b8XkT0Fxc3gGda6B_uC3y3jnZqWXILfptPLi1Agl3UIYlvh1N2DU8fQsQuKcL3ha-noQ3x41oZPMRUWSkNbw9bW5kXbd/s1600-h/Cement_Lishanka2006_1015(004).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijsYWOaKM43DO4j-113ZAmqsAGHC_hRESdADTNlqa0b8XkT0Fxc3gGda6B_uC3y3jnZqWXILfptPLi1Agl3UIYlvh1N2DU8fQsQuKcL3ha-noQ3x41oZPMRUWSkNbw9bW5kXbd/s400/Cement_Lishanka2006_1015(004).JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333727022160043570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBHLT-UJp2MwbLO_U5pbquwxSXTpfdEYs_OVuAdCsAlQ3V6_aV_MCsCzxtwcoBJsZz832LUWKSGvzAX9zHnQeLl_v4xZCpluEip9vGg1jvqVlk2ggRirxW0EboNH_acdzG5Gu/s1600-h/Cementerio2006_1007(012).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmBHLT-UJp2MwbLO_U5pbquwxSXTpfdEYs_OVuAdCsAlQ3V6_aV_MCsCzxtwcoBJsZz832LUWKSGvzAX9zHnQeLl_v4xZCpluEip9vGg1jvqVlk2ggRirxW0EboNH_acdzG5Gu/s400/Cementerio2006_1007(012).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>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+02:00UP and DOWN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITCFtxQHY1RjcuXKPiPla2F2rdsBzBd0hggSCo7VUPKBzGIMRm8vtDDOEnsOHR9EUmYt8z8TE7l7jthY8Xo5_6YICqMjIFhcfMZHQaMSNFt5U9bS_Ta1xCE1kD2ppcl48pQg6/s1600-h/Tobogan.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITCFtxQHY1RjcuXKPiPla2F2rdsBzBd0hggSCo7VUPKBzGIMRm8vtDDOEnsOHR9EUmYt8z8TE7l7jthY8Xo5_6YICqMjIFhcfMZHQaMSNFt5U9bS_Ta1xCE1kD2ppcl48pQg6/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>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+01:00LA PAZ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHHYI7VUsuzY0x1k7t8ZdfnwQOP6lzn_4S9f7QRRy-O99c8HBGAmsB3uuElgU_D1g99GC5vhWYw99PnRPL6iBzTHM0T4G0huMDTkldy5gQ3cX4LC1XT9FgIwKuwYDtb7g2IBS/s1600-h/Paz_Hosok+tere.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHHYI7VUsuzY0x1k7t8ZdfnwQOP6lzn_4S9f7QRRy-O99c8HBGAmsB3uuElgU_D1g99GC5vhWYw99PnRPL6iBzTHM0T4G0huMDTkldy5gQ3cX4LC1XT9FgIwKuwYDtb7g2IBS/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>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+01:00AZ IDŐ - El tiempo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfBbK1cX_YchN63sZkH0gUSQHtV6ecxaKY4LhbeBEtX8zWj7XUrD8idO_re4tNOVfsU4vTQv8EOFq__uNG01dt_fn4emffvbDLaea_OePG9zEr4fRDqPSpYGCRlpHJU-w2fay/s1600-h/Budapest_distrito8.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfBbK1cX_YchN63sZkH0gUSQHtV6ecxaKY4LhbeBEtX8zWj7XUrD8idO_re4tNOVfsU4vTQv8EOFq__uNG01dt_fn4emffvbDLaea_OePG9zEr4fRDqPSpYGCRlpHJU-w2fay/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>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+01:00MINARETE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQtQfXsuargDsE6ULEDT41Gt1yE1c3YYh1Tu4BJgRoLykxFkyZJvUDSzDU84IMJM0_dkRcg9Mmh_tqssLyM6r6ru81YpCwUUtZJCF0-G39kq1JDgnqfbeudNyl31wd2iuZUKe/s1600-h/Skopje2007_0901(042).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQtQfXsuargDsE6ULEDT41Gt1yE1c3YYh1Tu4BJgRoLykxFkyZJvUDSzDU84IMJM0_dkRcg9Mmh_tqssLyM6r6ru81YpCwUUtZJCF0-G39kq1JDgnqfbeudNyl31wd2iuZUKe/s400/Skopje2007_0901(042).