tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83351086689142374062024-03-05T04:16:28.060+00:00MECANONLas imágenes que he captado con mis cámaras Canon EOS 400D y Nikon D70.Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.comBlogger400125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-26727891587922760572010-08-15T12:33:00.002+01:002010-08-15T12:45:55.665+01:00NORMAS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLS31pIGsBQSOzKtiJQIAMxqJag16QuU1LOsaRGmXucr4FlVo9t_R8-SY6QRNavtgPG2arbvdZwPcW83ZCTmQqJyIYmmijFgtWmL_tv8sY_8UtE4FUg8OIYXpX1ox2d5PDxwAfZax0VXo/s1600/Normas.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505598545322148258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLS31pIGsBQSOzKtiJQIAMxqJag16QuU1LOsaRGmXucr4FlVo9t_R8-SY6QRNavtgPG2arbvdZwPcW83ZCTmQqJyIYmmijFgtWmL_tv8sY_8UtE4FUg8OIYXpX1ox2d5PDxwAfZax0VXo/s320/Normas.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><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Si haces lo que no debes, deberás sufrir lo que no mereces. </em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"><em>Benjamín Franklin (1706-1790) Político, científico e inventor estadounidense.</em></span></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-24368261000508302492010-07-26T23:02:00.003+01:002010-07-26T23:25:00.851+01:00REGALOS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0j5CaOjcHuDONXtwU5Xl2uS001hB56wisaQIPmSFOKQaypQ1TUfj0aSJE3HEXqNLeAWhtJOjtsLne6htvNfzyVqYZMojlCJMaWUV5Lkp6cm8lOfg4J63d688H_y35RA_5V0Q8y-f8HNQ/s1600/Regalo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498338964585905010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0j5CaOjcHuDONXtwU5Xl2uS001hB56wisaQIPmSFOKQaypQ1TUfj0aSJE3HEXqNLeAWhtJOjtsLne6htvNfzyVqYZMojlCJMaWUV5Lkp6cm8lOfg4J63d688H_y35RA_5V0Q8y-f8HNQ/s320/Regalo.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Si haces bien para que te lo agradezcan, mercader eres, no bienhechor; </em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"><em>codicioso, no caritativo.</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#000066;"><em>Francisco de Quevedo y Villegas (1580-1645). Escritor español.</em></span></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-9193034520995454242010-07-20T19:37:00.002+01:002010-07-20T19:58:53.675+01:00OTRO NOTEBOOK, NÓTESE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzS6T8iXZU0iu-BkaqrQInyleX9CCvLcsayCcU1-aK3rds4qr70pEw5UPkQNl8sMgV4Dh4h3GBWmTY-WMJL19S1Y6D9NvOklild1BxNOvRmbo2w9CWlk0LTafkS_P1WqGBn2eOwxD9tGc/s1600/Otra+vista.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496059951507549394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzS6T8iXZU0iu-BkaqrQInyleX9CCvLcsayCcU1-aK3rds4qr70pEw5UPkQNl8sMgV4Dh4h3GBWmTY-WMJL19S1Y6D9NvOklild1BxNOvRmbo2w9CWlk0LTafkS_P1WqGBn2eOwxD9tGc/s320/Otra+vista.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEoShShKoCkAfPppixb-HczS_BxgNtvf7nyn_AkrWv-OoeaXzq2tHo7WA4rm_mGdGvpCHg7aJvGk4cVZgRRNT5Kow6lejQweOeuIeXllCGjdaIpDMlODjxh1JpHt-U433UWin-FncRYCEd/s1600/notedigo.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496059946517408962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEoShShKoCkAfPppixb-HczS_BxgNtvf7nyn_AkrWv-OoeaXzq2tHo7WA4rm_mGdGvpCHg7aJvGk4cVZgRRNT5Kow6lejQweOeuIeXllCGjdaIpDMlODjxh1JpHt-U433UWin-FncRYCEd/s320/notedigo.jpg" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">Los libros no se han hecho para servir de adorno: sin embargo, nada hay que embellezca tanto como ellos en el interior del hogar.