tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91437457467885797642009-03-02T06:24:16.847+01:00And I look across the waterFotos desde una mirada divergenteKatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-81995846390482258212008-06-19T21:35:00.006+02:002008-06-20T00:02:51.632+02:00Los pájaros<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SFrXUOfQDAI/AAAAAAAADww/lJugqMGQRZk/s1600-h/P1020831.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213716261121297410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SFrXUOfQDAI/AAAAAAAADww/lJugqMGQRZk/s640/P1020831.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SFq2j7DysVI/AAAAAAAADwo/FP9Sow-M058/s1600-h/P1020831.JPG"></a><em>"¿De qué le vale a un hombre ganar el mundo si pierde su alma?".</em></div><div align="center"><em>...citado en la Biblia</em><br /><br /></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SFq1Rmh05-I/AAAAAAAADwg/EcY-nn-Pwqo/s1600-h/P1020839.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-8199584639048225821?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-33919978088491548732008-06-13T18:15:00.003+02:002008-06-13T18:29:18.617+02:00Despeinadas<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SFKdLXmKBmI/AAAAAAAADwY/mNm6evKg08U/s1600-h/P1020528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211400537459263074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SFKdLXmKBmI/AAAAAAAADwY/mNm6evKg08U/s800/P1020528.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> " ... Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here... Here comes the sun..."</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Cariño, parece que han pasado años desde que estuvo aquí... Aquí viene el sol...)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">... The Beatles<br /></div></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-3391997808849154873?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-76822635960636555812008-06-06T00:36:00.001+02:002008-06-06T00:41:23.840+02:00Flores salvajes<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SEhq-_rO-bI/AAAAAAAADwQ/1GEJbs9FVw8/s1600-h/P1020605.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208530599531182514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SEhq-_rO-bI/AAAAAAAADwQ/1GEJbs9FVw8/s640/P1020605.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Creo que hay una fuerza en este mundo que yace bajo la superficie ... algo primitivo y salvaje que se despierta cuando necesitamos ese empujón extra para sobrevivir, como esas flores salvajes que florecen después de que el fuego haya ennegrecido todo un bosque.La mayoría de la gente lo teme y lo mantiene encerrado en lo más profundo de su interior, pero siempre habrá quien tenga el coraje de amar aquello que lleva en su interior y que está sin domar. </em></div><div align="center"><em>... Flicka</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-7682263596063655581?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-20635450984406211332008-06-02T23:43:00.001+02:002008-06-03T00:34:32.898+02:00La tienda<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SERplRkWrWI/AAAAAAAADwI/85_zxSHO4PU/s1600-h/P1020577-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207403158239096162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SERplRkWrWI/AAAAAAAADwI/85_zxSHO4PU/s640/P1020577-3.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Tropiezas con la realidad, corres tras un sueño..."</div><div align="center">...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-2063545098440621133?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-43814359958351380242008-05-30T18:30:00.002+02:002008-05-30T18:34:48.614+02:00Hay ángeles entre nosotros<div align="right"> <a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SEAr8JX4HdI/AAAAAAAADwA/tuQeZV6uVHw/s1600-h/P4050084-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206209481548504530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SEAr8JX4HdI/AAAAAAAADwA/tuQeZV6uVHw/s640/P4050084-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto realizada por artista invitada... mi hermana Shakespeare</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Lugar: Angel (Londres)</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> "La ventaja de tener mala memoria es que se goza muchas veces con las mismas cosas"</div><div align="center">... Nietzsche<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-4381435995835138024?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-34193064330427206192008-05-26T02:41:00.002+02:002008-05-26T02:59:08.672+02:00Intuyendo el verano<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDoHfpX4HcI/AAAAAAAADv4/_wptcXVOz58/s1600-h/P1020518-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204480559643368898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDoHfpX4HcI/AAAAAAAADv4/_wptcXVOz58/s640/P1020518-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>"No te quedes sin móvil al borde del camino;</em></div><div align="center"><em>no congeles el júbilo; </em></div><div align="center"><em>no quieras con desgana;</em></div><div align="center"><em>no te salves ni ahora ni nunca, no te salves;</em></div><div align="center"><em>no te llenes de calma; </em></div><div align="center"><em>no reserves del mundo sólo un rincón tranquilo; </em></div><div align="center"><em>no dejes caer los párpados, pesados como juicios; </em></div><div align="center"><em>no te quedes sin labios; </em></div><div align="center"><em>no te duermas sin sueño;</em></div><div align="center"><em>no te pienses sin sangre; </em></div><div align="center"><em>no te juzgues sin tiempo.