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>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+01:00BUSÓJÁRÁS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHoNnqJqBoK5TfQCW9zgVrwVXQVq2l6ASsxqPxfbLrSztsipGR3sW000p05pwEiy2knusGjpbj08Tbub-8AuHXS4awkg-wi3r23uBoqjfbpNFjT9P9muFuKTqEr9FcqWnCobt/s1600-h/Busojaras1_feb09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHoNnqJqBoK5TfQCW9zgVrwVXQVq2l6ASsxqPxfbLrSztsipGR3sW000p05pwEiy2knusGjpbj08Tbub-8AuHXS4awkg-wi3r23uBoqjfbpNFjT9P9muFuKTqEr9FcqWnCobt/s400/Busojaras1_feb09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306833747031326994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVxoim2aOKB11TyJHI80Ykbnp5_UdU_oTF2GBagkl2Ov97HyKDQX-nr_LL2oMGb3bgflAKg0EJ3DkV43QyBlUTrAM6agm0_DvOce44tj4mZfiuzTm-jiLGKlEqRufFILq54j0/s1600-h/Busojaras2_feb09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVxoim2aOKB11TyJHI80Ykbnp5_UdU_oTF2GBagkl2Ov97HyKDQX-nr_LL2oMGb3bgflAKg0EJ3DkV43QyBlUTrAM6agm0_DvOce44tj4mZfiuzTm-jiLGKlEqRufFILq54j0/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMVGKSlkPG1whxGDUOAigx1WXqzjW4HBh7i8STJfTenyPSckjLPOsrNPSsUpyXUJNx5S1Gw9RtJXYUYyrCB3ORjHfCXKRBdszepGhNTtO8ZAdRxT-mjRt-dqvn-FpJ3RcbFyp/s1600-h/Busojaras3_feb09.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMVGKSlkPG1whxGDUOAigx1WXqzjW4HBh7i8STJfTenyPSckjLPOsrNPSsUpyXUJNx5S1Gw9RtJXYUYyrCB3ORjHfCXKRBdszepGhNTtO8ZAdRxT-mjRt-dqvn-FpJ3RcbFyp/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>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+01:00CISNES SOBRE EL DANUBIO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4pQE5KUvHLxYOnRzdGXzljcx-Hda0aD-pzYeBry3pg5aYoTuYu4wiOpKDoT-1Hs2-Mg86EpDGLEj_OP3-HXbHxbsf4ooMSlfg23dQ_D_jbxLDE8btYZEL2N5HCn7I1736CtD/s1600-h/Bozsony_Ene09+%2831%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4pQE5KUvHLxYOnRzdGXzljcx-Hda0aD-pzYeBry3pg5aYoTuYu4wiOpKDoT-1Hs2-Mg86EpDGLEj_OP3-HXbHxbsf4ooMSlfg23dQ_D_jbxLDE8btYZEL2N5HCn7I1736CtD/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>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+01:00AMANECER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WsxCckrjDJwJu1qTlJQHCw2AELbBGz_5rZH93zpbURIoiVYFJGW99gBkN6Ru9A8F6js_4yYDCzy-MeD4QgjVRzA66O5nCEq7KbO1V9DV6Z4ayj4tBfvdRE-4TFM0-OhqFEqT/s1600-h/Amanecer_Gurugu2005_0120(006).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WsxCckrjDJwJu1qTlJQHCw2AELbBGz_5rZH93zpbURIoiVYFJGW99gBkN6Ru9A8F6js_4yYDCzy-MeD4QgjVRzA66O5nCEq7KbO1V9DV6Z4ayj4tBfvdRE-4TFM0-OhqFEqT/s400/Amanecer_Gurugu2005_0120(006).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>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+02:00AUTORRETRATO I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcHM6YxKp39V1W6HR0XlRRCyjgZe3-xZqyAMWFpbb53MYLgCibO44FI-FmosjVnK8S-hlT2jZ3mLcfjuCaP5gNUL-WAkecJo3AN6qNjKZbOBDQERnJh_lrWWHMG1TEzAyurj-/s1600-h/Praga_Ruzyne_08+001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcHM6YxKp39V1W6HR0XlRRCyjgZe3-xZqyAMWFpbb53MYLgCibO44FI-FmosjVnK8S-hlT2jZ3mLcfjuCaP5gNUL-WAkecJo3AN6qNjKZbOBDQERnJh_lrWWHMG1TEzAyurj-/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>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+01:00EL JUGADOR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Kw7g41yEOx-TLVoxuX_FGFvyZJmTHeErhBJpJhmxdLBp6xdQsTqp-zBPDUS9YoEknVqn8qFvEAAmXWGLTNmptguE1BocbzwjAeefb03CsvOZNgj1I0rfiAYqJTLH1rnHVRJa/s1600-h/Santiago_Chile2007_1206(041).