<br />Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) Filántropa y escritora estadounidense.<br /></span></em><br /><div></div></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-43983445019039532732010-07-10T18:03:00.001+01:002010-07-10T18:16:57.249+01:00DESTINO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUdl-qv65L4iiGo_IVs3C7_pl-sGx6leSEer6tJpqAE0Z65Fz4f_ctVnW4ya5nolopHuFDnq5Jy4c-HPwFcDxSdgTmVISGmvyZNWVsMgt3LTI7iHub_NvEPHiR4W-Q9b3lBAz1eFdnCar/s1600/Tu+destino.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492327617634974946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUdl-qv65L4iiGo_IVs3C7_pl-sGx6leSEer6tJpqAE0Z65Fz4f_ctVnW4ya5nolopHuFDnq5Jy4c-HPwFcDxSdgTmVISGmvyZNWVsMgt3LTI7iHub_NvEPHiR4W-Q9b3lBAz1eFdnCar/s320/Tu+destino.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">No mires nunca de donde vienes, sino a donde vas.<br />Pierre Augustin de Beaumarchais (1732-1799) Poeta dramático francés.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-69856795206739186962010-07-07T22:47:00.003+01:002010-07-07T22:59:54.446+01:00NOTEBOOK<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhft-cIiyI6Li6tbk_gl-dKDfm0ku4BmFulgvA-mzWZOdSEErs4aNEfmcH_mvAtBau9Ntcr1Pvf1khL5E82_fsNcsHG1IojEBc_INTUKKdvA3tihETHHrrHjgBGQYhU4Hg6GY6vd2-P-C7/s1600/notebook.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491284789718995570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhft-cIiyI6Li6tbk_gl-dKDfm0ku4BmFulgvA-mzWZOdSEErs4aNEfmcH_mvAtBau9Ntcr1Pvf1khL5E82_fsNcsHG1IojEBc_INTUKKdvA3tihETHHrrHjgBGQYhU4Hg6GY6vd2-P-C7/s320/notebook.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#663300;">Cuando lo hayas encontrado, anótalo.<br />Charles Dickens (1812-1870) Escritor británico.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-86846825654020929042010-06-19T22:31:00.002+01:002010-06-19T22:38:25.983+01:00LAS PALMAS DE GRAN CANARIA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfE87Rj_dlBeeyoq2-Q-OEzXR-RAsxyL-9rPjSAoPHBA2RpLXY_A3kjzAeJ_b1lZ-Xk8oGUvFqAB9Bivr7amLFO7td6ayV6xyPhhFcytnYGxE_ylHSMQ2r7ejxe7ASr3jalgoap03QV3SF/s1600/Las+Palmas+de+GC.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484600873419433714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfE87Rj_dlBeeyoq2-Q-OEzXR-RAsxyL-9rPjSAoPHBA2RpLXY_A3kjzAeJ_b1lZ-Xk8oGUvFqAB9Bivr7amLFO7td6ayV6xyPhhFcytnYGxE_ylHSMQ2r7ejxe7ASr3jalgoap03QV3SF/s320/Las+Palmas+de+GC.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Viajar sólo sirve para amar más nuestro rincón natal.<br />Noel Clarasó (1905-1985) Escritor español.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-34236386819322770352010-06-19T12:29:00.004+01:002010-06-19T12:59:32.664+01:00EL NOTARIO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_A1OQwQne3f89-AqcadGejrjEzfVt2ej_4UmfvYLIq3jhOz5LHizhSJLEIluBVTMjPfmZnomy3CK80DrGhpZ5DYC2LQ1lJ_Yrh5dcCabbwbUShI3P7mbK_hC7ZshZaXe9nC8KpeCfJHy/s1600/notario.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484452729873457218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_A1OQwQne3f89-AqcadGejrjEzfVt2ej_4UmfvYLIq3jhOz5LHizhSJLEIluBVTMjPfmZnomy3CK80DrGhpZ5DYC2LQ1lJ_Yrh5dcCabbwbUShI3P7mbK_hC7ZshZaXe9nC8KpeCfJHy/s320/notario.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff6666;">Sin palabras...