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Pero si pese a todo no puedes evitarlo </em></div><div align="center"><em>y congelas el júbilo, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y quieres con desgana, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te salvas ahora </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te llenas de calma, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y reservas del mundo sólo un rincón tranquilo, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y dejas caer los párpados pesados como juicios, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te quedas sin labios </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te duermes sin sueño, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te piensas sin sangre </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te juzgas sin tiempo, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te quedas sin móvil al borde del camino, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y te salvas; </em></div><div align="center"><em>entonces... </em></div><div align="center"><em>no te quedes conmigo."</em></div><div align="center"><em>... El lado oscuro del corazón</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-3419306433042720619?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-19810190949278260192008-05-21T23:35:00.002+02:002008-05-21T23:40:10.102+02:00Small Faces<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDSVu1RHHJI/AAAAAAAADl0/8GONfDFmKpk/s1600-h/P4040057-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202948101325134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDSVu1RHHJI/AAAAAAAADl0/8GONfDFmKpk/s640/P4040057-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> "Un hombre cansado de Londres es un hombre cansado de la vida, pues en Londres se encuentra todo lo que la vida puede ofrecer"</em></div><div align="center"><em>... Samuel Johnson</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-1981019094927826019?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-38201307735158199072008-05-19T13:44:00.001+02:002008-05-20T10:53:22.316+02:00Atrapar la suerte<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDFoRVRHHII/AAAAAAAADls/CbggTGzgsv4/s1600-h/Visita+Family+Febrero+2008+091-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202053691565612162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDFoRVRHHII/AAAAAAAADls/CbggTGzgsv4/s640/Visita+Family+Febrero+2008+091-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>"Yo te cuento que por un extraño rito, has atrapado su suerte en esta foto y ahora te pertenece. Y eso es lo que vamos a jugarnos a partir de ahora, la suerte de la gente. Y que mientras más fotos tengas, más afortunado serás."</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>... Intacto</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-3820130773515819907?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-84977082075273863592008-05-19T00:20:00.002+02:002008-05-19T01:10:16.883+02:00El remanso de las fieras<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDCsQlRHHHI/AAAAAAAADlk/gQL77CuEI_E/s1600-h/P1000941.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201846970494688370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SDCsQlRHHHI/AAAAAAAADlk/gQL77CuEI_E/s640/P1000941.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>"...Kiss me, Kate"</em></div><div align="center"><em>... La fierecilla domada</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-8497708207527386359?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-73342621520006779862008-05-16T00:42:00.005+02:002008-05-16T01:22:13.196+02:00La ciudadela resiste<div align="right"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCzFLlRHHGI/AAAAAAAADlc/E9WWX7yclP4/s1600-h/P1000559.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200748472479194210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCzFLlRHHGI/AAAAAAAADlc/E9WWX7yclP4/s640/P1000559.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:78%;">La Alcazaba, Málaga</span></em><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"Yo construyo la ciudadela en torno mío</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yo la edifico piedra por piedra</em></div><div align="center"><em>y movilizo los ejércitos </em></div><div align="center"><em>para que vayan al ataque</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sólo</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yo exacerbo el apetito del combate</em></div><div align="center"><em>en el ánimo de los enemigos</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yo les preparo el terreno </em></div><div align="center"><em>para que pulan sus armas </em></div><div align="center"><em>y ajusten el tiro</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yo envío los libros del desafío </em></div><div align="center"><em>y espero entre la ciudadela</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sólo</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yo llamo manzana del extravío</em></div><div align="center"><em>a cada ola de asalto</em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>YO