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Kw7g41yEOx-TLVoxuX_FGFvyZJmTHeErhBJpJhmxdLBp6xdQsTqp-zBPDUS9YoEknVqn8qFvEAAmXWGLTNmptguE1BocbzwjAeefb03CsvOZNgj1I0rfiAYqJTLH1rnHVRJa/s400/Santiago_Chile2007_1206(041).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>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+01:00ELLA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAMU8TI4CiDDpcb376YjMxtaCFclWuNUc5yDVGEcPuuhfGL9mupWPMyqFwiDkap2enn_c-Zzv9J-BnIWrTu7IURnfiMjE46ois-up4GMf7r9Ryzqjxtr56XWNV2JbZwPLYg3-/s1600-h/Kobenhaven2008_0322(005).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAMU8TI4CiDDpcb376YjMxtaCFclWuNUc5yDVGEcPuuhfGL9mupWPMyqFwiDkap2enn_c-Zzv9J-BnIWrTu7IURnfiMjE46ois-up4GMf7r9Ryzqjxtr56XWNV2JbZwPLYg3-/s400/Kobenhaven2008_0322(005).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>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+01:00THE LOAD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXEQJYV91WuRNlyZ5PXfpA5VqPM6zFn69ncwzQDAM16igGQUuab_Ssf3AuYZNeU8_jwma_zPnj3hZN3rsm9_ufws4Q3mjCzt8Ysz_WPPNCFMjiuLIUAi6ggT2yjmCU8kFKty4/s1600-h/Kobenhaven2008_0321(031).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXXEQJYV91WuRNlyZ5PXfpA5VqPM6zFn69ncwzQDAM16igGQUuab_Ssf3AuYZNeU8_jwma_zPnj3hZN3rsm9_ufws4Q3mjCzt8Ysz_WPPNCFMjiuLIUAi6ggT2yjmCU8kFKty4/s400/Kobenhaven2008_0321(031).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>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+01:00RENE MANGE DU POULET<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GBhqtczYflJ1W_em5mKlKSRykAvlAnpivGMlVhmB0I1KSTtvDZgjcL_zULKLUHBHNYqX4HKCDqBF0Dplw_VS3K9bDMqhzsCbNMzOfLMYaA3Xs7efxZb3VoL51UTJdUi0WTOf/s1600-h/Kita2008_0528(035).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GBhqtczYflJ1W_em5mKlKSRykAvlAnpivGMlVhmB0I1KSTtvDZgjcL_zULKLUHBHNYqX4HKCDqBF0Dplw_VS3K9bDMqhzsCbNMzOfLMYaA3Xs7efxZb3VoL51UTJdUi0WTOf/s400/Kita2008_0528(035).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>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+01:00KISKÁCSA - El patito<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-vsfOlJ7CnwCIZNcG_mR366Ddf7gS_hBBwy0Yq6OMOhT9pN3ClV8lQNVbuNZusrDbaciej5hYQlx9yMHIMy7iEIT0B8zU4HZZ4KlyvTTsgaYvp_zj63tUIxlBGsrBhB6ROl7/s1600-h/Kiskacsa.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV-vsfOlJ7CnwCIZNcG_mR366Ddf7gS_hBBwy0Yq6OMOhT9pN3ClV8lQNVbuNZusrDbaciej5hYQlx9yMHIMy7iEIT0B8zU4HZZ4KlyvTTsgaYvp_zj63tUIxlBGsrBhB6ROl7/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>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31345177.post-35424378164646645332008-11-16T22:39:00.004+01:002008-11-16T22:59:05.817+01:00ŐSZ - Otoño<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTzp_jAbW0z5b4Y_m_fVM1BMvNq-1chnK9rrUN5HkXhhbbVIVEqVqqqnv1VS-ZY6ehDehYlyY1e8a7_p-LchNwKpPG0lCarbE1LyChJ-Df5O-4RfD6BhSO0rhcqVUhiK6YVYVu/s1600-h/%C3%96sz.