</span></em></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-42694875055012658182010-06-16T18:43:00.004+01:002010-06-16T19:01:32.374+01:00DEMASIADO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKi-4RW0hP6eAz8elxKslS06mdYmXp4XoVllfN22DwmlwnXj0i4sDMkaO4Ko8vQ5LqNlA0uM0V8K6Z7JvlWvLigD1nje3HdVUEyi9iOfJtVaqR1FA0iahRSaMDu03SCRphhjMoMrgwnHXh/s1600/G+gomerae.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483428965872816706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKi-4RW0hP6eAz8elxKslS06mdYmXp4XoVllfN22DwmlwnXj0i4sDMkaO4Ko8vQ5LqNlA0uM0V8K6Z7JvlWvLigD1nje3HdVUEyi9iOfJtVaqR1FA0iahRSaMDu03SCRphhjMoMrgwnHXh/s320/G+gomerae.jpg" /></a><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">El tiempo es demasiado lento para aquellos que esperan... demasiado rápido para aquellos que temen.... demasiado largo para aquellos que sufren.... demasiado corto para aquellos que celebran...pero para aquellos que aman, el tiempo es eterno. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#330033;">Henry Van Dyke, (1852-1933) escritor, clérigo y docente estadounidense.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;">GONOSPERMUM GOMERAE</span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><em>Coronilla de la reina.</em></span>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-29460533540193168512010-06-15T21:28:00.003+01:002010-06-15T21:31:32.978+01:00KATOS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5ftzcVk0usG95GzC95GQaugNR8w89_YM-bUdsSKH74Fp-h04SWhkahTXlFwUhmZDsnKuvXqx7_fYTeicaGWBKsHAF7jn0p0PFaQzYm6M4dgICosODhQUOAhY8h4GNSZx09q35rFazPWy/s1600/KATOS.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483100116387362642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5ftzcVk0usG95GzC95GQaugNR8w89_YM-bUdsSKH74Fp-h04SWhkahTXlFwUhmZDsnKuvXqx7_fYTeicaGWBKsHAF7jn0p0PFaQzYm6M4dgICosODhQUOAhY8h4GNSZx09q35rFazPWy/s320/KATOS.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">La verdad existe. Sólo se inventa la mentira.<br />Georges Braque (1882-1963). Pintor francés</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-22840437885646937072010-05-31T22:37:00.002+01:002010-05-31T22:40:55.114+01:00GRANADA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifG8UkAzOzVhIgG8zhUKs4nlHzt_5n3Hl3vHUK10FZKCObR4ThsMbUZSqEj6cKcjqQ-JaQyt8655oxt0OfC5ZvWl7S9YqmTMuw5dTPuXiuqWdSXgGdH7aCVLLpKT9GaWsI2V-rwaX7Bi7W/s1600/Granada.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477551852019052818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifG8UkAzOzVhIgG8zhUKs4nlHzt_5n3Hl3vHUK10FZKCObR4ThsMbUZSqEj6cKcjqQ-JaQyt8655oxt0OfC5ZvWl7S9YqmTMuw5dTPuXiuqWdSXgGdH7aCVLLpKT9GaWsI2V-rwaX7Bi7W/s320/Granada.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">No tengo fe en la perfección humana. El hombre es ahora más activo, no más feliz, ni más inteligente, de lo que lo fuera hace 6000 años.<br />Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) Escritor estadounidense.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-26428956583517002282010-05-26T16:29:00.002+01:002010-05-26T16:31:45.793+01:00UP IS DOWN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK535XPY38tTI2GzNFvIkCS60a_1lkkt2DT76msGlg0512htVfsPfJuhA9d7VQNU-EUu9pUJPnuT1yYYWW-aBlmReTwoVZSCL6zF5pV3b9B9RRP-_XKgK_pKM-5WJaMuc3XbbNLwB4NAaY/s1600/Up+is...jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475601473339407522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK535XPY38tTI2GzNFvIkCS60a_1lkkt2DT76msGlg0512htVfsPfJuhA9d7VQNU-EUu9pUJPnuT1yYYWW-aBlmReTwoVZSCL6zF5pV3b9B9RRP-_XKgK_pKM-5WJaMuc3XbbNLwB4NAaY/s320/Up+is...jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#990000;">Los espejos deberían pensárselo dos veces antes de devolver una imagen.