tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56791513815498475342024-03-06T01:23:22.495+01:00Contemplando el mundoLa belleza está en el corazón de quien mira...Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-73776622501221710522015-01-01T00:00:00.000+01:002015-01-01T00:00:11.822+01:00¡FELIZ 2015!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-60223098961111484192014-12-31T16:10:00.001+01:002014-12-31T16:10:05.255+01:00Adiós 2014!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bueno, se acerca el momento de despedirse del 2014. Para mí, ha sido un buen año, con montones de momentos especiales, sobre todo con los nenes.<br />
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Ha sido mi primer año de autónoma.<br />
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He tenido más tiempo para estar con los nenes.<br />
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He hecho zumba, gimnasia deportiva, sevillanas, running y caminar por la montaña :)<br />
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Ha sido el año en el que he retado a mi timidez (pero tendréis que esperar al 2015 para ver qué tal lo supero ;)).<br />
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En fin, ha sido un año con un inicio de marejada con fuerte marejada, para terminar con un mar plano. ¿Y el tuyo?Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-88578532453462762892014-12-31T15:57:00.002+01:002014-12-31T15:57:53.463+01:00Mi 2014 en fotos (de móvil)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-78640359435800181632014-12-30T18:13:00.002+01:002014-12-30T18:13:36.407+01:00Atardecer entre barcos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">"A partir de esa noche, habían empezado a verse cada día para despedir el sol, coleccionar atardeceres y recoger caracolas." Ángela Becerra</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-31105721486696634342014-12-17T16:14:00.001+01:002014-12-17T16:14:55.680+01:00Felices Fiestas! :)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span id="goog_1101831110"></span><span id="goog_1101831111"></span><br />Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-49028152878469472202014-04-20T11:56:00.000+02:002014-04-20T11:56:47.243+02:009 / 99 Strangers... {Fotografiando palomas}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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La chica debe tener la misma foto pero conmigo :)Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-52703234747064060092014-04-01T15:55:00.000+02:002014-04-01T15:55:02.925+02:00Y con la primavera... llegaron las flores<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Siempre hay flores para el que desea verlas." Henri Matisse</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-33732974960145127732014-03-31T10:34:00.003+02:002014-03-31T10:34:59.883+02:00Adios...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Siempre hay un tiempo para marchar aunque no haya sitio a donde ir." Tennessee Williams</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-14689523655698616042014-03-03T12:34:00.003+01:002014-03-03T12:34:55.551+01:00Matías<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Simplemente él :)</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-7876361168050329162014-01-28T11:17:00.001+01:002014-01-28T11:17:18.809+01:00En las Ramblas...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-15619944854630562892014-01-15T12:17:00.003+01:002014-01-15T12:17:49.677+01:00Metro de Barcelona<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"El verdadero viaje de descubrimiento no consiste en buscar nuevos caminos sino en tener nuevos ojos." Marcel Proust</span><br />
<br />Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-19102229085482057222014-01-14T15:56:00.002+01:002014-01-14T15:56:42.429+01:00Cámara en el parque...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Lo más importante no es la cámara, sino el ojo.” Alfred Eisenstaedt.</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-31345891450212105082014-01-13T10:32:00.001+01:002014-01-13T10:32:35.958+01:00Silueta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Tenemos que ver toda la vida como si fuéramos niños." Henri Matisse</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-79043030379076846772014-01-10T09:59:00.001+01:002014-01-10T09:59:48.375+01:008 / 99 Strangers... {Mirando al infinito}<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>Hacía días que se había despedido de ella. El recuerdo de su último beso aún seguía vivo en sus labios. No podía olvidarla. El mundo parecía haberse detenido desde el momento en que se separaron. Los días pasaban y pese a que seguía respirando, ya no se sentía vivo. Paseaba sin rumbo y era capaz de quedarse horas mirando a la nada, pensando sólo en ella...</i></span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-24109677893881119172013-12-31T17:50:00.001+01:002013-12-31T17:50:23.060+01:00¡FELIZ 2014!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-8011010373892954312013-12-31T17:47:00.000+01:002013-12-31T17:47:36.242+01:00Adiós 2013!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Este año ha sido un año muy duro... el más duro que recuerdo. Pero para verle la parte positiva, gracias a ello ahora soy consciente de verdad de lo afortunada que soy por tener a mi alrededor a gente que me quiera TANTÍSIMO y que me han ayudado como nadie podría haber hecho. No aparecen casi ninguno en el collage (aunque los que aparecen en el collage forman parte de ese grupo), pero ya sabéis quienes sois. MILLONES DE GRACIAS. No sé qué hubiese sido de mí sin vosotros.</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-58440402219209495722013-12-30T17:20:00.001+01:002013-12-30T17:20:44.430+01:00Atardecer en la playa...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"La belleza de la naturaleza ha sido una de las grandes inspiraciones en mi vida." Jim Henson</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-11981363180746718922013-12-11T16:01:00.001+01:002013-12-11T16:01:56.879+01:00Autorretrato Navideño<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Autorretrato navideño con mancha incluída... Mi cámara está en el servicio técnico :( </span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-40071374356765465462013-11-27T11:10:00.003+01:002013-11-27T11:10:30.539+01:00Una mañana de otoño...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Hay un libro abierto siempre para todos los ojos: la naturaleza." Jean-Jacques Rousseau</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-13212444577269424202013-11-26T20:28:00.002+01:002013-11-26T20:28:25.977+01:00Reflejos alados<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Que mi corazón esté siempre abierto a pequeños pájaros que son los secretos del vivir." Edward Estlin Cummings</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-69120602165265671882013-09-14T20:16:00.002+02:002013-09-14T20:16:33.409+02:00A contraluz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">”El fotógrafo no puede ser un espectador pasivo, no puede ser realmente lúcido si no está implicado en el acontecimiento.” Henri Cartier-Bresson</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-26228200294720778862013-08-22T12:08:00.002+02:002013-08-22T12:09:14.376+02:00Reflejos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Al cabo de los años he observado que la belleza, como la felicidad, es frecuente. No pasa un día en que no estemos, un instante, en el paraíso." Jorge Luis Borges</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-53442426129199049222013-08-21T10:54:00.000+02:002013-08-21T10:54:17.513+02:00Libelula Negra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Paseando por el Monasterio de Piedra, vimos muchísimas libélulas como la de la foto. Todas revoloteando sin parar de un lado para otro. No tengo (aún) objetivo de Macro así que tuve que ir persiguiéndolas con mi tele objetivo intentando captarlas cada vez que se posaban un segundo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">La foto no es muy buena, pero estoy contenta de haber conseguido "cazar" alguna para que podáis ver lo bonitas que son.</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-48193042410383685202013-08-19T11:43:00.002+02:002013-08-19T11:43:40.320+02:00Había una vez...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Había una vez, una familia paseaba por el parque natural del Monasterio de Piedra, cuando de repente... Zas! Encontró la casa de la abuelita de Caperucita Roja :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No vieron al lobo, pero volvieron a casa por el atajo que usaba él en el cuento.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Y fueron felices y comieron perdices. FIN.</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679151381549847534.post-65785304500302413592013-08-18T18:28:00.003+02:002013-08-18T18:28:48.082+02:00En verde... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"La vida es fascinante; sólo hay que mirarla a través de las gafas correctas." Alejandro Dumas</span>Marhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12556956349701208581noreply@blogger.com0