tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49950913946921103622012-01-22T10:42:40.067-08:00mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-7564891228979771522010-02-12T11:35:00.000-08:002010-03-07T03:19:28.029-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/S5OLnGkfhtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/k7LbSRaIlB4/s1600-h/fragas+do+eume+116.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/S5OLnGkfhtI/AAAAAAAAAG0/k7LbSRaIlB4/s400/fragas+do+eume+116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445849878315894482" /></a><br />Estás perdido entre colores<br />al otro lado del río<br />tocando los azules y los grises<br />siempre decías que era el centro del mundo<br />la ves lejos<br />con el pelo acariciando esa silla vieja<br />ella ya no habla con palabras<br />ella habla con pechos escondidos en un vestido rojo<br />y gotas de sudor arrastrándose despacio, despacio<br />"el vaso de leche derrumbado en mi noche negra"<br />¿te acuerdas?<br />te gustaba mirarla bailando detrás de los arboles<br />con las hierbas mojando sus pies.<br /><br />Estás perdido entre colores<br />al otro lado del río.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-756489122897977152?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-74066865224419435572010-02-07T03:10:00.000-08:002010-02-07T03:11:46.855-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/S26f4teHzfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dpxogo4wjI4/s1600-h/febrero+2010+143.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/S26f4teHzfI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dpxogo4wjI4/s400/febrero+2010+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435457596910194162" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-7406686522441943557?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-51609911662510448402009-12-28T12:20:00.000-08:002009-12-28T14:08:31.332-08:00Podríamos contar algo en este final de diciembre<br />lentamente, lentamente,<br />hasta salir del azul que habita dentro de ti,<br />o podríamos acariciar los barcos<br />con una especie de gesto intrínseco, dramático,<br />una parodia de los sentidos,<br />podríamos atarlos del faro<br />con una especie de cordón umbilical.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-5160991166251044840?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-74309300545070854402009-12-26T15:48:00.000-08:002009-12-26T15:53:04.163-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SzahOaqUcdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kQz4ytLwlKc/s1600-h/craciun2009+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SzahOaqUcdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kQz4ytLwlKc/s400/craciun2009+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419696470634033618" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-7430930054507085440?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-17204631815685930542009-11-10T08:36:00.000-08:002009-11-10T08:41:15.188-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SvmW_tni0VI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4a1COXJO-dk/s1600-h/madrid+2009+y+otras+054.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SvmW_tni0VI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4a1COXJO-dk/s400/madrid+2009+y+otras+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402515249329000786" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-1720463181568593054?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-10278679486874836712009-09-17T09:55:00.000-07:002009-09-17T09:59:48.400-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SrJqq801VPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qz73yAQj9VQ/s1600-h/vacaciones2009+148.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SrJqq801VPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qz73yAQj9VQ/s400/vacaciones2009+148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382481790775940338" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-1027867948687483671?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-5368495880035873622009-07-06T16:05:00.000-07:002009-07-06T16:12:58.784-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SlKE01IC7fI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ao57LCQXDkM/s1600-h/portugal+140.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SlKE01IC7fI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ao57LCQXDkM/s400/portugal+140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355488950045830642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-536849588003587362?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-50533097312485351372009-06-14T12:24:00.000-07:002009-06-19T01:45:52.724-07:00Lo que queda es la sombra de un ángel<br />descansando en un viejo sillón de cuero,<br />un piano desafinado y<br />un vaso de whisky<br />en un anochecer perpetuo,<br />columnas de humo saliendo de un puro<br />casi irreal.<br />Círculos de ámbar reflejan la memoria <br />de los tiempos y <br />derrotado por un Joker irresistible<br />cuentas la historia de un Billy The Kid<br />cabalgando entre las muertes y el Blue Grass<br /><br />Lo que queda es la noche<br />pérfida y dulce.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-5053309731248535137?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-58921842152501345912009-03-25T16:08:00.000-07:002009-03-25T16:13:03.704-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Scq50t_zzyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BP1ea3GALQI/s1600-h/portugal+2009+037.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Scq50t_zzyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BP1ea3GALQI/s400/portugal+2009+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317266625415860002" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-5892184215250134591?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-76635450211360976112009-02-24T14:47:00.000-08:002009-02-28T04:03:34.880-08:00Hablemos otra vez<br />de como desnudar nuestras almas<br />dos bailarines encerados en<br />un striptease emocional<br />a la derecha de tus pies<br />a la izquierda de tu camisa arrugada<br />los miedos goteando de pestañas casi invisibles.<br /><br />Nadie, nadie entre este tú <br />tan simplemente humano<br />y este yo tan tuyo.<br /><br />Sí, tus sueños todavía están pegados<br />del otro lado de la vida<br />una mirada se escurre<br />entre mis venas <br />caricias fugaces rozan mis pechos.<br /><br />Nadie, nadie,<br />miedos goteando.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-7663545021136097611?