<br />Jean Cocteau (1889-1963) Escritor, pintor y coreógrafo francés.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-41572880751661930382010-05-24T20:04:00.002+01:002010-05-24T20:14:02.658+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WgHUfDex657fBvcEJA3WAZYq5gZiAfe_orIoGlZP21sxlVs9H-FFWN7R7VWqjKI7_1KVM2EHJfzJk_3rfGNcIDx17uEKAuXz4PB-hzwK-CtnppLuJZAsxZePaVVkL8xSwiGjkxjI80iN/s1600/IMG_8974+ciel.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474916036374135202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9WgHUfDex657fBvcEJA3WAZYq5gZiAfe_orIoGlZP21sxlVs9H-FFWN7R7VWqjKI7_1KVM2EHJfzJk_3rfGNcIDx17uEKAuXz4PB-hzwK-CtnppLuJZAsxZePaVVkL8xSwiGjkxjI80iN/s320/IMG_8974+ciel.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#990000;">La libertad no consiste en hacer lo que se quiere, sino en hacer lo que se debe.<br />Ramón de Campoamor (1817-1901) Poeta español.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-44093460186026556142010-05-23T12:40:00.002+01:002010-05-23T12:57:59.225+01:00TALA BLANCO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLXPh3cQbil-6doBtBFr8fy945t4_LvrcM16L4YeeTsEmUVQoBt4VuOx6hl_yHEwwtWxbvyNp-bpk_zVO77ADRqlSG17081pclJoGeokiPY3rFKZO5LYzrXuZixYsYbIi0khoTeGPNt3J/s1600/IMG_7863+arr.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474429649309346930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLXPh3cQbil-6doBtBFr8fy945t4_LvrcM16L4YeeTsEmUVQoBt4VuOx6hl_yHEwwtWxbvyNp-bpk_zVO77ADRqlSG17081pclJoGeokiPY3rFKZO5LYzrXuZixYsYbIi0khoTeGPNt3J/s320/IMG_7863+arr.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Mientras están vivos, nuestros padres son la frontera entre nosotros y la muerte. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Cuando mueren, pasamos al primer puesto de la fila.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Jane Fonda, actriz estadounidense.</span></em></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="color:#003300;">Duranta repens.</span></em></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-2959048781882809002010-05-20T21:16:00.001+01:002010-05-20T21:24:42.702+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDbrw5260Uc-OekGUyl9Sz0QTeTzp8j9fJTnVJcRgA_mP0u9Am5eEMtbiayIvn4mmQ8omMqGjDQZjFfl_TvDt8KXSxCQzzpVKZnAT8AreuV2DpbfLviQ-JMWLN9UhCpYmCeVV180nFEUK/s1600/IMG_8030+lost.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 218px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473450166911059746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggDbrw5260Uc-OekGUyl9Sz0QTeTzp8j9fJTnVJcRgA_mP0u9Am5eEMtbiayIvn4mmQ8omMqGjDQZjFfl_TvDt8KXSxCQzzpVKZnAT8AreuV2DpbfLviQ-JMWLN9UhCpYmCeVV180nFEUK/s320/IMG_8030+lost.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#003300;">El pasado siempre está presente.<br />Maurice Maeterlinck (1862-1949) Escritor belga.</span></em><span style="color:#6600cc;"> </span></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-46260493967344843202010-05-20T21:05:00.003+01:002010-05-20T21:15:10.814+01:00¡TODOS A BORDO!