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTzp_jAbW0z5b4Y_m_fVM1BMvNq-1chnK9rrUN5HkXhhbbVIVEqVqqqnv1VS-ZY6ehDehYlyY1e8a7_p-LchNwKpPG0lCarbE1LyChJ-Df5O-4RfD6BhSO0rhcqVUhiK6YVYVu/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>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+01:00ATARDECER EN KITA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIEH9P33ySZ2GuFQoKhb_-2MS1laLlY6sHvqpEOTSbouWsh5n-tJ-Pu_86BAlt5WauqBHlO3TFqGs6zZSGmDczFvqKwFbLfjWqvGqTpe4uPyobrWTQ19dLiBPg1_gYqQte1Pe/s1600-h/Kita2008_0528(082).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiIEH9P33ySZ2GuFQoKhb_-2MS1laLlY6sHvqpEOTSbouWsh5n-tJ-Pu_86BAlt5WauqBHlO3TFqGs6zZSGmDczFvqKwFbLfjWqvGqTpe4uPyobrWTQ19dLiBPg1_gYqQte1Pe/s400/Kita2008_0528(082).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>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+01:00SIÓN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhUQH8zFn-rl2BioejuFBGPBoPJ7gUL9RBkdFywTJc6nw12cc1Bo2SmzQh-hnYQyFtLBdzzH0SPo9CBkxyH8ETGZRN7AFHXrpTDdQqFPmPNP8LjZPUVG-uNjHmsKT2VGP_jwB/s1600-h/Barrio+judio_nov08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhUQH8zFn-rl2BioejuFBGPBoPJ7gUL9RBkdFywTJc6nw12cc1Bo2SmzQh-hnYQyFtLBdzzH0SPo9CBkxyH8ETGZRN7AFHXrpTDdQqFPmPNP8LjZPUVG-uNjHmsKT2VGP_jwB/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>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+01:00L'APPEL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zc_pschfTE-0Y01CXWn69W_q6LYkBUREQHv-1SbVFbH2RtPbVv-SIXBYIheDicJmG5CBAd45yGlAswmkvM4uk7Ax-IG1P2aJQU5BVUp8Od5rIzVDDCLRlU7ytoiRl9jphwA1/s1600-h/Kita2008_0528(026).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-zc_pschfTE-0Y01CXWn69W_q6LYkBUREQHv-1SbVFbH2RtPbVv-SIXBYIheDicJmG5CBAd45yGlAswmkvM4uk7Ax-IG1P2aJQU5BVUp8Od5rIzVDDCLRlU7ytoiRl9jphwA1/s400/Kita2008_0528(026).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>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+01:00ALEGRIA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3R-4oqpDZ3gcrmqej-GmSr_o4TM_AKs-c9NHVPbciSwXBAMD9dAUvFt-8PaSOnSGcHNdB5e6829GPFpVrruUAVt-cr-R_DPLsaJ_fyV7NU9Qvf__kThPi3C7s69FOQ-bXiuM/s1600-h/Bamako2008_0525(094).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM3R-4oqpDZ3gcrmqej-GmSr_o4TM_AKs-c9NHVPbciSwXBAMD9dAUvFt-8PaSOnSGcHNdB5e6829GPFpVrruUAVt-cr-R_DPLsaJ_fyV7NU9Qvf__kThPi3C7s69FOQ-bXiuM/s400/Bamako2008_0525(094).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>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+01:00Христос воскресе<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigV-RqqiPwwsNXOFEocUobj6YCMG4e5P3OWXnFvDcuWHmVFa0dcueFD4U4nctpaq7Kcr9XhoMeyVPxzAg16SQLAvfJSxT9IZLRYKdJGF6wf2Z6MwS8o22v1wkbNhe8-QdZuRn/s1600-h/Aljon_Baykal2006_1013(077).JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigV-RqqiPwwsNXOFEocUobj6YCMG4e5P3OWXnFvDcuWHmVFa0dcueFD4U4nctpaq7Kcr9XhoMeyVPxzAg16SQLAvfJSxT9IZLRYKdJGF6wf2Z6MwS8o22v1wkbNhe8-QdZuRn/s400/Aljon_Baykal2006_1013(077).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>Sergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497950870528786757noreply@blogger.com4