tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185690512008-07-15T11:37:36.124+02:00Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-53479674405430207232008-07-06T00:24:00.004+02:002008-07-06T00:42:52.025+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SG_1nKPvdDI/AAAAAAAABUc/OmQ2O45L7YI/s1600-h/cuenca05_0144a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219660546259776562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SG_1nKPvdDI/AAAAAAAABUc/OmQ2O45L7YI/s400/cuenca05_0144a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Al olvidar tu nombre</div><div>también olvido</div><div>mi poca gracia</div><div>y escaso tino,</div><br /><div></div><div>un autoengaño</div><div>cómodo y vano;</div><div>una torpeza</div><div>creer en el destino.</div><br /><div>Al olvidar tu nombre</div><div>también olvido</div><div>mudo testigo</div><div>de gran fracaso,</div><br /><div>el eco mustio</div><div>de mis errores</div><div>constancia plena</div><div>de mi senil ocaso.</div><br /><div>*****MJ*****</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-28138016496013708832008-06-28T13:00:00.003+02:002008-07-06T00:43:03.069+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SExHuMhG3MI/AAAAAAAABTI/yWjEmJSvPTw/s1600-h/Montaje-movimiento-w.jpg"></a><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SEu9KX7_BUI/AAAAAAAABSo/SSjH2tGomuE/s1600-h/2007rosas0058a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209465379906061634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SEu9KX7_BUI/AAAAAAAABSo/SSjH2tGomuE/s400/2007rosas0058a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Están mojadas</em></div><div><em>las ganas de vivir</em></div><div><em>en las burbujas</em></div><div><em>que dejan a su paso</em></div><div><em>tristes noticias.</em></div><br /><div><em>Hacen ruido</em></div><div><em>las horas al pasar</em></div><div><em>entre corsés</em></div><div><em>almidonados</em></div><div><em>con votos de dolor.</em></div><br /><div><em>¿Dónde quedó el amor?</em></div><div><em>Los sueños huyeron </em><em>sin un quejido</em></div><div><em>y me dejaron sola,</em></div><div><em>vacía de recuerdos no vividos.</em></div><br /><br /><div>***MJ***</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-4723025172781417912008-06-19T23:33:00.002+02:002008-07-06T00:43:15.034+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SGdwkea80XI/AAAAAAAABTw/CHfmAqH7yno/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217262465275711858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SGdwkea80XI/AAAAAAAABTw/CHfmAqH7yno/s400/photo5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="left"><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Me dejaré caer por la pendiente</div><div align="left">hasta lograr llegar a tibias aguas:</div><div align="left">el vapor cubrirá toda mi frente</div><div align="left">flotaré con la niebla de la nada.</div><br /><div align="left">Por fin descansaré tranquilamente</div><div align="left">y releeré febril los viejos libros;</div><div align="left">y no estaré perdida sin no verte</div><div align="left">ni abandonada, frágil, sin amigos.</div><br /><div align="left">Para olvidar quien fuí y tal vez no supe</div><div align="left">ya tengo excusa fatua y el permiso:</div><div align="left">ignoraré las fechas junto al triple</div><div align="left">de ofensas y reproches recibidos.</div><br /><div align="left">También olvidaré tu amado nombre.</div><br /><br /><div align="left">***********MJ***********</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-35637003001730251392008-06-03T13:11:00.005+02:002008-07-06T00:42:39.316+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SExJ94C3lSI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ZvdVzWHkTB0/s1600-h/anemona.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209620196326085922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SExJ94C3lSI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ZvdVzWHkTB0/s400/anemona.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center"><em>Me quedaré esperando</em></div><div align="center"><em>a que me alcance el tiempo</em></div><div align="center"><em>y que su mano sea </em></div><div align="center"><em>amable conmigo.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Contaré las horas</em></div><div align="center"><em>a ver si encuentro un hueco</em></div><div align="center"><em>para tomarme un respiro.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>****</em>MJ<em>****</em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-79853694480756922592008-05-31T13:28:00.004+02:002008-05-31T14:50:02.964+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SEFBhsG1gbI/AAAAAAAABRw/pUBeYGiivrE/s1600-h/mj-barresweb.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SEE24sG1gYI/AAAAAAAABRE/EcRtF22FqKE/s1600-h/IMG_0001noctw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206502991757410690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SEE24sG1gYI/AAAAAAAABRE/EcRtF22FqKE/s400/IMG_0001noctw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Quieta y en calma</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">la noche avanzando</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ffff;"><em>hasta el alba.</em><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Hasta el alba</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">en sereno silencio</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">está el alma.