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CErDEFSX2FIBt0VIlLvuSRhGgJs-vD3OvYfCxkFTr0mB_k7nubX16SDsd16RB0yiIC0nofmojhjRu_QfCDsphr-UZvBpFU3bQ4ibpabxTBNoXmHE1QSLnAjJGHUCMCmsZdNlzRQv1XSA/s1600/IMG_8022+asault.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473448199449268626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7CErDEFSX2FIBt0VIlLvuSRhGgJs-vD3OvYfCxkFTr0mB_k7nubX16SDsd16RB0yiIC0nofmojhjRu_QfCDsphr-UZvBpFU3bQ4ibpabxTBNoXmHE1QSLnAjJGHUCMCmsZdNlzRQv1XSA/s320/IMG_8022+asault.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><em>He descubierto que no hay forma más segura de saber si amas u odias a alguien que hacer un viaje con él.<br />Mark Twain (1835-1910) Escritor y periodista estadounidense.</em></span> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-24074104483559104732010-05-20T20:59:00.002+01:002010-05-20T21:01:00.434+01:00AL ENCUENTRO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iu5TrM2gALgNx7HUTMFKicn4rYV19JLH0k6aDgFdb38guMGZev1EKq91deXSrWtBkI_I5UoqXUsB93uvVvfeemoZnhggxRcg7VqnzJoqq6FImosuBuY8P32vy6Xc_1Lp2CBAheNYJzBi/s1600/IMG_7994+Al+encuentro.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473444478707355970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iu5TrM2gALgNx7HUTMFKicn4rYV19JLH0k6aDgFdb38guMGZev1EKq91deXSrWtBkI_I5UoqXUsB93uvVvfeemoZnhggxRcg7VqnzJoqq6FImosuBuY8P32vy6Xc_1Lp2CBAheNYJzBi/s320/IMG_7994+Al+encuentro.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#000099;">Para que nada nos separe que nada nos una.<br />Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) Poeta chileno.</span></em> </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-86053619916164961422010-05-10T17:52:00.003+01:002010-05-10T18:11:57.875+01:00PATCHWORK II<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyj9VHhi7fe3VMkLhgqh8xeAcCCvq_tbhGvWDXQu8ZQaIbv5Ozc97wltuBOEMd20W9NU3W8SyopUclsONImcx2Ml7N8eB6KVf37zmu4gb2Ivrrj0d2tej8JoGmuaUUhbLp0BQUeJasjV0_/s1600/Patchwork.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469685470995471170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyj9VHhi7fe3VMkLhgqh8xeAcCCvq_tbhGvWDXQu8ZQaIbv5Ozc97wltuBOEMd20W9NU3W8SyopUclsONImcx2Ml7N8eB6KVf37zmu4gb2Ivrrj0d2tej8JoGmuaUUhbLp0BQUeJasjV0_/s320/Patchwork.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#330033;">Las herramientas necesarias para una "masterpiece"</span></em></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-24708561015663678602010-05-09T16:04:00.002+01:002010-05-09T16:20:47.993+01:00PAREJA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0nF-qAGMiQ7-3nlj6WFA54pLCoWeLzZj5eupkMl7B5E7A1Ef-_NnYjVK5VLD1KVRP5_E8Gj8shoXuPkxVUw9L_yHzbbXm6GT8MDMe0R0-lay47IFS2R56sKaiPzi2y2dB9b1U3xIyfeT/s1600/pareja.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469287091922073410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0nF-qAGMiQ7-3nlj6WFA54pLCoWeLzZj5eupkMl7B5E7A1Ef-_NnYjVK5VLD1KVRP5_E8Gj8shoXuPkxVUw9L_yHzbbXm6GT8MDMe0R0-lay47IFS2R56sKaiPzi2y2dB9b1U3xIyfeT/s320/pareja.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><em>La mayor declaración de amor es la que no se hace; el hombre que siente mucho, habla poco.</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Platón (427 AC-347 AC) Filósofo griego. </em></span></div><div>200410.</div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-36842209625663347852010-05-09T15:59:00.003+01:002010-05-09T16:03:55.883+01:00ESFUERZO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFkWKGbr16fEFmxP4ST_LMfkRcn-I53H_YLGY4vctJ3x74Cfpk721rbZa53nBbJmL1-5c5geWf7AGQnnNkkKY2VtbqB9BMiEGrWtI6u7064fXbBSmTbH6sfAjzwlKwW5f11i7-u3Gk3oV/s1600/jir.