tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55858791782816386632024-02-02T07:30:41.980+01:00Despierta, estás en ZaragozaTeresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-15660163974930826442009-12-24T00:26:00.002+01:002009-12-24T00:28:57.772+01:00Ventajas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdjI925nQTBJOFcd8OXWNPNoIJ6bpiTV-7DTACUd_VKp_3nVdJWJ8JmLR7N8fpKuJY8HSXUsRUASll-8XIwM5ZUstmvrvVrgyAyu2eYi2o67iAfrisnMkOoseLstsOYfLZsDj2JkvYQ/s1600-h/suelo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdjI925nQTBJOFcd8OXWNPNoIJ6bpiTV-7DTACUd_VKp_3nVdJWJ8JmLR7N8fpKuJY8HSXUsRUASll-8XIwM5ZUstmvrvVrgyAyu2eYi2o67iAfrisnMkOoseLstsOYfLZsDj2JkvYQ/s400/suelo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418577424115196338" /></a><br /><br />... de bajar la miradaTeresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-39267326729173684672009-12-20T22:44:00.002+01:002009-12-20T22:47:25.379+01:00Un bar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfy-GkNP6xhq8HnleZEKwzAZCj6HgP-5kcmbXLfV8yJRDWVjtG-mYJx238SUsWDC9Xa7dM2ep1Ez8bY_I9Dlcfy3Vce9tkBmP7GEnfkQiZWW2mrMy2tQW5OkfW-QmmO6bbDInWkmNVQ/s1600-h/momento.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfy-GkNP6xhq8HnleZEKwzAZCj6HgP-5kcmbXLfV8yJRDWVjtG-mYJx238SUsWDC9Xa7dM2ep1Ez8bY_I9Dlcfy3Vce9tkBmP7GEnfkQiZWW2mrMy2tQW5OkfW-QmmO6bbDInWkmNVQ/s400/momento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417437630236594962" /></a><br /><br />No tengo ganas de contarle a nadie como es mi momento perfecto.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-80322499239753056992009-12-02T07:42:00.002+01:002009-12-02T07:50:30.713+01:00Bar NY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k9JiN55tdmOUeab3pvnAqxZCCYBFJd18mJPPODpb_pVai1onRxhEGZGZZtT_buLOeWhrkflCTIidYl-L2V1CMZoN7ms5N1Jn2cTBZ08VL5mZMCuXM7r3mM3ESJ3Wklzxw3XzrLAnyg/s1600-h/barny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_k9JiN55tdmOUeab3pvnAqxZCCYBFJd18mJPPODpb_pVai1onRxhEGZGZZtT_buLOeWhrkflCTIidYl-L2V1CMZoN7ms5N1Jn2cTBZ08VL5mZMCuXM7r3mM3ESJ3Wklzxw3XzrLAnyg/s400/barny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410526776527809282" /></a><br /><br />Resguardada, protegida y en calma.<br />Enfocando lo que tengo cerca,<br />sin importarme el resto del mundo.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-7733902932106238122009-10-28T20:50:00.001+01:002009-10-28T20:52:58.186+01:00Sueños cumplidos<center><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3lS-69XAgk&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3lS-69XAgk&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Cuando era niña quería ser Nika Costa...<br /><br />Hoy, tengo 33 años.<br /><br />Y todo lo que quiero ser, incluso lo que nunca me atreví a soñar... lo soy.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-43018805627487389452009-10-25T09:12:00.003+01:002009-10-25T09:13:25.073+01:00También me gusta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTkJfE2LkMpNB31gGYqNzLzUr6cWgbp-V_9TbSPAQYwEL-i3M0yCl7iPJ5T6mhV7ZTA9_Ps3nVmz-4MGx4ZYcHupCD7z_6iwe8ZMqjWF4PQw5N8QXr0RhqQ97Rxr15bLOY7YLH-cfSg/s1600-h/Lleida.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaTkJfE2LkMpNB31gGYqNzLzUr6cWgbp-V_9TbSPAQYwEL-i3M0yCl7iPJ5T6mhV7ZTA9_Ps3nVmz-4MGx4ZYcHupCD7z_6iwe8ZMqjWF4PQw5N8QXr0RhqQ97Rxr15bLOY7YLH-cfSg/s400/Lleida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396447676088884898" /></a><br /><br />A veces,<br />despertar en otros lugares.