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">Está el alma</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">y también la mente</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">quieta y en calma.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;">****MJ****</span></em></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-71358489032580343512008-05-24T13:09:00.007+02:002008-05-24T13:24:49.076+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDf53B7HAuI/AAAAAAAABQE/JDzvTBmWn7w/s1600-h/08al0046a-web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203902618254377698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDf53B7HAuI/AAAAAAAABQE/JDzvTBmWn7w/s400/08al0046a-web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center">*****</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Sin un ruido,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">en silencio quedó</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">el anochecer...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">el anochecer</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">es magia del momento</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">de uno solo...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">uno solo es</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">el que queda consigo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">mismo en paz...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">quien está en paz</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">goza en silencio</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sin un ruido</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">++++MJ++++</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-75265329174475772332008-05-23T14:00:00.005+02:002008-05-24T15:13:58.769+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDgD7B7HAwI/AAAAAAAABQc/P4k1fz6L3AQ/s1600-h/card5.060022aww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203913682090132226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDgD7B7HAwI/AAAAAAAABQc/P4k1fz6L3AQ/s400/card5.060022aww.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">****</span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Las amapolas </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">se mecen al tiempo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">del viento.</span></em></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">******MJ******</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203931381650359058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDgUBR7HAxI/AAAAAAAABQs/RB7luhQBNEc/s400/Albufera-2_42zw.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">****</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em></em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em>En el malecón</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em>manifiestan ternura</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em>unos amantes.</em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><em>******</em>MJ<em>******</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-26895701615005158202008-05-21T16:06:00.003+02:002008-05-21T16:37:39.237+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQzjpHdRTI/AAAAAAAABPQ/x5Xmf1PFiVw/s1600-h/barres-w.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">¡Muchas gracias a todos por vuestra asistencia!</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Diario del Puerto</div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQy6pHdRRI/AAAAAAAABPA/hg9pw1fR66Y/s1600-h/Diario-del-Puerto1w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202839452570699026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQy6pHdRRI/AAAAAAAABPA/hg9pw1fR66Y/s400/Diario-del-Puerto1w.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">Valencia Marítima<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202839542765012258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQy_5HdRSI/AAAAAAAABPI/O_Oewq6s8cs/s400/Valencia-maritima-1w.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-30748813666114252502008-05-20T00:38:00.003+02:002008-05-20T00:43:52.957+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDICW5HdRMI/AAAAAAAABOQ/HelHhL8Fm9U/s1600-h/08al0046a-web.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDIBnZHdRLI/AAAAAAAABOI/MRZv0zWm9NA/s1600-h/08al0170old-web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202222295835034802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDIBnZHdRLI/AAAAAAAABOI/MRZv0zWm9NA/s400/08al0170old-web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Cuando escribo</div><div align="center">porque estoy muy triste</div><div align="center">caen lágrimas.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Caen lágrimas</div><div align="center">y mis ojos hinchados</div><div align="center">se me inundan.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Se me inunda</div><div align="center">el alma de amargura</div><div align="center">desenfocada.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Desenfocadas</div><div align="center">son mis tristes palabras</div><div align="center">cuando escribo.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">+++++++ MJ +++++++</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-77918669182303352942008-05-19T00:52:00.003+02:002008-05-20T00:57:20.964+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDIFqJHdROI/AAAAAAAABOg/l_5_jnTLtqk/s1600-h/07tranvia0036-1web.