tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55858791782816386632011-11-28T00:53:09.734+01:00Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.comBlogger401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-15660163974930826442009-12-24T00:26:00.002+01:002009-12-24T00:28:57.772+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SzKndVhWYbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z9T6_KBza5o/s1600-h/suelo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SzKndVhWYbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Z9T6_KBza5o/s400/suelo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418577424115196338" /></a><br /><br />... de bajar la mirada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-1566016397493082644?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa 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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Sy6a0mcWExI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Hp95dR8AY3Y/s1600-h/momento.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Sy6a0mcWExI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Hp95dR8AY3Y/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-3926732672917368467?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SxYNb-Kt6wI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-8IUklG9eMA/s1600-h/barny.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SxYNb-Kt6wI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-8IUklG9eMA/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-8032249923975305699?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+01:00<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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-773390293210623812?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SuQIkd5CnqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DDkQ0f3TK0Q/s1600-h/Lleida.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SuQIkd5CnqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DDkQ0f3TK0Q/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-4301880562748738945?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Ssu50yJ9zJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CRPvRBoYo7Q/s1600-h/uno.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Ssu50yJ9zJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/CRPvRBoYo7Q/s400/uno.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389605695546838162" /></a><br /><br />El único.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2592081593771952961?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00Ha 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?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-6345143658523235143?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Spwklfl76mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R-2-f2L1Fh4/s1600-h/ojo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Spwklfl76mI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R-2-f2L1Fh4/s400/ojo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376212281727904354" /></a><br /><br /><br />¿Serás tú, el ojo que todo lo ve?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-8753284304954356285?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/So2j0VoKwPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vFB-Xl4H7GU/s1600-h/persiana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/So2j0VoKwPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/vFB-Xl4H7GU/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-743557350244945129?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SoZedliwQdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQg7v7mdudk/s1600-h/callesanblas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SoZedliwQdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MQg7v7mdudk/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-926011879878834931?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<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 perdue<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2482181526320378414?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa 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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SlWR6QKeX0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JgvwK6Lz7Rk/s1600-h/espejos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SlWR6QKeX0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JgvwK6Lz7Rk/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-8249447242260673161?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SkFHdg8X3nI/AAAAAAAAADo/19eNpHypWTM/s1600-h/sanjuan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SkFHdg8X3nI/AAAAAAAAADo/19eNpHypWTM/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-6231205622487741467?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/ShuAQGBY_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/SXvaRS4BaWY/s1600-h/encasas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/ShuAQGBY_ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/SXvaRS4BaWY/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-4873816282931856468?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<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!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-4197144505749339425?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SginghP17zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OhnhULQKHDU/s1600-h/habana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SginghP17zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OhnhULQKHDU/s400/habana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334697935742824242" /></a><br /><br />La ciudad también guarda <br />colores de la Habana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-6548941471983812859?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SgJsiFCrocI/AAAAAAAAACs/LwA8TwWKNs0/s1600-h/cruzarelpunte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SgJsiFCrocI/AAAAAAAAACs/LwA8TwWKNs0/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-4098061209124830190?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-7144413651249127411?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Sfo-1UPdGJI/AAAAAAAAACk/K64Me_6T3z0/s1600-h/primavera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Sfo-1UPdGJI/AAAAAAAAACk/K64Me_6T3z0/s400/primavera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330642194633922706" /></a><br /><br />Nací (otra vez)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-4134875688797584639?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SfQHSsCgsQI/AAAAAAAAACc/v3xJO3LxJYg/s1600-h/enlacalle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SfQHSsCgsQI/AAAAAAAAACc/v3xJO3LxJYg/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-7049160555425371024?