<br /><br />Para seguir soñando.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-25920815937719529612009-10-06T23:41:00.002+02:002009-10-06T23:42:59.133+02:00Uno<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-E9ZtrTEF75d0b9xCjULOo-26UQ5K6siBowdt8LHkZhxeOKXfob1hml-kHP1TUI9SqzVVbLe0wQOjpB0sjlSqXGY7kCPuzNlLfvaTuV1zw4TKv85cdzOwJmCpuM5vllJx22-XUvXrYA/s1600-h/uno.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-E9ZtrTEF75d0b9xCjULOo-26UQ5K6siBowdt8LHkZhxeOKXfob1hml-kHP1TUI9SqzVVbLe0wQOjpB0sjlSqXGY7kCPuzNlLfvaTuV1zw4TKv85cdzOwJmCpuM5vllJx22-XUvXrYA/s400/uno.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389605695546838162" /></a><br /><br />El único.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-63451436585232351432009-09-17T13:22:00.004+02:002009-09-17T13:28:45.401+02:00HoyHa vuelto a la ciudad este viento frío que tanto me gusta.<br /><br />Me asomo al Puente de Piedra,<br />y pienso en ti.<br /><br />Los siluros intenta comerse a las palomas.<br /><br />¿Será cierto, que nada es imposible?Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-87532843049543562852009-08-31T21:24:00.005+02:002009-08-31T21:35:34.248+02:00Graffiti<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsun8aGn7LP9nsYaUVs1RXDl0mvUiA3cT3qQH3qvINnq64fCNmZHUVPb07UXI8vyca7uX-6aMG_Vy79zbfte9gJfmUaE7xz8DEk2i7k_wCUK-bQUKNX4kk5Tayh-Bqhd5GCEDm3HZdQ/s1600-h/ojo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsun8aGn7LP9nsYaUVs1RXDl0mvUiA3cT3qQH3qvINnq64fCNmZHUVPb07UXI8vyca7uX-6aMG_Vy79zbfte9gJfmUaE7xz8DEk2i7k_wCUK-bQUKNX4kk5Tayh-Bqhd5GCEDm3HZdQ/s400/ojo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376212281727904354" /></a><br /><br /><br />¿Serás tú, el ojo que todo lo ve?Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-7435573502449451292009-08-20T21:27:00.002+02:002009-08-20T21:30:31.663+02:00Arco del Dean<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglrnCBvuqF-JoKJ_c4W87Ig_xaWT8ba52S076v-FMJmVXlPK28u-CZTD0QgD_8qmuwuvmQEsyRy8cleAAJqO8TJ-74bUgLDtfSvmadAV5EFANEBEWEq48NlfpP1uZUARwiWSzJCTwjA/s1600-h/persiana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjglrnCBvuqF-JoKJ_c4W87Ig_xaWT8ba52S076v-FMJmVXlPK28u-CZTD0QgD_8qmuwuvmQEsyRy8cleAAJqO8TJ-74bUgLDtfSvmadAV5EFANEBEWEq48NlfpP1uZUARwiWSzJCTwjA/s400/persiana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372130050077016306" /></a><br /><br />Una vez más despierto, <br />frente al Arco del Dean.<br /><br />La persiana es oscura <br />y me tapa,<br />pero no me impide contemplarlo.<br /><br />Desnuda y callada.<br /><br />Esclava y libre.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-9260118798788349312009-08-15T09:05:00.004+02:002009-08-20T21:31:46.230+02:00San Blas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbwMhezobqhuKn_12NMi34E0SgQPshAISSdSBhJRU9tOs2cgB66nEUE3o3luVovSXC13yuEDauQvClqHBtA2ToNJSqaKYCcw5V9c_FduGyWwhPbqWlX6MSGdLwOq-PwTkvH1JDZQRfw/s1600-h/callesanblas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbwMhezobqhuKn_12NMi34E0SgQPshAISSdSBhJRU9tOs2cgB66nEUE3o3luVovSXC13yuEDauQvClqHBtA2ToNJSqaKYCcw5V9c_FduGyWwhPbqWlX6MSGdLwOq-PwTkvH1JDZQRfw/s400/callesanblas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370083468072993234" /></a><br /><br />De Zaragoza me sigue enamorando, <br />su luz,<br />al atardecer.