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDIE65HdRNI/AAAAAAAABOY/dqJ5Zwn5AnE/s1600-h/08al0141a-oldweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202225929377367250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDIE65HdRNI/AAAAAAAABOY/dqJ5Zwn5AnE/s400/08al0141a-oldweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Siento mi dolor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">en alma y en cuerpo;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">pasan minutos.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Pasan minutos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">lentamente contados;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">pasan las horas.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Pasan las horas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">interminablemente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">lentas, cansadas.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Lentas, cansadas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">e inflexibles cuando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">siento mi dolor.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">+++++++ MJ +++++++</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-48682244893473490782008-05-18T12:36:00.006+02:002008-05-18T12:55:54.400+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDAK2ZHdRKI/AAAAAAAABN4/PXumafOV3P4/s1600-h/barres1w.jpg"></a><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDAG05HdRFI/AAAAAAAABNU/s4AtbK8Igt4/s1600-h/invitacion-webww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201665075367986258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDAG05HdRFI/AAAAAAAABNU/s4AtbK8Igt4/s400/invitacion-webww.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>EL GRUPO FOTOGRÁFICO DEL MARÍTIMO<br /></strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>José Saéz, Rafael L. Puig, Paco Ferrer, Pablo Sarro, Paco Mtnez-Clavel y Mª José Barres<br /></strong></span><br />Se complace invitaros a su exposición fotográfica<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HUECOS Y RINCONES</span></strong><br /></span><br />que tendrá lugar el próximo <strong><span style="color:#ffffcc;">lunes 19 a las 7 de la tarde</span><br /></strong>en el<br />ATENEO MARÍTIMO, C/ Reina 68 de Valencia</div></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">*********<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Serie RINCONES</strong></div><div align="center">70 x 35 cm. montados en fórex y laminados en arena.</div><div align="center">Consta de 3 montajes de serie limitada (3 ejemplares)</div><div align="center">300 €/u</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201665741087917154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDAHbpHdRGI/AAAAAAAABNc/5XXaHDBkJ1s/s400/barres1w.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em>Berlina</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><em></em><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201667287276143730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDAI1pHdRHI/AAAAAAAABNk/vER9B9-vh94/s400/barres2w.jpg" border="0" /><em>Coupé</em><br /></p><div align="center"><em></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201668713205286034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDAKIpHdRJI/AAAAAAAABNw/M0M2uSQEH6U/s400/barres3w.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em>Cabriolet</em><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><em></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-52344207842604824142008-05-05T23:35:00.003+02:002008-05-07T21:56:38.076+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SCIJJODNtGI/AAAAAAAABL0/yoqFF93kw7s/s1600-h/13a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197726973934023778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SCIJJODNtGI/AAAAAAAABL0/yoqFF93kw7s/s400/13a.jpg" border="0" /></a>****<br />Cae la hoja <div align="center">susurra el viento.</div><div align="center">Pasa un ángel.</div><div align="center">****</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-21000105213338865052008-05-04T12:59:00.007+02:002008-05-07T21:44:58.214+02:00<div align="center">Con mucho cariño a mis compañeras de la edición</div><div align="center">"Obsesiones en metro y medio" Febrero 2008</div><div align="center"><em>Gracias por Albarracín.</em> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197724139255608402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SCIGkODNtFI/AAAAAAAABLs/-Oi9PDIzPvU/s400/IMG_8430aweb.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em>Tiene el balcón</em></div><div align="center"><em>una persiana verde</em></div><div align="center"><em>donde no da el sol. </em></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB2XNkJT0mI/AAAAAAAABGY/gba6kF4CN84/s1600-h/haiga1-w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196475804352238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB2XNkJT0mI/AAAAAAAABGY/gba6kF4CN84/s400/haiga1-w.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> A Juan Carlos del Rio, con afecto.</em><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-76026665963720296362008-05-02T22:22:00.005+02:002008-05-21T17:04:56.128+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQ57pHdRVI/AAAAAAAABPk/rIOM292yXus/s1600-h/08al0188oldaw.