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/ScYDl-y5VmI/AAAAAAAAACU/QKPPrepxhAg/s1600-h/turistas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/ScYDl-y5VmI/AAAAAAAAACU/QKPPrepxhAg/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2638803866199323881?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/ScNmUX58HkI/AAAAAAAAACM/0VGb3HHStaA/s1600-h/desenfocada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/ScNmUX58HkI/AAAAAAAAACM/0VGb3HHStaA/s400/desenfocada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315204485427764802" /></a><br /><br />A veces una imagen desenfocada vale más que mil palabras<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-5484861646429308644?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa 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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SbvQ3BjnULI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mqq6FmiQOhk/s1600-h/escaparate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SbvQ3BjnULI/AAAAAAAAACE/Mqq6FmiQOhk/s400/escaparate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313069829142827186" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pasar sin mirar... eso es de cobardes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-9088458547032560930?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SbrfVAab1AI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZeSZTOXFO2o/s1600-h/escalera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SbrfVAab1AI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZeSZTOXFO2o/s400/escalera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312804262418043906" /></a><br /><br />Subir,<br />cada día un nuevo peldaño...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-4845973825657449084?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SbKt8yJSotI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yMewPX-TNHc/s1600-h/bolitas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SbKt8yJSotI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yMewPX-TNHc/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-458260910894869486?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-77109408009420730302009-03-04T09:26:00.002+01:002009-03-04T09:33:32.175+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Sa47XsjPCyI/AAAAAAAAABs/1wo1hr-C4lY/s1600-h/mercadillo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Sa47XsjPCyI/AAAAAAAAABs/1wo1hr-C4lY/s400/mercadillo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309246288998370082" /></a><br /><br />Hoy no hace sol,<br />ni es domingo,<br />ni hay mercadillo en la Plaza San Bruno.<br /><br />Pero en mi corazón es fiesta,<br />hoy,<br />siempre...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-7710940800942073030?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-76669644346962347672009-03-01T10:29:00.006+01:002009-03-01T10:40:53.618+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SapX2tV7x-I/AAAAAAAAABk/7_rjiZ2uO-I/s1600-h/pasadizo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SapX2tV7x-I/AAAAAAAAABk/7_rjiZ2uO-I/s400/pasadizo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308151708205696994" /></a><br /><br />Los fines de semana,<br />mi pasaje secreto, se llena de gente,<br />que va de aquí para allá,<br />tranquilamente,<br />sin ni siquiera imaginar,<br />que pisan territorio ajeno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-7666964434696234767?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-54931900650140569542009-02-28T18:07:00.002+01:002009-02-28T18:11:48.909+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Salvx8jMaYI/AAAAAAAAABc/B_N1vohJ2pw/s1600-h/pasado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/Salvx8jMaYI/AAAAAAAAABc/B_N1vohJ2pw/s400/pasado.jpg" border="0" alt="desfile"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307896539690854786" /></a><br /><br />Salgo a pasear, sin rumbo, sin pensar, sin mirar...<br />sólo por caminar un poco.<br /><br />Y la calle una vez más, <br />me obliga a abrir los ojos,<br />los oídos,<br />y el alma...<br /><br />Te quiero Zaragoza!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-5493190065014056954?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-16996547680967635082009-02-25T10:38:00.010+01:002009-02-26T17:30:43.316+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SaUSNK3hdUI/AAAAAAAAABM/MRUIbkfYzc8/s1600-h/porlaventana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SaUSNK3hdUI/AAAAAAAAABM/MRUIbkfYzc8/s400/porlaventana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306667753390830914" /></a><br /><br />Empiezo a disfrutar de los primeros rayos de sol.<br />¿Que podría añadir a eso?<br /><br />Con un poco de luz y calor, <br />ya no necesito palabras.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-1699654768096763508?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-11525467363790469122009-02-20T09:23:00.001+01:002009-02-20T09:25:38.446+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SZ5ow9LmRoI/AAAAAAAAABE/gizSdOxbmVI/s1600-h/puente.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SZ5ow9LmRoI/AAAAAAAAABE/gizSdOxbmVI/s400/puente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792601355241090" /></a><br /><br />Así me lo encontré.<br /><br />Un camino que no necesita adornos,<br />para una mujer, que se desprendió de sus disfraces.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-1152546736379046912?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-5667288804160675462009-01-24T23:00:00.003+01:002009-01-24T23:05:08.456+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SXuQH6MN_aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EF1xESRmPl8/s1600-h/zuera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SXuQH6MN_aI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EF1xESRmPl8/s400/zuera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294984252458139042" /></a><br /><br />Desnuda en la nieve descubrí, <br />que el frío quema,<br />y que mi piel sólo existe<br />para separar un fuego, <br />de otro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-566728880416067546?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-55486486831147712432009-01-13T00:07:00.010+01:002009-01-13T00:23:28.670+01:00Vuelta a casa,<br />de noche,<br />el frío en la piel <br />y una neblina blanca,<br />acariciando la Seo.<br /><br />Camino por la calle Palafox<br />y escucho el latido de unas botas,<br />toc, toc, toc, toc...<br /><br />Mientras mi corazón bombea,<br />I've got you under my skin,<br /><br />Intento no silbar,<br />no bailar, no cantar,<br />no soñar...<br /><br />Pero no puedo evitarlo.<br /><br />Entre mis costillas,<br />se ha formado una orquesta.<br /><br />Y suena de puta madre.<br /><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/obfrxr_NsWk&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/obfrxr_NsWk&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-5548648683114771243?