tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87200950706546177422024-02-19T17:37:05.738+01:00One On OneTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-66580374489050597702015-02-11T00:28:00.000+01:002015-02-11T00:32:42.543+01:00Mano<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #666666;">Tenemos manos, ganas y fuerza para cambiar las cosas.</span></div>
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Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-18382059165422099162015-01-18T21:10:00.005+01:002015-01-18T21:10:48.712+01:00A veces sólo vemos el reflejo de la realidad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Así podemos moldearla a nuestro antojo</div>
Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-69790908038551073292015-01-11T17:38:00.000+01:002015-01-11T17:38:33.042+01:00Pasa el tiempo y seguimos igual o peor.... :D<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #073763;">De verdad, que un año después y me ha costado muchísimo seguir con la foto, culpa de David porque no entendía nada lo que quiso decir y yo quería hacer otra cosa, pero esto es lo que ha salido. </span><br />
<span style="color: #073763;">Lo que quiero decir es que no hay que confiar, hay que luchar por lo que se quiere, porque si te dejas llevar y esperas que las cosas simplemente cambien y sean como tu quieres... se te puede pasar la vida, y LO TRISTE NO ES MORIR, LO TRISTE ES NO SABER VIVIR.</span>Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-47768925668613552892013-05-15T14:35:00.001+02:002013-05-15T14:35:05.068+02:00Confiar en la llama<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Y llegar al humo de la vela</div>
Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-20021484594944050082013-04-24T16:27:00.000+02:002013-04-24T16:27:03.009+02:00Al final del camino<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Siempre hay luz al final del túnel... o cuando se cierra una puerta se abre una ventana...<br />
Yo ESCRIBO con LUZTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-88415489248834987682013-03-12T19:42:00.001+01:002013-03-12T19:43:02.205+01:00La luz hecha aloe vera<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-29934248128191308672013-01-14T15:44:00.000+01:002013-01-14T15:44:00.656+01:00Bola de luz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Es curioso y bonito pensar que cuando hacemos fotografías pintamos o dibujamos con la luz... y quizás lo más divertido sea jugar con ella<br />
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"Creo en la salvación de la humanidad, en el advenimiento del cianuro" E. M. Cioran</div>
Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-50179569486929142322013-01-09T00:40:00.000+01:002013-01-09T00:40:26.499+01:00Agujeros negros<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Cuando uno deja de crecer empieza a morir <br />- W<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">illiam Burroughs -</span></div>
Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-63368117360945533342013-01-07T18:51:00.005+01:002013-01-07T18:51:44.354+01:00Nacer/Crecer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Las matrioskas me dan la sensación de continuo embarazo o crecimiento....<br />
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"Madurar es cuidar lo que dices, respetar lo que escuchas, y meditar lo que callas" Martin HeideggerTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-39718114061197870832013-01-06T14:05:00.004+01:002013-01-06T14:05:51.537+01:00Y se hizo la luz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Y Venus volvió a nacer</div>
Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-58399342211159066992013-01-01T19:56:00.000+01:002013-01-01T19:56:46.684+01:00La luz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Esperemos que este año la luz de la esperanza se mantenga encendida, para que podamos seguir soñando, y ya si alguno de los sueños se cumple, mejor que mejor XDTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-4283409534697463362012-09-22T21:37:00.001+02:002012-09-22T21:38:27.210+02:00El aire y los sueños<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A veces, cuando la cometa y los pájaros se funden en coreografía de vuelo, parece el momento perfecto para susurrarles todos tus deseos, cual mensaje en una botella, y que sean los propios pájaros los que decidan dónde y cómo depositar tus anhelos. </span></div>
Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-17092471311029669142012-09-07T16:04:00.002+02:002012-09-07T16:04:33.538+02:00Si cuando duermes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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piensas en quien quieres estará cerca tuyoTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-42352210113684416552012-07-01T20:02:00.003+02:002012-07-01T20:09:43.448+02:00Tengo sueño<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stlKHh_f0-0">Bed´s too big without you</a></div>Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-87219542224288254972012-06-21T10:49:00.002+02:002012-06-21T10:49:28.859+02:00Apoyos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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También podemos apoyarnos los unos en los otros para conseguir cumplir todos nuestros sueñosTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-48844054668085879442012-06-16T13:01:00.000+02:002012-06-16T13:01:31.945+02:00Pide un deseo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sopla y deja volar tus sueños.</div>Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-96174225086774022012-05-07T12:41:00.002+02:002012-05-07T12:41:20.774+02:00Antes de dormir...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #666666;">Me gusta leer</span></div>Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-8346733847851563092012-04-08T19:28:00.005+02:002012-04-09T21:24:16.789+02:00Mi torpeza<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRr5B5B4gr_QVDyi5YHee3c70Gm6LDBef45tf9Jzzxc6mRYufOUUw0jEKtM02udVNdn7ctKrKmNaD9oMnrOSadqVF-0QkhognjAm2ahzFGgeyX3j_j21m-qqLKA5DIZ1s41P5XZaxhw6z/s1600/torpeza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYRr5B5B4gr_QVDyi5YHee3c70Gm6LDBef45tf9Jzzxc6mRYufOUUw0jEKtM02udVNdn7ctKrKmNaD9oMnrOSadqVF-0QkhognjAm2ahzFGgeyX3j_j21m-qqLKA5DIZ1s41P5XZaxhw6z/s320/torpeza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729483985153052818" /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Mi pasión</span></div>Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-43503442180814368602012-03-13T22:57:00.000+01:002012-03-13T22:57:01.031+01:00Mi torpeza, mi estilo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">Quemadas, movidas y borrosas (B&N también... pero no en este caso) :)</span></div>
<br />Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-74641250986779047752012-02-27T21:48:00.003+01:002012-02-27T21:51:00.708+01:00¡Ándale!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhtl3ms6Gx_HeykdEX1SHNYnPYfdIzT7Kxi4o2StahDFZJ4-TaUPK2wxrOqXtSyaMiJgm6LyUyb2UcytLUR3cm-ZqblFjGkTG-0qzgtduRej7uCK4UITF16hGcCKkx18W-g6P8AhDWJCI/s1600/canto_blog.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhtl3ms6Gx_HeykdEX1SHNYnPYfdIzT7Kxi4o2StahDFZJ4-TaUPK2wxrOqXtSyaMiJgm6LyUyb2UcytLUR3cm-ZqblFjGkTG-0qzgtduRej7uCK4UITF16hGcCKkx18W-g6P8AhDWJCI/s320/canto_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713920371853444850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Pinté sin saber pintar, escribí sin saber escribir, canté sin saber cantar. La torpeza repetida se transforma en mi estilo </div><div style="text-align: center;">- Federico Manuel Peralta Ramos -</div>Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-30894452816177576072012-02-18T10:24:00.001+01:002012-02-18T10:30:49.955+01:00Acuarelas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #999999;">Mi primer tríptico! Chispas!!!!!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #999999;">Para que pintemos más!</span></div>Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-53152344999364240482012-02-11T19:32:00.003+01:002012-02-11T20:27:10.455+01:00¡Vamos a pintar fotos!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezSfA1dpIhcCGRIXYCKa1h_5ZB6MpDKFN2bblWtaomIP5xdA6wkkGYsXPU08MAkVMJmyg3F03SMyWw6PtzJlUCK3nifznfHxnsVm9m8RfInHjSBIS4R3qS_NLrPQbpYUKl7Sah0to2Y1z/s1600/cuadro_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgezSfA1dpIhcCGRIXYCKa1h_5ZB6MpDKFN2bblWtaomIP5xdA6wkkGYsXPU08MAkVMJmyg3F03SMyWw6PtzJlUCK3nifznfHxnsVm9m8RfInHjSBIS4R3qS_NLrPQbpYUKl7Sah0to2Y1z/s320/cuadro_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707947844442743970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Eras tú la que murmurando en mi oreja , con calor me fuiste creando</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Joseph Brodsky-</div>Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-29020956718955245062012-02-06T12:37:00.000+01:002012-02-06T12:37:13.531+01:00Siempre se puede buscar calorcito...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #4c1130;">en el pichón más cercano :)</span></div>Tomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-82882703133882305082012-02-05T23:09:00.004+01:002012-02-05T23:16:41.499+01:00He aquí lo que no alumbra el atardecer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcY8KYpklnrbomcGozf5U6NStNlLGmNhii7UAQUdKwkMj2FWydHgGpRaYOSJSioCUC0QlpLVFqh72j0e72gYY0r1Gmy_AAaFXBZBj8-e6PHQGN4wj1EJcL-WQVmgspYz7Jmf23hTXkWbI/s1600/palmeras_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtcY8KYpklnrbomcGozf5U6NStNlLGmNhii7UAQUdKwkMj2FWydHgGpRaYOSJSioCUC0QlpLVFqh72j0e72gYY0r1Gmy_AAaFXBZBj8-e6PHQGN4wj1EJcL-WQVmgspYz7Jmf23hTXkWbI/s320/palmeras_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705778970118510770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Y que tanto se añora con frío polar :-)</div>Azucarillohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297054462886599019noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8720095070654617742.post-12962322769637336952012-01-18T17:57:00.000+01:002012-01-18T17:57:09.305+01:00Luz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aunque no sean ramas también nos permite ver la luz... ya que: "la sombra no existe; lo que tu llamas sombra es la luz que no ves" Henri BarbusseTomoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10009636482687307652noreply@blogger.com0