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469285262788060834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwFkWKGbr16fEFmxP4ST_LMfkRcn-I53H_YLGY4vctJ3x74Cfpk721rbZa53nBbJmL1-5c5geWf7AGQnnNkkKY2VtbqB9BMiEGrWtI6u7064fXbBSmTbH6sfAjzwlKwW5f11i7-u3Gk3oV/s320/jir.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#006600;">Cualquier esfuerzo resulta ligero con el hábito.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#006600;">Tito Livio (64/59 a.C.-17 d.C.) Historiador romano.</span></em></div><div>050210.</div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-85451051223097980742010-05-09T15:55:00.002+01:002010-05-09T15:58:30.196+01:00ESPERANZA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwikrBi-6NrBrgJc9tqxZJeGaF9yDuNNXjI-1CB-uvZwcRO7K8WeldXu8SgEmbepa77OKtd8Pw8GNnsrrh6-2CpkIwSrV1OLlsF0b_-rESA9z9Alr4IFkLUrbV02BB-5jgbw0eY6qXFQin/s1600/hope.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469284710800269698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwikrBi-6NrBrgJc9tqxZJeGaF9yDuNNXjI-1CB-uvZwcRO7K8WeldXu8SgEmbepa77OKtd8Pw8GNnsrrh6-2CpkIwSrV1OLlsF0b_-rESA9z9Alr4IFkLUrbV02BB-5jgbw0eY6qXFQin/s320/hope.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#006600;">En el corazón de todos los inviernos vive una primavera palpitante, y detrás de cada noche, viene una aurora sonriente. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#006600;">Khalil Gibran (1883-1931) Ensayista, novelista y poeta libanés.</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">121209.</span></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-61140285149232759722010-05-09T15:52:00.001+01:002010-05-09T15:55:14.213+01:00SYMPETRUM FONSCOLOMBII<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuTlqriKPZ9idDK6ckuGM2km4_seZJNBA7p0AtUi3vhhXyEDk584FM9wicQAq76AyKQEm4eiDX0moLirKYKEQfeUex0hPOZeKBTRCNBHIq307yYbCF7bdNDEbS19O078O51wMDmaXe6Mr/s1600/sympetrum_fonscolombii.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469283564952886818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuTlqriKPZ9idDK6ckuGM2km4_seZJNBA7p0AtUi3vhhXyEDk584FM9wicQAq76AyKQEm4eiDX0moLirKYKEQfeUex0hPOZeKBTRCNBHIq307yYbCF7bdNDEbS19O078O51wMDmaXe6Mr/s320/sympetrum_fonscolombii.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#330000;">Los espejos deberían pensárselo dos veces antes de devolver una imagen.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#330000;">Jean Cocteau (1889-1963).</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">071209.</span></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-52934247443349008562010-05-09T13:14:00.001+01:002010-05-09T13:16:22.993+01:00NATURALEZA I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKUKKhXiQq2F-_dwRyoukRPoKTj_6b7uAo23qoWw0uTLD6kydj0TO59fKv72uMzRQ0WcYeaP6hO2ONbuzUuMuMQqfyFFNyp0PzIPg2FnSYyKAyeVo50StO5StvHbA7f9SSjJQf4cKE9Yr/s1600/img_4769_pde.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469242881081305218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKUKKhXiQq2F-_dwRyoukRPoKTj_6b7uAo23qoWw0uTLD6kydj0TO59fKv72uMzRQ0WcYeaP6hO2ONbuzUuMuMQqfyFFNyp0PzIPg2FnSYyKAyeVo50StO5StvHbA7f9SSjJQf4cKE9Yr/s320/img_4769_pde.