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-24821815263203784142009-07-28T08:01:00.002+02:002009-07-28T08:04:00.416+02:00Eartha Kitt - C'est Si Bon<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5WVkl_f7_E&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5WVkl_f7_E&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Un poco de música antes de ponerme a escribir.<br /><br />Todavía no ha empezado el calor sofocante...<br />C'est si bon<br /><br />je ne suis pas plus perdueTeresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-82494472422606731612009-07-09T08:42:00.003+02:002009-07-09T08:45:26.583+02:00Reflejos 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8ImdaNdPNh5ZEy_AJawmizAJp_k9o97u-9FCAAVnhtXjcs3qbRidOwCWVEFZOchtXpKI7ph5kUOcLfJzCUBuabl3k2zeF2V_5KHeqVwnM9kjijM1pH7JoauOEjLB1hvaYHmOXK1c3w/s1600-h/espejos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF8ImdaNdPNh5ZEy_AJawmizAJp_k9o97u-9FCAAVnhtXjcs3qbRidOwCWVEFZOchtXpKI7ph5kUOcLfJzCUBuabl3k2zeF2V_5KHeqVwnM9kjijM1pH7JoauOEjLB1hvaYHmOXK1c3w/s400/espejos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356347761784414018" /></a><br /><br />La ciudad está llena de espejos.<br /><br />Yo soy un espejo, también.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-62312056224877414672009-06-23T23:21:00.005+02:002009-06-23T23:29:16.449+02:00Para Isa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiUg8iQ7-xYN4NcYtz496VsBZj9Hdwc5Q8WTdb2inBlGd7Vml3EKIifOzVk-PhmLauGxg2Ivf7klt05GtJoK3H2umDoDeHwg31mvGlfghSvvfCJn4TvYD5rNIca5Cjx6nmLB1JfuV9Q/s1600-h/sanjuan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiUg8iQ7-xYN4NcYtz496VsBZj9Hdwc5Q8WTdb2inBlGd7Vml3EKIifOzVk-PhmLauGxg2Ivf7klt05GtJoK3H2umDoDeHwg31mvGlfghSvvfCJn4TvYD5rNIca5Cjx6nmLB1JfuV9Q/s400/sanjuan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350636404677795442" /></a><br /><br />Noche de San Juan, sin petardos, ni hogueras.<br /> <br />Noche de San Juan sin vino, coca, ni calle.<br /><br />Esta noche la paso en casa, tranquila y sola.<br /><br />Los fuegos artificiales, <br />van por dentro.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-48738162829318564682009-05-26T07:37:00.000+02:002009-05-26T07:38:36.601+02:00Bongiorno!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizj3VUorp1okbr2tdql6BZ73xTWtLFcHyB4sSmAaWj4xpLSJR-z3wzn2e44AO-xQGvVkYta4KtTYrSac8JoLo9OSC9C0JZa1LhueKhJkFQHLGBTQ8viH5XhvNWmU3WGfdMed3KUEgbjw/s1600-h/encasas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizj3VUorp1okbr2tdql6BZ73xTWtLFcHyB4sSmAaWj4xpLSJR-z3wzn2e44AO-xQGvVkYta4KtTYrSac8JoLo9OSC9C0JZa1LhueKhJkFQHLGBTQ8viH5XhvNWmU3WGfdMed3KUEgbjw/s400/encasas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340002797160562066" /></a><br /><br />El desayuno,<br />la ducha,<br />las ganas de vivir,<br />otro día que empieza.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-41971445057493394252009-05-16T07:42:00.001+02:002009-05-16T07:44:03.501+02:001,2,3... Nada más<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVyVEprXHqQ&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVyVEprXHqQ&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Despertando con energía!!!Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-65489414719838128592009-05-12T00:32:00.005+02:002009-05-12T00:36:38.739+02:00Estrenando cámara<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQ8i1BVLjVK6oMAtzLY38lzQjWMIOYTGM-aaAkKh3b4c7H8nF0TJ4cD-poM40FFc2DFnXV4PqPxKnvXjbYmNEDN3L5a1EjDhkHAj1SOavkjyIiaSC_0Usan1noBPYpC6-RZGlWamEHg/s1600-h/habana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQ8i1BVLjVK6oMAtzLY38lzQjWMIOYTGM-aaAkKh3b4c7H8nF0TJ4cD-poM40FFc2DFnXV4PqPxKnvXjbYmNEDN3L5a1EjDhkHAj1SOavkjyIiaSC_0Usan1noBPYpC6-RZGlWamEHg/s400/habana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334697935742824242" /></a><br /><br />La ciudad también guarda <br />colores de la Habana.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-40980612091248301902009-05-07T07:06:00.001+02:002009-05-07T07:07:51.758+02:00Agua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M0ZToLF7Vwrhki0tFUQfoxT9GTmQbdBlTc5XdOCzNc9RDJLsUnzuT3dJBKQQHRKsw-bVogi8tEGVkR-7UfBjEH2hmV6mxmdCIab6hJ1FhbghVBbGZbU5OXHnASRyNtRJu-sg7irf_w/s1600-h/cruzarelpunte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8M0ZToLF7Vwrhki0tFUQfoxT9GTmQbdBlTc5XdOCzNc9RDJLsUnzuT3dJBKQQHRKsw-bVogi8tEGVkR-7UfBjEH2hmV6mxmdCIab6hJ1FhbghVBbGZbU5OXHnASRyNtRJu-sg7irf_w/s400/cruzarelpunte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332944241484865986" /></a><br /><br />Cruzar el puente no siempre es pasar "al otro lado"<br /><br />A veces es descubrir... a veces volver.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-71444136512491274112009-05-01T11:53:00.003+02:002009-05-01T12:04:08.609+02:00How Do You Keep The Music Playing?<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8FxHoKI-s4&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f8FxHoKI-s4&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Feliz cumpleaños papá.<br /><br />He buscado muchas versiones de tu canción favorita, para regalarte hoy,<br />pero la mejor sigue siendo la de Tony Bennett. Qué te voy a contar...<br /><br />La música sigue sonando y tu sigues viviendo en ella, siempre.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-41348756887975846392009-05-01T02:11:00.002+02:002009-05-01T02:14:37.328+02:00En primavera<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWRzZ9S3EspHVNMRTP6U58RJxzhuuJ26sPXV-3vl6QEjBvybSN790g3UD6VLabDTR6xlYOFe3rRJgic6w_eyZCqUOS0ovvzhbimYlSvb-e1RI5HW9Fgy31PCYSU-jGiJVMbJ_YSaFuw/s1600-h/primavera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFWRzZ9S3EspHVNMRTP6U58RJxzhuuJ26sPXV-3vl6QEjBvybSN790g3UD6VLabDTR6xlYOFe3rRJgic6w_eyZCqUOS0ovvzhbimYlSvb-e1RI5HW9Fgy31PCYSU-jGiJVMbJ_YSaFuw/s400/primavera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330642194633922706" /></a><br /><br />Nací (otra vez)Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-70491605554253710242009-04-26T09:02:00.002+02:002009-04-26T09:05:23.449+02:00En la calle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSFlzhIz1Lq9zZ0e7bJvGZdqrOY4Rk4kvllJOUFflTVlIttp1lxUbbOUZLZR_2rFC7oVyuHk_Z1RkQzx2srXlndZzKq-ONN5yfNsTMp9_J07T33UXj9rmgCabuEh4BTnC8A0wrad7FA/s1600-h/enlacalle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSFlzhIz1Lq9zZ0e7bJvGZdqrOY4Rk4kvllJOUFflTVlIttp1lxUbbOUZLZR_2rFC7oVyuHk_Z1RkQzx2srXlndZzKq-ONN5yfNsTMp9_J07T33UXj9rmgCabuEh4BTnC8A0wrad7FA/s400/enlacalle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328892276726870274" /></a><br /> <br />Lo mejor de esta foto estaba (está) pasando dentro de mí.