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-22146441942223850342009-01-09T20:44:00.002+01:002009-01-09T20:46:22.129+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWepTVst9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m3WsRq_z2kI/s1600-h/Virgen_pilar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWepTVst9JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m3WsRq_z2kI/s400/Virgen_pilar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289382437077251218" /></a><br /><br />- La Virgen del Pilar dice, que no quiere ser francesa...<br /><br />- Pues a mí, que quieres que te diga, no me importaría ser <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYPhtNy0o9Q&feature=related"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Carla Bruni</span></a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2214644194222385034?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-60870019461976066312009-01-08T15:12:00.005+01:002009-01-08T15:19:08.298+01:00- ¿Alguna vez habías pasado tanto frío?<br />- Sí, sólo una vez, cuando viví en el fondo del mar<br />- ¿Cuándo? ¿Cuándo todavía eras muda y tenías cola de pez?<br />- Claro ¿Cuándo va a ser? hace ya un montón de años.<br /><br />- Vaya, oye ¿has visto el <a href="http://instituto.frances.zaragoza.diwiki.org/index.php/Ciclo_Primeras_obras"><span style="font-weight:bold;">ciclo de cine francés</span></a> que hacen en la <a href="http://www.redaragon.com/agenda/fichaestablecimiento.asp?id=33">Filmoteca</a>?<br />- Puf, la humedad era terrible allá abajo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-6087001946197606631?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-25400646198188866552009-01-07T23:13:00.005+01:002009-01-08T08:56:17.361+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWWv_CuEzjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6384jffdW8Y/s1600-h/espumosos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWWv_CuEzjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/6384jffdW8Y/s400/espumosos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288826835013258802" /></a><br /><br />Ver la gente pasar,<br />nada más,<br />tras el cristal.<br />Mientras respiro aromas de tabaco,<br />y aceite a punto de carbonizarse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2540064619818886655?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-9654240057472075412009-01-06T11:11:00.009+01:002009-01-06T11:26:39.682+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWMudzQ1RDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S3WxliPifLg/s1600-h/kilmt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWMudzQ1RDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/S3WxliPifLg/s400/kilmt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288121476974986290" /></a><br /><br />Ayer puse por fin mi nombre en el buzón. <br />Nadie tiene mi dirección. Nadie puede escribirme cartas. Pero es agradable, encabezar con bolígrafo una dirección. Un hogar.<br /><br />Más tarde, mi compañera de piso me dio a escoger entre varias láminas de <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Klimt">Klimt</a>. Todas me gustaban, pero me quedé para mi habitación con <span style="font-weight:bold;">Lady with fan</span>.<br /><br />Ahora ocupa un lugar parecido al de los avisos de los hoteles, esos papelitos que dicen "no molestar". Aunque más bien indica ¡Cuidado! sí cruzas esa puerta vas a encontrarte con una soñadora, que ama la belleza... Así que por lo menos ¡Pica antes de entrar! Nunca se sabe que puede estar haciendo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-965424005747207541?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-21885052220947755022009-01-06T10:56:00.000+01:002009-01-06T10:58:26.659+01:00<center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-wiJzk1FXg&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-wiJzk1FXg&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />Padam...padam...padam...<br />Il arrive en courant derrière moi<br />Padam...padam...padam...<br />Il me fait le coup du souviens-toi<br />Padam...padam...padam...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2188505222094775502?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-76204458068297137742009-01-05T12:16:00.003+01:002009-01-05T12:37:48.503+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWHsVnNTrDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bR0klfSh_Og/s1600-h/sacre+coeur.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SWHsVnNTrDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bR0klfSh_Og/s400/sacre+coeur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767293555878962" /></a><br /><br />En mi sueño estaba amaneciendo, y yo subía despacio las escaleras (siempre mojadas) que conducen a la Basílica del Sacré Coeur. Había tomado un ave, Zaragoza-París y me dirijía a una entrevista de trabajo. <br /><br />Los primeros rayos de sol comenzaban a inundarlo todo y yo me sentía feliz, mientras aceleraba el paso, y pensaba en lo afortunada que era porque iba a conseguir instalarme, durante un tiempo, en la Ciudad de la Luz.<br /><br />Al despertar, mi habitación estaba congelada y el murmullo del mercadillo de antiguedades de la Plaza San Bruno trepaba por la ventana. Salí a la calle a tomar un café y escuché villacincos en la Plaza del Pilar. <br /><br />La sensación de estar de suerte todavía me acompañaba, y fue entonces cuando comprendí que si ahora no sueño con Zaragoza, es porque no tengo cámara de fotos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-7620445806829713774?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-29375100726488593042009-01-02T12:15:00.002+01:002009-01-02T12:18:13.533+01:00- Perdona <br />- ¿Si?<br />- ¿De qué país eres?<br />- De este<br />- ¿Ah sí? Eres una chica muy guapa<br />- Gracias<br />- ¿Tienes novio?<br />- Sí, y mucha prisa. Adiós!<br />- ¡Hasta pronto!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2937510072648859304?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5585879178281638663.post-26399859585267317772008-12-30T15:43:00.009+01:002008-12-30T17:56:47.274+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SVpEHygsYXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jYEirx37X3A/s1600-h/playa_paris.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ubxach0vW-M/SVpEHygsYXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jYEirx37X3A/s400/playa_paris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285612013281370482" /></a><br /><br />Suena el pistoletazo de salida<br />una vez más,<br />y mi (ciber) espacio vuelve a llenarse<br />de letras torcidas<br />y playas artificiales.<br /><br />Cuando despierto, sigo en Zaragoza... pero ha cambiado todo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5585879178281638663-2639985958526731777?l=despiertazaragoza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Teresa Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09148283615800101964noreply@blogger.com2