ODIO LAS ARMAS</strong></em></div><div align="center"><em>No conozco las artes de la guerra</em></div><div align="center"><em>y no tengo soldados ni mensajeros</em></div><div align="center"><em>Sólo</em></div><div align="center"><em>Cada vez que un ataque se fractura</em></div><div align="center"><em>yo presto auxilio a los heridos</em></div><div align="center"><em>y reenvío a los prisioneros </em></div><div align="center"><em>cargados de regalos</em></div><div align="center"><em>Yo colmo las murallas de la ciudadela</em></div><div align="center"><em>las aceito,</em></div><div align="center"><em>las embellezco con linternas</em></div><div align="center"><em>para que ellas guíen </em></div><div align="center"><em>el siguiente asalto</em></div><div align="center"><em>Porque puede ser que quieran ellos</em></div><div align="center"><em>atacar por sorpresa, </em></div><div align="center"><em>de noche</em></div><div align="center"><em>Héme aquí sólo</em></div><div align="center"><em>y la ciudadela resiste"</em></div><div align="center"><em>... Qassim Haddad</em></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-7334262152000677986?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-67398676070437813322008-05-14T20:59:00.006+02:002008-05-14T23:37:18.232+02:00Children's songs<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCtaoFRHHDI/AAAAAAAADlE/d4fKO9SKuJE/s1600-h/20080514_5.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200349839384583218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCtaoFRHHDI/AAAAAAAADlE/d4fKO9SKuJE/s640/20080514_5.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "...Wilderness of pain</em></div><div align="center"><em>And all the children are insane</em></div><div align="center"><em>All the children are insane</em></div><div align="center"><em>Waiting for the summer rain"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(...Desierto de dolor</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Y todos los niños están locos</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Todos los niños están locos</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Esperando la lluvia de verano)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em>...The Doors</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-6739867607043781332?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-88744085408186512152008-05-10T17:44:00.006+02:002008-05-10T18:15:14.196+02:00Resaca<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCXGHb-FtDI/AAAAAAAADkE/S272mW05FWE/s1600-h/P1020408-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198779175938667570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCXGHb-FtDI/AAAAAAAADkE/S272mW05FWE/s400/P1020408-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCXF6r-FtCI/AAAAAAAADj8/IVWGDjGnSTM/s1600-h/P1020408-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198778956895335458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCXF6r-FtCI/AAAAAAAADj8/IVWGDjGnSTM/s400/P1020408-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCXDEL-FtBI/AAAAAAAADj0/1s8HHB91WAE/s1600-h/P1020408-2.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>─¿Ella está enamorada de él? </em><br /><div align="left"><em>─ Sí.</em></div><div align="left"><em>─ Entonces ha llegado el momento de arriesgarse, de que ella se arriesgue de verdad.</em></div><div align="left"><em>─ Eso es lo que piensa, está estudiando una estratagema para ... </em></div><div align="left"><em>─ Ya entiendo, le gustan las estratagemas .</em></div><div align="left"><em>─ Sí.</em></div><div align="left"><em>─ En realidad ella es una cobarde, precisamente por eso me cuesta captar su mirada.</em></div><div align="center"><em>...Amelie</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-8874408540818651215?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-86113369708134960392008-05-09T16:04:00.004+02:002008-05-09T16:18:16.586+02:00Sueños de humo<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCRaBr-FtAI/AAAAAAAADjs/_N2XKDfvaQs/s1600-h/P1020397-fragmento2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198378854921909250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCRaBr-FtAI/AAAAAAAADjs/_N2XKDfvaQs/s640/P1020397-fragmento2.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> "... Así he vivido yo,</em></div><div align="center"><em>como la luz del sueño</em></div><div align="center"><em>que no recuerdas cuando te despiertas."</em></div><div align="center"><em>... Luís García Montero<br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-8611336970813496039?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-90879692737843251112008-05-08T17:08:00.004+02:002008-05-09T00:40:41.510+02:00Efecto dramático<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCOA0Z0qODI/AAAAAAAADjk/wCdvHQp-j0Y/s1600-h/P1000546-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198140032688994354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCOA0Z0qODI/AAAAAAAADjk/wCdvHQp-j0Y/s640/P1000546-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCMXqp0qOCI/AAAAAAAADjc/wPQ1u-1GW2Y/s1600-h/P1000546.jpg"></a><em>"Si solamente me tocaras el corazón,</em></div><div align="center"><em>si solamente pusieras tu boca en mi corazón,</em></div><div align="center"><em>tu fina boca, tus dientes,</em></div><div align="center"><em>si pusieras tu lengua como una flecha roja</em></div><div align="center"><em>allí donde mi corazón polvoriento golpea,</em></div><div align="center"><em>si soplaras en mi corazón, cerca del mar, llorando,</em></div><div align="center"><em>sonaría con un ruido oscuro,</em></div><div align="center"><em>con sonido de ruedas de tren con sueño,</em></div><div align="center"><em>como aguas vacilantes..."