tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35899323375086755312024-03-14T05:58:22.528+01:00à propos du sable...on dit bien que le sable possède une singulière musique, que ses plus infimes grains creusent sans cesse l'espace, et que de leur lente friction naissent des sons inexplorés encore... et que ce pourrait être une autre version du silence.../...dicen que la arena posee una música singular, que sus granos más ínfimos horadan sin cesar el espacio, y que de su lenta fricción nacen sonidos aún inexplorados... y que esto podría ser otra versión del silencio...mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-74752995291475266872012-02-05T12:52:00.000+01:002012-02-05T12:52:23.250+01:00désaffection.<br />
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.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-52548593520709958872012-01-30T11:25:00.001+01:002012-01-30T11:28:12.378+01:00une autre mer.<br />
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la mer emprisonnée entre les vagues mots du chuchotement, le sel de quelque trahison secrète, un rendez-vous de plage superposée. il y a des rivages lointains et grinçants, envahis de brumes corrompues, ou rompues, déchirées de mensonges, souillées d'espionnage<br />
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la mer sale, salie<br />
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la mer qui se blanchit-bleuit à chaque regard posé<br />
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la mer toujours ressuscitée<br />
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la mer<br />
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.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-49202554368541568342012-01-18T22:56:00.000+01:002012-01-18T22:56:51.216+01:00eau de mer.<br />
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pierre de coeur<br />
et d’eau dans la noire matrice<br />
chambre douce de nuit<br />
secrètes âmes<br />
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.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-19070403368599493052012-01-09T19:22:00.000+01:002012-01-09T19:22:17.364+01:00la rectitud.<br />
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amar la rectitud como si fuera la suave curva del cielo<br />
vibrante<br />
endogamia de alamedas<br />
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texto: © mgab.]<br />
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.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-6916195335020858812012-01-01T12:40:00.001+01:002012-01-01T12:41:36.048+01:00l'inconnu.<br />
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mi nueva agenda<br />
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me preguntas <br />
porque despeina el aire<br />
tu otoño extasiado y<br />
no renuncias nunca al pájaro que vuela<br />
el oro de tus manos<br />
entre sus plumas <br />
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imagen: © Isabel Esteva Ortiga/'<i>higuera a punto de perder sus hojas</i>']<br />
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.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-31535991054598240292011-12-17T23:55:00.000+01:002011-12-17T23:55:33.631+01:00Xmas 2011-12.<br />
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con un gran y sincero deseo de felicidad para todos los que paséis por aquí. que no nos venza nunca el fatalismo, ni el odio, ni nos abandone el valor. son tiempos duros, habrá que luchar con la serenidad que da una conciencia apaciguada. <br />
un abrazo grande para todos<br />
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.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-61145946030058015012011-12-08T13:36:00.002+01:002011-12-08T13:37:40.426+01:00sho do.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CButQcxXqzE/TuCveEonivI/AAAAAAAABss/M_OlnIN7sfU/s1600/sho%2Bdo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CButQcxXqzE/TuCveEonivI/AAAAAAAABss/M_OlnIN7sfU/s400/sho%2Bdo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683735660916607730" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-28035231047686259002011-12-03T13:23:00.002+01:002011-12-03T13:25:40.473+01:00la clôture blanche.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ygAuE0cxtU/TtoVAjT7UFI/AAAAAAAABsU/aliN1nHiVSk/s1600/La%2BCl%25C3%25B4ture%2BBlanche.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ygAuE0cxtU/TtoVAjT7UFI/AAAAAAAABsU/aliN1nHiVSk/s400/La%2BCl%25C3%25B4ture%2BBlanche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681876979104305234" /></a><br />© mgab. / 'la clôture blanche'.<br /><br /><br /><br />subiendo un peldaño<br />detrás un camino blanco<br />manchado de existir<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-18977117727108755942011-11-23T16:18:00.002+01:002011-11-23T16:21:49.368+01:00la petite littérature.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfswLJTPr1g/Ts0PBSvmD-I/AAAAAAAABrY/p9EAVK4r4Zc/s1600/P1130095.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RfswLJTPr1g/Ts0PBSvmD-I/AAAAAAAABrY/p9EAVK4r4Zc/s400/P1130095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678211220069814242" /></a><br />© mgab. / 'la estantería de mi estudio'<br /><br /><br /><br />Tout a sûrement commencé là...<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-72569320961817400012011-11-14T10:43:00.003+01:002011-11-14T10:45:15.101+01:00le cri.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZCCoHgSjM/TsDi2ahs6EI/AAAAAAAABps/erJkaq4effs/s1600/*Javier%2BT%25C3%25A9llez%253Ael%2Bgrito.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f4ZCCoHgSjM/TsDi2ahs6EI/AAAAAAAABps/erJkaq4effs/s400/*Javier%2BT%25C3%25A9llez%253Ael%2Bgrito.