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-26388038661993238812009-03-22T10:22:00.004+01:002009-03-29T12:28:03.329+02:00Visitas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQx4RpXB8Ah3Z4yvRFrj6XYodF5k6fF8lL5mEbhPkS1oOtgXPqPtssUuE1dG_c3HzXpZqaVxZc8fm0fFOYBqerQwqo9mUJcXZYuo2pinF_ZTcFGW2fWqKCHvGHsRaLht26oC4SVy4Ng/s1600-h/turistas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQx4RpXB8Ah3Z4yvRFrj6XYodF5k6fF8lL5mEbhPkS1oOtgXPqPtssUuE1dG_c3HzXpZqaVxZc8fm0fFOYBqerQwqo9mUJcXZYuo2pinF_ZTcFGW2fWqKCHvGHsRaLht26oC4SVy4Ng/s400/turistas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315940361203963490" /></a><br /><br />Turistas, curiosos, beatos, vecinos...<br /><br />La puerta no siempre está abierta,<br />pero ellos esperan, el tiempo que haga falta.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-54848616464293086442009-03-20T10:47:00.001+01:002009-03-20T10:48:32.635+01:00...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk28h6A1NnIV1JMJ5wacWeuDh4hFOflFn6-dcPCa9iNEDLn0uxOoPjbB_zftFEyo8yCys6HI9QZn51ff5gGJqsySS5qrKxWCO6au6Tmc06ypNsL6Rmh55hcrqhzSCs-Q2JZI72Bjtomw/s1600-h/desenfocada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk28h6A1NnIV1JMJ5wacWeuDh4hFOflFn6-dcPCa9iNEDLn0uxOoPjbB_zftFEyo8yCys6HI9QZn51ff5gGJqsySS5qrKxWCO6au6Tmc06ypNsL6Rmh55hcrqhzSCs-Q2JZI72Bjtomw/s400/desenfocada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315204485427764802" /></a><br /><br />A veces una imagen desenfocada vale más que mil palabrasTeresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-90884585470325609302009-03-14T16:43:00.002+01:002009-03-14T16:48:14.809+01:00Dulce renuncia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtNX9Wm8oXFCQzLZ1kTl06RQi7Bv6KKgsPqjimBi7gsdXG4SfQAvaqCHGhqQHhSWYDv39r01t8OtRmSw5HB5Fgkkf2IsfAnp2O117EmUTFW8KU1vNOLdosaSgbxkfRiVeDu6y92YlJA/s1600-h/escaparate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRtNX9Wm8oXFCQzLZ1kTl06RQi7Bv6KKgsPqjimBi7gsdXG4SfQAvaqCHGhqQHhSWYDv39r01t8OtRmSw5HB5Fgkkf2IsfAnp2O117EmUTFW8KU1vNOLdosaSgbxkfRiVeDu6y92YlJA/s400/escaparate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313069829142827186" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pasar sin mirar... eso es de cobardes.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-48459738256574490842009-03-13T23:32:00.002+01:002009-03-13T23:35:59.120+01:00Escaleras<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGTJuvL7ntPKhPpy5Nx_-z9Pvw8uBtKiJwAog34lg5SrCl1Lkue9ZuGyUp95Tl1blN7EmqWVZoJlMDrbjO2JV86yO1gu-vgDYOm6ghKNH5Usdpy1S_YdTnmvUsHX6vJb1gHPRx47d5A/s1600-h/escalera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvGTJuvL7ntPKhPpy5Nx_-z9Pvw8uBtKiJwAog34lg5SrCl1Lkue9ZuGyUp95Tl1blN7EmqWVZoJlMDrbjO2JV86yO1gu-vgDYOm6ghKNH5Usdpy1S_YdTnmvUsHX6vJb1gHPRx47d5A/s400/escalera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804262418043906" /></a><br /><br />Subir,<br />cada día un nuevo peldaño...Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-4582609108948694862009-03-07T18:24:00.002+01:002009-03-07T18:34:23.727+01:00No se identifique<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRgqzkr_c5Y2-SGJ6weAhazXOw2rtGd5iV8pYtXjcIRTeoT_0ukHFA0M1vNyYBkTPbGp-BsYlKf8_ChTVzfY8THbU1hXR6qcoRxQ-rG8X7FvtrDO1BJIzb11vUzgnB97KPwc8oAH-tg/s1600-h/bolitas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKRgqzkr_c5Y2-SGJ6weAhazXOw2rtGd5iV8pYtXjcIRTeoT_0ukHFA0M1vNyYBkTPbGp-BsYlKf8_ChTVzfY8THbU1hXR6qcoRxQ-rG8X7FvtrDO1BJIzb11vUzgnB97KPwc8oAH-tg/s400/bolitas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310498170387735250" /></a><br /><br />No es necesario entenderlo todo.<br /><br />A veces incluso es maravilloso no hacerlo.Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com8