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202847166331962706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQ57pHdRVI/AAAAAAAABPk/rIOM292yXus/s400/08al0188oldaw.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SDQ4rpHdRUI/AAAAAAAABPc/6eUbyreV4kM/s1600-h/08al0188oldaw.jpg"></a><br /><div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">El recuerdo</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">acude a la mente</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y me entristece...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Me entristece</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">el paso del tiempo,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">mi pelo cano.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Mi pelo cano</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">anuncia con insistencia</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">que llego tarde...</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">ya llego tarde</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">a cumplir los sueños</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">de mi juventud.</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-45007755502836670682008-04-28T22:38:00.002+02:002008-05-04T22:44:02.585+02:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196625299278910546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="301" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4fLUJT1FI/AAAAAAAABK4/0dPrLPrpEDw/s400/07tranvia0036-1web.jpg" width="309" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Breve romance,</em></div><div align="center"><em>una chispa en los ojos.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Beso en el aire.</em></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-80842408680858981902008-04-23T00:33:00.013+02:002008-04-30T13:57:07.767+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SBemCkJT0kI/AAAAAAAABF4/KXyYJHkJElA/s1600-h/flor2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194803258187829826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SBemCkJT0kI/AAAAAAAABF4/KXyYJHkJElA/s200/flor2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Lánguida lágrima<br />de lenta agonía,<br />calla mohína.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />************************************************************<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SBepCUJT0lI/AAAAAAAABGE/pUsSbyOVLmQ/s1600-h/flor7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194806552427745874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SBepCUJT0lI/AAAAAAAABGE/pUsSbyOVLmQ/s200/flor7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Susurra una flor<br />que descansa tranquila<br />sobre mi amor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-58749362550510094162008-03-30T00:26:00.006+01:002008-05-02T22:08:39.505+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7QfCHojUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Mwe82r-2guM/s1600-h/color3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183309452713430338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7QfCHojUI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Mwe82r-2guM/s400/color3.jpg" border="0" /></a>**** </div><div align="center">Solo un instante</div><div align="center">separa el silencio</div><div align="center">de un ataque.<br />****<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183311651736685938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7SfCHojXI/AAAAAAAABDo/E1c5qVdT8tY/s400/color4.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-27901603564446725212008-03-23T21:53:00.010+01:002008-05-04T12:51:36.384+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bELCHoi1I/AAAAAAAAA-k/q2qS19JFzho/s1600-h/5obsesion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181044115162827602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bELCHoi1I/AAAAAAAAA-k/q2qS19JFzho/s400/5obsesion.jpg" border="0" /></a> 100 x 70 forex laminado en arena.</div><div align="center">Galería El Tossal febrero/marzo 2008</div><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">"... Ni sé tampoco en tan terribles horas</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">en qué pensaba, o qué pasó por mí;</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">sólo recuerdo que lloré y maldije,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">y que en aquella noche envejecí."</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">G. A. Becquer<br /></span></em><br /></p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bEHCHoi0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/ajJj8pnIpXk/s1600-h/obs1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181044046443350850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bEHCHoi0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/ajJj8pnIpXk/s400/obs1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bECCHoizI/AAAAAAAAA-U/T5i-UB60v2c/s1600-h/obs2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043960544004914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bECCHoizI/AAAAAAAAA-U/T5i-UB60v2c/s400/obs2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bD8CHoiyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Hfgr2jhpoNM/s1600-h/obs3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043857464789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bD8CHoiyI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Hfgr2jhpoNM/s400/obs3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bD3yHoixI/AAAAAAAAA-E/EYu_G44lTlQ/s1600-h/obs4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043784450345746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bD3yHoixI/AAAAAAAAA-E/EYu_G44lTlQ/s400/obs4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDzSHoiwI/AAAAAAAAA98/nwSAR9nc__Q/s1600-h/obs5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043707140934402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDzSHoiwI/AAAAAAAAA98/nwSAR9nc__Q/s400/obs5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDviHoivI/AAAAAAAAA90/22zaJKzms0Q/s1600-h/obs6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043642716424946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDviHoivI/AAAAAAAAA90/22zaJKzms0Q/s400/obs6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDqSHoiuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kU4pclxoXbw/s1600-h/obs7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043552522111714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDqSHoiuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/kU4pclxoXbw/s400/obs7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDmCHoitI/AAAAAAAAA9k/45xEQbIOW_Y/s1600-h/obs8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043479507667666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDmCHoitI/AAAAAAAAA9k/45xEQbIOW_Y/s400/obs8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDhCHoisI/AAAAAAAAA9c/IzmrWDTZrIo/s1600-h/obs9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181043393608321730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-bDhCHoisI/AAAAAAAAA9c/IzmrWDTZrIo/s400/obs9.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-28632374998150856722008-02-25T23:40:00.001+01:002008-03-26T17:29:58.797+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181813103287372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-l_kCHoi8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/dCtdkcTi_cM/s400/mj-barres.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Estrella de la Aurora</em></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Esta foto ha formado parte junto con su pareja "Madre Naturaleza" de la exposición "La mujer y los cuatro elementos" organizada por Correos por el Arte en el Palacio de Comunicaciones de Valencia (Central de Correos), Colectiva de fotógrafas de Valencia. Junio 2007</div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ambas están dedicadas a mis compañeras y amigas las "Fotógrafas de Agfoval" por su apoyo: Alicia, Ana, Carmen, Elena, Fati, Laura, Lidia, Loles, Mati, Pilar, Raquel, Raquelita,Tesa.</span></em></div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181815839181540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mCDSHoi-I/AAAAAAAABAI/HcAoN_ls5kc/s400/1barres-peq.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Madre Naturaleza</em></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181817771916823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mDzyHojBI/AAAAAAAABAg/FQ3Zy6fecFo/s400/Dip+Fotografas+Valencia_P%C3%A1gina_1.jpg" border="0" /></span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181821414049090690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mHHyHojII/AAAAAAAABBY/T-0Z8W-0Fjc/s400/07jun0095web.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Posteriormente fueron expuestas en el Montepío del Puerto Autónomo de Valencia formando parte de la exposición "Los cuatro elementos" con el colectivo Fotógrafas de Agfoval. Noviembre 2007</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181821315264842866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mHCCHojHI/AAAAAAAABBQ/j2LrMePjG2w/s400/invitacion4elementosweb.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181825734786190482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mLDSHojJI/AAAAAAAABBk/-OGPPErBvAU/s400/07nov0084web.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Mi familia: mi hermana, mi nuera, mi sobrina en el centro, mi hijo y mi cuñado.<br /></span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181816071109774338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mCQyHojAI/AAAAAAAABAY/HqL_1bxEu9w/s400/periodico2p.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181815959440624626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mCKSHoi_I/AAAAAAAABAQ/er-n5mabQK4/s400/periodico1p.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181818729694530642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mEriHojFI/AAAAAAAABBA/zZ6SHA7SoJU/s400/En+fin.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto de Fátima Arroyo<br /></span></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181818386097146930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mEXiHojDI/AAAAAAAABAw/cEZ8aFqCYbc/s400/Ellas.jpg" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto de Fátima Arroyo</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">Y por último, en el Salón de Exposiciones de Agfoval, también con el colectivo Fotógrafas de Agfoval. Febrero 2008.