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674784954948315202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />le crépuscule de l'aube niché dans la tuyauterie insonore<br />un cri mal éteint<br />une gifle au monde en mode low cost<br />et le désastre infime de l'existence non accomplie... <br /><br />el crepúsculo del alba anidado en la tubería insonora<br />un grito mal apagado<br />una bofetada al mundo en modo low cost<br />y el desastre ínfimo de la existencia no cumplida...<br /><br />[texte: © mgab.<br />image: © Javier Téllez / 'El grito']<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-22305495912235819782011-11-08T23:33:00.003+01:002011-11-08T23:50:22.727+01:00intervention nº 2.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_Z-Q3bOvOY/Trmu2TbkOsI/AAAAAAAABoI/NdCQgNtbjzo/s1600/AGENDA%2B2011-FRITZ%2BBAMBERGER.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_Z-Q3bOvOY/Trmu2TbkOsI/AAAAAAAABoI/NdCQgNtbjzo/s400/AGENDA%2B2011-FRITZ%2BBAMBERGER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672757453601913538" /></a><br />['Intervention sur Fritz Bramberger' - Agenda 2011]<br /><br /><br />la vue du monde et les nuages jaunes et <br />les chaises de toile au soleil<br />et l'odeur des sabines versée sur les chemins <br />flottant dans l'iris diletante d'un crépuscule confondu<br /><br /><br />[imagen y texto: © mgab.]<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-34775699526884489522011-11-05T19:23:00.001+01:002011-11-05T19:25:02.553+01:00....<br />où que tu sois où que tu dormes...<br />qué se ahora de tu brazo<br />de la historia de sus pliegues<br />del grito encerrado en su doblez?<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-23717604728743902032011-10-27T23:45:00.000+02:002011-10-27T23:46:45.469+02:00madrid-guadalajara-madrid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqEZBFBGhpc/TqnRJhDSM2I/AAAAAAAABlk/voetJlFR6L4/s1600/P1120846%2Bbaja.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aqEZBFBGhpc/TqnRJhDSM2I/AAAAAAAABlk/voetJlFR6L4/s400/P1120846%2Bbaja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668291567443653474" /></a><br />© mgab.<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-67477889188165384252011-10-21T19:04:00.002+02:002011-10-21T19:08:22.706+02:00des lettres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8Ygfe2umUU/TqGmpORSB5I/AAAAAAAABjs/VYhZOJrMEa8/s1600/Diario%2B2def.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N8Ygfe2umUU/TqGmpORSB5I/AAAAAAAABjs/VYhZOJrMEa8/s400/Diario%2B2def.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665993033344223122" /></a><br />© mgab. / collage-gribouillage sur carnet<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-64446441889533108712011-10-07T23:51:00.003+02:002011-10-07T23:55:18.355+02:00l'été animal 2.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1W7fL8ZAnJY/To90gYwi4KI/AAAAAAAABi4/Y5u59hfqq1U/s1600/%25C3%25A9t%25C3%25A9%2Banimal%2Bn%25C2%25BA2*.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1W7fL8ZAnJY/To90gYwi4KI/AAAAAAAABi4/Y5u59hfqq1U/s400/%25C3%25A9t%25C3%25A9%2Banimal%2Bn%25C2%25BA2*.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660871356378701986" /></a><br />© mgab. / <span style="font-style:italic;">l'été animal</span>. intervention sur une photographie de Toni Catany<br /><br /><br />mon oiseau plume <br />saturé de courants<br />j'aime ton nom<br />dans<br />la poussière ailée<br />cisaillé de tendresses.<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-69596337178327517432011-09-26T20:56:00.001+02:002011-09-26T20:58:10.286+02:00fisura.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2JZ700Ycr8/ToDLFEHxEbI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ko218xwLbbM/s1600/Le%2BSoleil%2Bde%2BVel%25C3%25A1zquez.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i2JZ700Ycr8/ToDLFEHxEbI/AAAAAAAABhQ/ko218xwLbbM/s400/Le%2BSoleil%2Bde%2BVel%25C3%25A1zquez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656744419843445170" /></a><br />© mgab, / 'le soleil de Velázquez'<br /><br /><br /><br />una leve fisura desmiente la grieta blanca<br />un trazo de grafito hollando la planicie donde vagas<br />una luz muerta <br />una tarde exageradamente temprana.<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-91322582578839988402011-09-20T22:32:00.006+02:002011-09-20T23:16:30.618+02:00intervention nº 1.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aK00jtE1q_8/Tnj6Nh0he9I/AAAAAAAABfo/oSfuAlE3UZQ/s1600/AGENDA%2B2011-ALBERT%2BBIERSTADT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aK00jtE1q_8/Tnj6Nh0he9I/AAAAAAAABfo/oSfuAlE3UZQ/s400/AGENDA%2B2011-ALBERT%2BBIERSTADT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654544442487569362" /></a><br />['Intervention sur Albert Bierstadt I'- Agenda 2011]<br /><br /><br />des pieds battus et peut-être une mélodie collée aux oreilles du vent. <br />un chemin au milieu de gens et de nuages, de foulards blancs, d'avants et de demains.<br />la jointure de mondes en désharmonie heureuse.<br />ta main frôlant une autre main passante.<br /><br />.../...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">pies golpeados y tal vez una melodía pegada a los oídos del viento.<br />un camino entre gente y nubes, de pañuelos blancos, de antes y de mañanas.<br />la juntura de mundos en desarmonía feliz.<br />tu mano rozando otra mano paseante. <br /></span><br /><br />[texte et image: © mgab.] <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-71986609046816923802011-09-08T09:20:00.003+02:002011-09-08T09:26:08.100+02:00caballo muerto.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQIA17E90ws/Tmhs00ZIDeI/AAAAAAAABbk/WBUgrJQKSD0/s1600/hoja%2Bdoble%2BAntonia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQIA17E90ws/Tmhs00ZIDeI/AAAAAAAABbk/WBUgrJQKSD0/s400/hoja%2Bdoble%2BAntonia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649885387209313762" /></a><br />© mgab. / hoja para Antonia. del diario 'trescientas sesenta horas de Genalguacil'<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-81823138475902219762011-08-25T23:09:00.001+02:002011-08-25T23:11:09.305+02:00une nuit d'été.
