tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56378102728451754572011-10-06T18:00:25.861+02:00horascontadasHChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-67855112155013601842011-02-03T10:31:00.000+01:002011-02-03T10:31:07.513+01:00Revolucionarios... Sólo Ellos <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TUp1dky8S-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/3ur2qA_Gbl8/s1600/2011-1-29RUGBY+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TUp1dky8S-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/3ur2qA_Gbl8/s320/2011-1-29RUGBY+074.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br />En tiempos de engaño universal, decir la verdad se convierte en un acto revolucionario. <br /><br /><br />George Orwell<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-6785511215501360184?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-12845078104282433412011-01-30T20:20:00.000+01:002011-01-30T20:20:21.184+01:00Bandada a Babor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TUW5eSF1MrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OJkFma5neP4/s1600/2010-12-15iphone+127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TUW5eSF1MrI/AAAAAAAAA0E/OJkFma5neP4/s320/2010-12-15iphone+127.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"La envidia es una declaración de inferioridad" Napoleón I</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-1284507810428243341?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-64733490629041382242011-01-18T09:28:00.000+01:002011-01-18T09:28:40.395+01:00Eclipses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TTVJnvLKltI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aETr9XXeMt4/s1600/2010-11-10urgull+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TTVJnvLKltI/AAAAAAAAA0A/aETr9XXeMt4/s320/2010-11-10urgull+026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />“Conoce primero los hechos y luego distorsiónalos cuanto quieras.” Mark Twain<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-6473349062904138224?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-72839398031869203922010-10-25T11:39:00.000+02:002010-10-25T11:39:23.694+02:00Nombre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TMVPvKFxZPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_S1Ed0DkQ5g/s1600/2010-8-19semana+grande+001+-+copia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TMVPvKFxZPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/_S1Ed0DkQ5g/s320/2010-8-19semana+grande+001+-+copia.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /> ¿Qué nombre le pondrías a la rabia sin entusiasmo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-7283939803186920392?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-56841383919507467302010-10-14T22:06:00.001+02:002010-10-14T22:12:54.333+02:00Tengo un sueño<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TLdiCMLBlcI/AAAAAAAAAz0/siVf5o5CYW8/s1600/2010-10-14iphone+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TLdiCMLBlcI/AAAAAAAAAz0/siVf5o5CYW8/s320/2010-10-14iphone+022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Tengo un sueño,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">un solo sueño,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">seguir soñando.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar con la libertad</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">soñar con la justicia</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">soñar con la igualdad</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y ojalá ya no tuviera</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">necesidad de soñarlas.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar a mis hijos</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">grandes sanos felices</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">volando con sus alas</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">sin olvidar nunca el nido.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar con el amor</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">con amar y ser amado</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">dando todo sin medirlo</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">recibiendo todo sin pedirlo.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar con la paz</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">en el mundo</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">en mi país</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">en mi mismo,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y quién sabe</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">cuál es más difícil</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">de alcanzar.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar que mis cabellos</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">que ralean y se blanquean</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">no impiden que mi mente</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y mi corazón</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">sigan jóvenes</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y se animen</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">a la aventura,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">sigan niños</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y conserven la capacidad</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">de jugar.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">que tendré la fuerza,</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">la voluntad</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y el coraje</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">para ayudar</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">a concretar mis sueños</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">en lugar de pedir por milagros</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">que no merecería.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Soñar</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">que cuando llegue al final</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">podré decir</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">que viví soñando</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y que mi vida</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">fue un sueño soñado</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">en una larga</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">y plácida noche</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">de la eternidad.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Martin Luther King</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-5684138391950746730?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-46182639042939598812010-10-05T22:59:00.000+02:002010-10-05T22:59:58.998+02:00Bocetos Fotográficos<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TKuREnyu8rI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rK6jxZkOgO8/s1600/2010-10-3eramos+dos+hielos+137+-+copia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TKuREnyu8rI/AAAAAAAAAzw/rK6jxZkOgO8/s320/2010-10-3eramos+dos+hielos+137+-+copia.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />si aprendes a partir mi alma en dos<br />habrás cosido tu cuerpo a la eternidad<br /><br />JM Cormán. Inmoonizado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-4618263904293959881?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-36974921298481471302010-10-01T17:53:00.001+02:002010-10-01T17:55:55.886+02:00Santa Inquisición<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TKYCOBI5PzI/AAAAAAAAAzg/dMHzL1D6wro/s1600/%602010-6-6zugzrramurdi+361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TKYCOBI5PzI/AAAAAAAAAzg/dMHzL1D6wro/s320/%602010-6-6zugzrramurdi+361.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Las cosas no son siempre lo que parecen,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> las apariencias engañan a muchos;</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> pero la inteligencia de unos pocos,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> percibe aquello que se oculta" </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div>Fedro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-3697492129848147130?