</em></div><div align="center"><em>... Pablo Neruda</em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-9087969273784325111?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-30771216687111039782008-05-07T22:27:00.003+02:002008-05-07T22:34:32.485+02:00Don't look back (No mires atrás)<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCIQ4J0qN9I/AAAAAAAADi0/n2k2cYaf7y8/s1600-h/P1000829+máscara+de+luminancia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197735476834482130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCIQ4J0qN9I/AAAAAAAADi0/n2k2cYaf7y8/s640/P1000829+m%C3%A1scara+de+luminancia.jpg" border="0" /></a><em> "You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.</em></div><div align="center"><em>But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Debes abandonar ahora, coge lo que necesites, piensa que puede durar.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Pero lo que sea que quieras mantener, debes agarrarlo rápido)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em>... Bob Dylan<br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-3077121668711103978?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-59979447855901940892008-05-06T00:57:00.002+02:002008-05-06T19:32:11.002+02:00A la deriva<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SB-RReSNvgI/AAAAAAAADis/PbXrGoAEDpI/s1600-h/P1000543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197032224382107138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SB-RReSNvgI/AAAAAAAADis/PbXrGoAEDpI/s640/P1000543.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>"Cuando la destructiva guerra haga caer las estatuas</em></div><div align="center"><em>Y haga sucumbir la obra del albañil</em></div><div align="center"><em>Ni la espada de Marte, ni su veloz fuego guerrero quemarán</em></div><div align="center"><em>el vivo recuerdo de tu memoria</em></div><div align="center"><em>Contra la muerte y desmemoriada enemistad,</em></div><div align="center"><em>tú avanzarás..."</em></div><div align="center"><em>...Soneto LV, William Shakespeare<br /></em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-5997944785590194089?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-36180758024630465442008-05-01T22:16:00.007+02:002008-05-03T20:16:02.472+02:00La energía de los esclavos<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SByrbeSNvfI/AAAAAAAADik/a28EO492bFU/s1600-h/P1020321-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196216558552989170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SByrbeSNvfI/AAAAAAAADik/a28EO492bFU/s640/P1020321-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBoljeSNvZI/AAAAAAAADh0/DDMHaGwnJoo/s1600-h/P1020321.JPG"></a><em></em><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><em><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBtTkeSNvdI/AAAAAAAADiU/g0lsGav4hHc/s1600-h/bosque1JMD.jpg"></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBtT5eSNveI/AAAAAAAADic/QLXmVkHdIQM/s1600-h/bosque1JMD.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195838841949109730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBtT5eSNveI/AAAAAAAADic/QLXmVkHdIQM/s640/bosque1JMD.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Encerraron a un hombre que quería dominar el mundo. Los muy idiotas encerraron al que no era"</em> </div><div align="center"><em>... Leonard Cohen</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-3618075802463046544?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-603598403130166242008-04-30T18:43:00.008+02:002008-05-08T10:38:00.059+02:00Cerrando capítulos<p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCK7tZ0qOBI/AAAAAAAADjU/LSesjjdnyyc/s1600-h/P1020320-ByN2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197923308639238162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SCK7tZ0qOBI/AAAAAAAADjU/LSesjjdnyyc/s320/P1020320-ByN2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBrEfuSNvaI/AAAAAAAADh8/RKinzHRufIo/s1600-h/P1020320+copia+JMD.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195681169404706210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBrEfuSNvaI/AAAAAAAADh8/RKinzHRufIo/s320/P1020320+copia+JMD.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBlyj-SNvYI/AAAAAAAADhs/o1VDfuouqA4/s1600-h/P1020320.JPG"></a><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Me encantó bailar contigo"</em></div><div align="left"><em> ... Mi vida sin mí</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-60359840313016624?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-63868106375787640232008-04-26T22:09:00.002+02:002008-04-26T22:16:04.384+02:00Una habitación con vistas<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBOMl-SNvTI/AAAAAAAADhE/IlCmGzf9z50/s1600-h/P1000827.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193649379290758450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SBOMl-SNvTI/AAAAAAAADhE/IlCmGzf9z50/s640/P1000827.