tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7607917.post-29406852923014193782007-05-06T12:02:00.000+01:002007-05-06T12:11:15.210+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OQJooFhhjf4/Rj23vjehceI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7XJNLq_jnV8/s1600-h/PICT0039_p.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061403583839302114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OQJooFhhjf4/Rj23vjehceI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7XJNLq_jnV8/s400/PICT0039_p.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_OQJooFhhjf4/Rj22JDehcdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SNGrU8fslYs/s1600-h/PICT0039_p.jpg"></a><br />... escointando o bandoneon de Dino Saluzzi sono con historias con recordos, imaxino un lugar no mundo con unha gran pradeira donde no horizonte a terra se une co ceo, fundindose nun mar de cores, imaxino un solpor bermello, imaxino un mencer azul, imaxino ...</div><div> </div>xaquin rosaleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07646206185493193274noreply@blogger.com