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<br />mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-67125420243996638672011-08-15T16:48:00.003+02:002011-08-15T16:52:28.352+02:00au réveil.
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<br />sueño infancia, sueño albas repetidas
<br />deliciosas naranjillas del amanecer
<br />en tu brazo redondo que me cubre
<br />y requiero otra vez.
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<br />[texto e imagen: © mgab.]
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<br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-49357524633888945952011-08-02T10:28:00.003+02:002011-08-02T10:32:09.014+02:00l'été.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MI0n2g_TFWQ/Tje1YfoEnYI/AAAAAAAABPo/qNqRnN5R3j8/s1600/Jessica%2BHines%253ASouthern%2BJessica%2BHines%253ASouthern%2BStories%252C%2BUntitled%2B%25231.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MI0n2g_TFWQ/Tje1YfoEnYI/AAAAAAAABPo/qNqRnN5R3j8/s400/Jessica%2BHines%253ASouthern%2BJessica%2BHines%253ASouthern%2BStories%252C%2BUntitled%2B%25231.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636172891088526722" /></a><br />[© Jessica Hines]<br /><br /><br />l'été c'est pour les voyages. même, ou surtout, s'ils sont immobiles<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">el verano es para los viajes. aunque, o sobre todo, sean inmóviles<br /></span><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-57459702175957862912011-07-18T16:00:00.001+02:002011-07-18T16:03:39.123+02:00plages.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ew21WcNbII/TiQ8mcmDjQI/AAAAAAAABDk/f7CRzDv2FPc/s1600/plages.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ew21WcNbII/TiQ8mcmDjQI/AAAAAAAABDk/f7CRzDv2FPc/s400/plages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630692065328467202" /></a><br />© mgab. / le carnet argentin. 'plages'<br /><br /><br />où se cachent les plages heureuses qui habitent notre coeur ?<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-86868499850371089132011-07-06T09:13:00.003+02:002011-07-06T09:15:02.141+02:00homenaje al punto y coma.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58ZAdEa3UTI/ThQLPSDJvsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/E1i_a8kf4aY/s1600/280404_215244128511432_114351541934025_524111_5221214_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-58ZAdEa3UTI/ThQLPSDJvsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/E1i_a8kf4aY/s400/280404_215244128511432_114351541934025_524111_5221214_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626134191663595202" /></a><br /><br /><br />mundo confuso; caminos embrollados; nacimientos promiscuos; trazos sospechosos; sangre y ventana; laberintos insolubles; autógrafos indescifrables; nidos acogedores; impulsos sanguinolentos; roces; ventana; albores; rayuelas salvadoras. yo.<br /><br />[imagen: © Edwin Parker "Cy" Twombly, Jr. / texto: © mgab.]<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3589932337508675531.post-37698074803156552952011-06-27T20:35:00.005+02:002011-06-27T20:47:13.264+02:00la valise.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZIxHrXzKjo/TgjP1xunXZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/3laxuOgiBnE/s1600/la%2Bvalise.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZIxHrXzKjo/TgjP1xunXZI/AAAAAAAAA_4/3laxuOgiBnE/s400/la%2Bvalise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622972657560935826" /></a><br />© mgab. / 'la valise'<br /><br /><br /><br />la casualidad me hizo reencontrar a Chema Madoz, en otra orilla...<br /><br /><br /><br />.mgab.http://www.blogger.com/profile/14722219920441681448noreply@blogger.com2