<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181821190710791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-mG6yHojGI/AAAAAAAABBI/uBxkl0OtuWY/s400/_05.JPG" border="0" /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Foto cedida por Joaquín Collado<br /></span></em><div><div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-3111983574985227082008-01-22T23:43:00.002+01:002008-03-23T21:37:01.211+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5ZyDLKHE4I/AAAAAAAAA04/lMHKYWpsaGM/s1600-h/vicky0051aa-web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158435822059852674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5ZyDLKHE4I/AAAAAAAAA04/lMHKYWpsaGM/s400/vicky0051aa-web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Zx8bKHE3I/AAAAAAAAA0w/qMUrroGLoyg/s1600-h/vicky0053aa-web.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Zx0bKHE2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/7VChysjJ_3k/s1600-h/vicky0056aa-web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158435568656782178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Zx0bKHE2I/AAAAAAAAA0o/7VChysjJ_3k/s400/vicky0056aa-web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-31381352183749414242007-12-26T18:35:00.000+01:002008-01-23T00:09:35.746+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Z3QLKHE6I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/TzvJmOpGv5c/s1600-h/Rafael+C.+Burgos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158441542956290978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Z3QLKHE6I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/TzvJmOpGv5c/s400/Rafael+C.+Burgos.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rafael desde Suecia</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Z3JbKHE5I/AAAAAAAAA1I/acRXB23gttI/s1600-h/cris+spracklen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158441426992173970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R5Z3JbKHE5I/AAAAAAAAA1I/acRXB23gttI/s400/cris+spracklen.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cris desde Inglaterra<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KTebKHEOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/d2RkkSlgre0/s1600-h/Reyes+Magos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339474933420258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KTebKHEOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/d2RkkSlgre0/s400/Reyes+Magos.jpg" border="0" /></a>" Reyes Magos" Mi amiga Alicia</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KTZrKHENI/AAAAAAAAAvU/h70Q2s6et7M/s1600-h/roby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148339393329041618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KTZrKHENI/AAAAAAAAAvU/h70Q2s6et7M/s400/roby.jpg" border="0" /></a>Roby: desde Italia<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KS9rKHELI/AAAAAAAAAvI/GEFUYX3CrkM/s1600-h/Rafael-Valero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338912292704434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KS9rKHELI/AAAAAAAAAvI/GEFUYX3CrkM/s400/Rafael-Valero.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rafa, el presidente<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSzLKHEKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/i9gyURqtEXg/s1600-h/pepe-montes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338731904077986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSzLKHEKI/AAAAAAAAAvA/i9gyURqtEXg/s400/pepe-montes.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pepe: colega, profe y amigo<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSrLKHEJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1ZYT1BpJQ-Y/s1600-h/paco+y+laura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338594465124498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSrLKHEJI/AAAAAAAAAu4/1ZYT1BpJQ-Y/s400/paco+y+laura.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mis amigos Laura y Paco<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSmrKHEII/AAAAAAAAAuw/H7yoFThh9xM/s1600-h/navidadC+2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338517155713154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSmrKHEII/AAAAAAAAAuw/H7yoFThh9xM/s400/navidadC+2007.jpg" border="0" /></a>Tesa, que es genial<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KShLKHEHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fYqR8gar1yg/s1600-h/Mira-como-beben.....jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338422666432626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KShLKHEHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fYqR8gar1yg/s400/Mira-como-beben.....jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Pero mira como beben..." de mi amigo y colega Chuchi<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSa7KHEGI/AAAAAAAAAug/gOwQ4xUTi_c/s1600-h/Miguel-David.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338315292250210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSa7KHEGI/AAAAAAAAAug/gOwQ4xUTi_c/s400/Miguel-David.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mi amigo Miguel<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSW7KHEFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xUCUzPaXeys/s1600-h/Gonzalo-Deval.