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">La naturaleza es una obra de arte, pero Dios es el único artista que existe, y el hombre no es más que un obrero de mal gusto.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#003333;">George Sand (1804-1876) Escritora francesa.</span></em></div><div>211109. </div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-83568031713840780232010-05-09T13:11:00.001+01:002010-05-09T13:14:03.020+01:00POTES - CANTABRIA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmqz0KRIeOeCkz5c6YWwEmb26uorSqajnJYuWaTlnWpwv3G1DGEfx-Uwo5uY8It2iDB6BqzVfcd4fRKDFt5bMctjZmUkggM0FAKKFVbbPwEGHpiQR6PD5bOelUNbwGoH49kpOendOLbRu/s1600/potes_xl.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469242289119094866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmqz0KRIeOeCkz5c6YWwEmb26uorSqajnJYuWaTlnWpwv3G1DGEfx-Uwo5uY8It2iDB6BqzVfcd4fRKDFt5bMctjZmUkggM0FAKKFVbbPwEGHpiQR6PD5bOelUNbwGoH49kpOendOLbRu/s320/potes_xl.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#330099;">El que no sabe por qué camino llegará al mar, debe buscar el río por compañero.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#330099;">John Ray (1627-1705) Naturalista británico.</span></em> </div><div>031109.</div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-83849378778863630392010-05-09T13:07:00.002+01:002010-05-09T13:11:23.058+01:00PASSIFLORA CAERULEA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDDzwgIZDALR3JsuiYqdKgtqn0DmM3pBEJwL7tDC4qZwSHQxfaeieOYnWljEr5tg1rmsLbdYPDV1ZBc8tqv8w6eaSTC887k0TBL_eFHaqm3scA41_U_q8bCkuGKfucfY4c3u3ySnjdAfD/s1600/fdlp_copiar.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469241303684472978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUDDzwgIZDALR3JsuiYqdKgtqn0DmM3pBEJwL7tDC4qZwSHQxfaeieOYnWljEr5tg1rmsLbdYPDV1ZBc8tqv8w6eaSTC887k0TBL_eFHaqm3scA41_U_q8bCkuGKfucfY4c3u3ySnjdAfD/s320/fdlp_copiar.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#660000;">La humanidad se cansa pronto de todo, sobre todo de lo que más disfruta.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#660000;">George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) Escritor irlandés.</span></em> </div><div>031009.</div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8335108668914237406.post-33391440940354463212010-05-08T20:37:00.002+01:002010-05-08T20:40:09.373+01:00FUCHSIA HYBRIDA<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESfe6JY188eAerGgq8HRSEYMwzjPtcXVTIprYAQPvJIcQDCkY2ru79nIwca3rt390iHru5EMO5D_EFbqb4anyaPmd2h69MS4RJDrKUzDoupE9xo1t2CXrdPB1KXSmzwkJWgpvDd1Yg0dH/s1600/fuchsia_hybrida1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468985728401141138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESfe6JY188eAerGgq8HRSEYMwzjPtcXVTIprYAQPvJIcQDCkY2ru79nIwca3rt390iHru5EMO5D_EFbqb4anyaPmd2h69MS4RJDrKUzDoupE9xo1t2CXrdPB1KXSmzwkJWgpvDd1Yg0dH/s320/fuchsia_hybrida1.jpg" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#330000;">Ningún hombre es tan tonto como para desear la guerra y no la paz; pues en la paz los hijos llevan a sus padres a la tumba, en la guerra son los padres quienes llevan a los hijos a la tumba.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#330000;">Heródoto de Halicarnaso (484-425 a.C.) Historiador y geógrafo griego. </span></em></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">210909.</span></div>Juan Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04831468902584108606noreply@blogger.com0