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-32521370541370379282010-09-27T09:42:00.003+02:002010-09-27T09:52:05.518+02:00Especies<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TKBLp32wdWI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lOwdhyozMi0/s1600/setas.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521496325896566114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TKBLp32wdWI/AAAAAAAAAzU/lOwdhyozMi0/s400/setas.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Y así, errantes</div><br /><div>tomaremos la ruta de las especias</div><br /><div>hasta dar con la costa de una nueva especie.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>El Caníbal JM Cormán</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-3252137054137037928?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-17039472857743326002010-09-22T12:18:00.002+02:002010-09-22T12:25:19.798+02:00Pasto de la Niebla<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TJnY63hw5wI/AAAAAAAAAzM/q5S-_PJYTTA/s1600/2010-8-10bayona.biarritz+118.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519681324168832770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TJnY63hw5wI/AAAAAAAAAzM/q5S-_PJYTTA/s400/2010-8-10bayona.biarritz+118.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>bajas</div><div>desde el silencio de la altura</div><div>me reclinas</div><div>te deslizas por mi superficie</div><div>en busca de habitaciones</div><div>sin dueño</div><div>algún hueco libre</div><div>en mi desorientación</div><div>donde organizar tu laberinto...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Bajo Cero JM Cormán</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-1703947285774332600?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-83746953838862594112010-09-19T20:44:00.006+02:002010-09-19T20:51:24.488+02:00Renglón<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TJZajOsd_UI/AAAAAAAAAzE/iuPeZzTYxQw/s1600/2010-8-22biarritz+023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518697954675653954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TJZajOsd_UI/AAAAAAAAAzE/iuPeZzTYxQw/s400/2010-8-22biarritz+023.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>¿quieres parecerte a mí?</div><br /><div>deja en blanco el renglón más oscuro de tu vida</div><div>.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Inmoonizado Jm Cormán.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-8374695383886259411?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-89133198596330527322010-09-04T12:09:00.004+02:002010-09-04T12:15:12.044+02:00Horizonte Vertical<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TIIb2y1zGdI/AAAAAAAAAy0/mhOf3B0231I/s1600/2010-8-20Sagues+025.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512999522029214162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TIIb2y1zGdI/AAAAAAAAAy0/mhOf3B0231I/s400/2010-8-20Sagues+025.JPG" /></a><br /><div>... tu amor es la palabra <em>horizontal</em></div><br /><div>escrita en vertical...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>del poema"Tu Amor" de Bajo Cero de JM Cormán</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-8913319859633052732?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-67764968180280170592010-08-31T20:37:00.007+02:002010-09-04T12:17:10.496+02:00Pasión... Quieta<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TH1M58GnVnI/AAAAAAAAAys/pnRsREyy2SM/s1600/raiz+en+la+pared.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511646077241480818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/TH1M58GnVnI/AAAAAAAAAys/pnRsREyy2SM/s400/raiz+en+la+pared.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.easycounter.com/es/"><img border="0" alt="Counter" src="http://www.easycounter.com/counter.php?horascontadas" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.easycounter.com/es/">Contador Gratis</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>... pienso en la tranquilidad</div><br /><div>en la pasión quieta de las piedras</div><br /><div>que son desde siempre</div><br /><div>y hasta cuando ya no seamos...</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Bajo Cero de JM Cormán</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-6776496818028017059?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-4601217297448633422009-10-01T22:25:00.005+02:002009-10-01T22:40:53.625+02:00Cacería en Zugarramurdi<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SsURKAzoSXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/TZvOx0AEmcU/s1600-h/2009-9-20gorramendi+078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731392931580274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SsURKAzoSXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/TZvOx0AEmcU/s400/2009-9-20gorramendi+078.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.easycounter.com/es/"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.easycounter.com/es/"><br /></a><br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cómo decirlo<br />para que no resulte tan vulgar<br />como para no decirlo:<br /><br />no queda fuego donde sepultarme<br />ni tierra en la que arder eternamente.<br /><br />Siquiera importa lo que hay<br />al otro lado de mi cuerpo.<br /><br /><br />El Caníbal, Jesús Mª Cormán<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-460121729744863342?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-33898296392177421202009-09-04T23:15:00.006+02:002009-09-09T20:29:36.784+02:00Prisionera de la Calma<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SqGFJseg8NI/AAAAAAAAAwA/OctDjE6oEVk/s1600-h/22marzo09robados+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377725831661547730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SqGFJseg8NI/AAAAAAAAAwA/OctDjE6oEVk/s400/22marzo09robados+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Tengo esperanza de hallar un murmullo deshabitado<br />en el que poder acostarme"<br /><br /><br />Del poema "Lugares Hábiles" de Unidad del Dolor de JM Cormán<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-3389829639217742120?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-86575467412746420322009-02-08T23:23:00.000+01:002009-02-08T23:29:42.535+01:00Observatorio<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SY9crhZI8eI/AAAAAAAAAps/eYNZfyFVWEs/s1600-h/11oct08gorramendi+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300557189206307298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SY9crhZI8eI/AAAAAAAAAps/eYNZfyFVWEs/s400/11oct08gorramendi+039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.easycounter.com/es/"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-8657546741274642032?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-24005136568542646492009-02-01T23:05:00.005+01:002009-02-01T23:46:46.349+01:00Largo Recorrido<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SYYmRqonU4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/o-QYCr96J0o/s1600-h/10ene09nieve+027p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297964096592237442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SYYmRqonU4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/o-QYCr96J0o/s320/10ene09nieve+027p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-2400513656854264649?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5637810272845175457.post-25981747052343503232009-01-25T18:28:00.003+01:002009-01-25T18:31:26.483+01:00A las 2<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SXyhum-EYbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6-WU0ckUVDE/s1600-h/8enero08nieve+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295285083987796402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0yQYRyKJUvw/SXyhum-EYbI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6-WU0ckUVDE/s400/8enero08nieve+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5637810272845175457-2598174705234350323?l=horascontadashc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>HChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02982773742896006559noreply@blogger.com3