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338246572773458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSW7KHEFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xUCUzPaXeys/s400/Gonzalo-Deval.jpg" border="0" /></a>Gonzalo desde Banisanó (aún espero verte por la capi)</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSSLKHEEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uRK3Mqx1dJs/s1600-h/gaby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338164968394818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSSLKHEEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/uRK3Mqx1dJs/s400/gaby.jpg" border="0" /></a>Gabry, desde Cerdeña<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSNbKHECI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8FnXzulbV0g/s1600-h/ff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148338083364016162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KSNbKHECI/AAAAAAAAAuE/8FnXzulbV0g/s400/ff.jpg" border="0" /></a> Raúl desde Argentina<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148337834255912978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KR-7KHEBI/AAAAAAAAAt8/j5BFYKEpgPg/s400/FelicesOvnis.jpg" border="0" /> Lidia: Mucha suerte, guapetona!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KR6bKHEAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YLxe1rOPdzg/s1600-h/escudero.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148337756946501634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KR6bKHEAI/AAAAAAAAAt0/YLxe1rOPdzg/s400/escudero.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ángel, gran médico<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KRxbKHD_I/AAAAAAAAAts/LGoQp6yxqLg/s1600-h/Casa-Villanueva-153-101-3p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148337602327678962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KRxbKHD_I/AAAAAAAAAts/LGoQp6yxqLg/s400/Casa-Villanueva-153-101-3p.jpg" border="0" /></a>Joaquín<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KRtLKHD-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/JbfJG1JQQ9E/s1600-h/bon+nadal+2007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148337529313234914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KRtLKHD-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/JbfJG1JQQ9E/s400/bon+nadal+2007.jpg" border="0" /></a>Juanvi, buen colega<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KRVLKHD9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/h0ipjQCcSD4/s1600-h/2008+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148337116996374482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R3KRVLKHD9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/h0ipjQCcSD4/s400/2008+2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rafi, desde Israel, aunque pasen los años</div><br /><br />No están todos los que son, pero si son todos los que están.<br />Además de las postales publicadas tengo un montón de pps, de felicitaciones escritas, de arbolitos de la amistad y un montón de buenos deseos para el Año próximo.</div><br /><br /><div>Compartir con vosotros que será un año muy diferente, muchos cambios en estos últimos momentos del año y muy próximos los cambios venideros.</div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>A todos, los que estais en mi corazón, con mucho cariño: mis mejores deseos.</em></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>MJ<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-55758952428042197332007-12-20T00:39:00.000+01:002008-03-30T00:45:45.326+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7UWyHojYI/AAAAAAAABDw/KI3mKnIGuwo/s1600-h/felidelanp.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183313709026020738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7UWyHojYI/AAAAAAAABDw/KI3mKnIGuwo/s400/felidelanp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">1er Premio Concurso de Postales Navideñas 2007 de Agfoval</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-87849268972163494592007-10-04T15:44:00.000+02:002008-05-05T23:32:14.637+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4LvkJT09I/AAAAAAAABJs/w2wir-RXoO4/s1600-h/percepciones-w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196603931816612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4LvkJT09I/AAAAAAAABJs/w2wir-RXoO4/s400/percepciones-w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">El grupo "Fotógrafas de Agfoval" lo creamos en el año 2006, siendo yo su coordinadora. En la edición 2006/07 formaban parte:<br /></div><br /><div align="justify">Fatima Arroyo, Raquel Artacho, Isabel Beltrán, Mª Carmen Broch, Elena Castaldi, Mati Irizarri, Francis Jaén, Raquel Méndez, Vanessa Prado, Inma Riquelme, Pilar Sampedro, Carmen Soler, Laura Vallés y yo.<br /></div><div align="justify">A esta colección la titulamos "Percepciones en metro y medio" y fue expuesta en:<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB3FHEJT00I/AAAAAAAABIc/ZQIOWSyhEYE/s1600-h/PORTADAweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196526270217966402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB3FHEJT00I/AAAAAAAABIc/ZQIOWSyhEYE/s200/PORTADAweb.jpg" border="0" /></a>Noviembre 2006, Salón de Agfoval - Valencia</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCUJT05I/AAAAAAAABJM/fMSYVGCWnL0/s1600-h/cañada0002ww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196602054915904402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCUJT05I/AAAAAAAABJM/fMSYVGCWnL0/s200/ca%C3%B1ada0002ww.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Enero 2007, Centro social de La Cañada, Paterna - Valencia<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KO0JT08I/AAAAAAAABJk/pbVGbOPicro/s1600-h/la-cañadaww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196602269664269250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KO0JT08I/AAAAAAAABJk/pbVGbOPicro/s200/la-ca%C3%B1adaww.