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "No te esfuerces tanto, las mejores cosas suceden cuando menos te lo esperas"</em></div><div align="center"><em>Gabriel García Márquez</em><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-6386810637578764023?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-13547076877038531292008-04-22T18:11:00.001+02:002008-04-22T18:23:25.063+02:00...esto también pasará.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SA4QaeSNvSI/AAAAAAAADg8/siSw4TaCxs0/s1600-h/P1000932.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192105467396865314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SA4QaeSNvSI/AAAAAAAADg8/siSw4TaCxs0/s640/P1000932.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Madrid, El Retiro</em></span></div><div align="center"><em>"Pese a todo y contra todo, seguimos remando"</em></div><div align="center"><em>...<br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-1354707687703853129?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-79075990286234623302008-04-21T20:35:00.004+02:002008-04-21T21:16:08.301+02:00Chaos<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAzn2Hf33dI/AAAAAAAADgQ/AaxWqSUKtr8/s1600-h/P1020149-2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191779387363024338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAzn2Hf33dI/AAAAAAAADgQ/AaxWqSUKtr8/s320/P1020149-2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAznD3f33cI/AAAAAAAADgI/2JI2pcyB_QA/s1600-h/P1020149-1CALEIDOSCOPIO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191778524074597826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAznD3f33cI/AAAAAAAADgI/2JI2pcyB_QA/s320/P1020149-1CALEIDOSCOPIO.jpg" width="323" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAzfeXf33aI/AAAAAAAADf4/c8TapywyFXQ/s1600-h/P1020149-1CALEIDOSCOPIO.jpg"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="right"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAzfFnf33ZI/AAAAAAAADfw/NIEuhSROQ_8/s1600-h/P1020149-2.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>"Hoy estoy muy cansada para pensar, ya pensaré mañana"</em></div><div align="center"><em>... Lo que el viento se llevó</em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-7907599028623462330?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-26373020354852903232008-04-18T07:33:00.003+02:002008-04-18T07:41:46.592+02:00Luz al final del camino<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAgzdbz0F9I/AAAAAAAADX8/MMdnVRyDAac/s1600-h/P1000928.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190455151318800338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAgzdbz0F9I/AAAAAAAADX8/MMdnVRyDAac/s640/P1000928.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "...Si puedes hacer una pila con todas tus victorias</em></div><div align="center"><em>y arriesgarla en una sola jugada a cara o cruz</em></div><div align="center"><em>y perder, </em></div><div align="center"><em>y volver a empezar desde el principio...."</em></div><div align="center"><em>... Rudyard Kipling</em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-2637302035485290323?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-79075159401491974052008-04-13T12:11:00.005+02:002008-04-13T12:22:21.068+02:00Caminos sobre la mar<div align="right"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAHc8Lz0F8I/AAAAAAAADXE/ou64dcoCQp4/s1600-h/Visita+Family+Febrero+2008+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188671172227897282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/SAHc8Lz0F8I/AAAAAAAADXE/ou64dcoCQp4/s640/Visita+Family+Febrero+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:78%;"> Nerja, Málaga</span></em></div><div align="center"><em>"Tenemos una alternativa. En todos y cada uno de los momentos"</em></div><div align="center"><em>...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-7907515940149197405?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-21660443630018183562008-04-10T23:26:00.000+02:002008-04-11T08:54:24.589+02:00El gato<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/R_6GN3xyd3I/AAAAAAAADI4/AC430Q-f1NY/s1600-h/P1000937.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187731393646589810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/R_6GN3xyd3I/AAAAAAAADI4/AC430Q-f1NY/s400/P1000937.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> "Perseguir al gato es mucho más divertido que atraparlo"</em></div><div align="center"><em>...<br /></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-2166044363001818356?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9143745746788579764.post-41854744026902132872008-04-10T23:04:00.000+02:002008-04-11T08:50:29.879+02:00Niños en El Retiro<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/R_6BcHxydcI/AAAAAAAADFA/uDNKuF-Koso/s1600-h/P1000931.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187726140901586370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y9EBT3rBl3Q/R_6BcHxydcI/AAAAAAAADFA/uDNKuF-Koso/s640/P1000931.JPG" border="0" /></a> "<em>Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"</em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(La vida es lo que pasa mientras estás ocupado haciendo planes)</span></em></div><div align="center"><em>... John Lennon</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9143745746788579764-4185474402690213287?l=andilookacrossthewater.blogspot.com'/></div>Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09683069872801153114noreply@blogger.com2