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCkJT06I/AAAAAAAABJU/ghgeW5sZdV4/s1600-h/folletobenisanoww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196602059210871714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCkJT06I/AAAAAAAABJU/ghgeW5sZdV4/s200/folletobenisanoww.jpg" border="0" /></a>Febrero 2007, XI Setmana del Castell, Benisanó - Valencia</div><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCkJT07I/AAAAAAAABJc/V7_2C5a7uIE/s1600-h/grupofinalletrasww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196602059210871730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCkJT07I/AAAAAAAABJc/V7_2C5a7uIE/s200/grupofinalletrasww.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196607251826332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4Ow0JT1BI/AAAAAAAABKM/sr9ww2nB_7Q/s400/agfoval+portada+jpg.jpg" border="0" /><em>Portada del catálogo, regalo del Ayto. de Valencia<br /></em></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4MU0JT0-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/eL4h_VL0juk/s1600-h/biblio1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196604571766739938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4MU0JT0-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/eL4h_VL0juk/s200/biblio1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Marzo 2007, El día de la Dona, Biblioteca Joan Timoneda, Ayto de Valencia<br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCUJT04I/AAAAAAAABJE/ReE_JCZ6Bt8/s1600-h/beniferri0034aww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196602054915904386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KCUJT04I/AAAAAAAABJE/ReE_JCZ6Bt8/s200/beniferri0034aww.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB3Fk0JT01I/AAAAAAAABIk/VNlbDa_m4Ck/s1600-h/biblio1.jpg"></a></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB3Fk0JT01I/AAAAAAAABIk/VNlbDa_m4Ck/s1600-h/biblio1.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4NVUJT1AI/AAAAAAAABKE/d098zAi44W0/s1600-h/07jun0076aweb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196605679868302338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4NVUJT1AI/AAAAAAAABKE/d098zAi44W0/s200/07jun0076aweb.jpg" border="0" /></a>Abril-mayo 2007, Museo Arqueológico de Orihuela, Alicante</div><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Con Laura Vallés en Orihuela</span></em> </div></div><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Con Isabel Beltrán, Laura Vallés, el arqueólogo y el Concejal de Cultura del Ayto de Orihuela frente al paso de "La Diabla"</span></em></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196524268763206418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="304" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB3DSkJT0xI/AAAAAAAABIE/Ei0HCiBrSaU/s400/07jun0078web.jpg" width="172" border="0" /><br /><br />Junio 2007, Biblioteca Isabel de Villena, Ayto de Valencia<br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KB0JT03I/AAAAAAAABI8/MjStVhqyV74/s1600-h/beniferri3ww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196602046325969778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/SB4KB0JT03I/AAAAAAAABI8/MjStVhqyV74/s200/beniferri3ww.jpg" border="0" /></a>Octubre 2007, Clausura de la exposición en la Biblioteca Casa de La Reina, Ayto de Valencia</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><em>(más información en <a href="http://agfoval-tablon.blogspot.com/">Agfoval</a>)</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-90164895467078689932007-05-29T18:34:00.002+02:002008-03-30T00:55:02.203+01:00<div>Recuerdos del pasado<br />Que venís en mi presente.<br />Recuerdos encontrados que nubláis mi mente.<br /><br />¿Cómo expresar la ira contenida,<br />La rabia desbocada, que yo sentía,<br />cuando hablaba quien la muerte me inflingía?<br /><br />Recuerdos del pasado<br />Que os veo, escucho y palpo,<br />Como si fuese ahora el día de mi gran espanto,<br /><br />Cuando cruel despedida<br />De mi amor y mis entrañas,<br />Cuando mi corazón arrancabas sin gesto y sin medida<br /><br />Y cercenabas mi llanto y alegría<br />para los restos, sin curar los recuerdos<br />Ni las llagas ni heridas.<br /><br />Recuerdos del pasado<br />Que turbáis mi presente<br />Impidiendo que otra vez ame libremente.<br /><div></div><br /><div>+++++++++++</div><div> </div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7WtyHojaI/AAAAAAAABEA/rxmZasIaJKs/s1600-h/ilus9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183316303186267554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ze59BU6hMxA/R-7WtyHojaI/AAAAAAAABEA/rxmZasIaJKs/s400/ilus9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18569051.post-41945761435060159282007-04-29T17:59:00.000+02:002008-05-04T15:33:59.211+02:00Te dije, te diré y te diría<br />que no se lo que me digo.<br />Me dijiste, me dirás, me dirías...<br />y no se lo que mendigo.<br />Si me dices y no me llegas,<br />o no alcanzo o no te entiendo<br />Si te digo y no te llego,<br />o no me sientes lo que siento<br />¿Cómo digo lo que pierdo<br />para que tu no lo sientas?<br />¿Cómo digo lo que entiendo<br />para que tu lo comprendas?<br />Si me dices y te digo<br />sea amor y no castigo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>copyright 2004-2008 Mª José Barres. Todos los derechos reservados</p></div>Mª José Barreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08482046782192385664noreply@blogger.com