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-43169982800637969092009-02-22T11:32:00.000-08:002009-02-22T11:37:57.930-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SaGorHmNaBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7ktM4j1_cC8/s1600-h/primavera+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SaGorHmNaBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7ktM4j1_cC8/s400/primavera+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305707294746306578" /></a><br /><br />fados entre gotas de vino<br />barcos podridos y llantos<br />ojos secos<br />imágenes muertas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4316998280063796909?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-40976539502724983442009-02-21T02:24:00.000-08:002009-02-24T15:05:29.672-08:00No hay nada ilícito en tu imagen <br />ni siquiera la manera en que estas tumbado<br />o en que hablas con los vendedores de palabras<br />empezaste a crecer<br />te crecieron las alas<br />las uñas marinas envueltas en mí<br />los sueños<br />incluso te crecieron las noches.<br /><br />El vacío te entró en el vientre-<br />otro momento inicial-<br />las palabras se golpean, gritan frustradas<br />chocan contra las paredes de tu piel.<br /><br />Pero deja, no hay nada ilícito en tu imagen<br />ni tus ojos cristalizados<br />ni el viento en tus huesos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4097653950272498344?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-53013184217088520362009-01-03T16:19:00.000-08:002009-01-03T16:26:22.183-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SWABGzc6yEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NAh2UqrW5-Y/s1600-h/nieve2009+genestoso+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SWABGzc6yEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/NAh2UqrW5-Y/s400/nieve2009+genestoso+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287227178935306306" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-5301318421708852036?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-68826638913496961022008-11-06T14:01:00.000-08:002008-11-06T14:03:50.921-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SRNpnU0OCcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n5glt1gZtI0/s1600-h/sanpedro+192.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SRNpnU0OCcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/n5glt1gZtI0/s400/sanpedro+192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265668513649789378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-6882663891349696102?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-21759062108201755972008-09-23T09:53:00.000-07:002008-09-23T10:07:09.615-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SNkftAqcS0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/bcRTdrGpIgI/s1600-h/cambados092008+141.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SNkftAqcS0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/bcRTdrGpIgI/s400/cambados092008+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249261698809613122" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-2175906210820175597?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-73313640390992036932008-08-31T07:49:00.000-07:002008-08-31T07:53:37.608-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SLqv-Xwbh6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cNrea2eZZWo/s1600-h/agosto2008-aranga-zas+185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SLqv-Xwbh6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cNrea2eZZWo/s400/agosto2008-aranga-zas+185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240694602462889890" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-7331364039099203693?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-12538809316685044522008-08-31T06:50:00.000-07:002008-08-31T07:55:35.961-07:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">Ya nadie caza ángeles<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">para arrancarles las plumas de las alas con un<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">me quiere, no me quiere…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">sólo en mis sueños recogemos <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">sonidos entre las nubes,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">los mezclamos y construimos violines,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">jugamos entre sus cuerdas inmensas<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">competimos con los ciegos<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;font-family:times new roman;"><span class="t"><span lang="ES-TRAD">Que raro…los adivinos en piedras<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt;"><span class="t" style="font-family:times new roman;"><span lang="ES-TRAD">nos cantan la música de la suerte.</span></span><span lang="ES-TRAD"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-1253880931668504452?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-16923874686399536902008-07-29T12:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:57.870-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SI9sgxW64fI/AAAAAAAAADs/E4UdgA6fWUQ/s1600-h/mateopui+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SI9sgxW64fI/AAAAAAAAADs/E4UdgA6fWUQ/s400/mateopui+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228517002661519858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SI9rx-4pbPI/AAAAAAAAADk/eJDhZ36roOM/s1600-h/mateopui+001.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-1692387468639953690?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-41395959936157856332008-04-23T04:13:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:58.057-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SA8akYm-6RI/AAAAAAAAADc/Q_rlB4cNABs/s1600-h/castillia+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192398107765041426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/SA8akYm-6RI/AAAAAAAAADc/Q_rlB4cNABs/s400/castillia+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>tus uñas entre mis venas</div><div>tus sueños dentro de mi sangre</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4139595993615785633?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-58914222807355692112008-03-27T06:39:00.001-07:002008-04-03T04:38:10.192-07:00Me acuerdo de ti de otra forma<br />no sé, más perdido entre las mitades<br />de los mares podridos...<br />el sombrero viejo,<br />cama del viento,<br />caído al pie del muro,<br />la pipa envuelta en el humo<br />como una virgen de la soledad,<br />los hoteles infectos con el<br /><em>et si tu n' existais pas</em><br />donde me decias que siempre muere algo<br />entre palabras y gestos,<br />donde me decias que siempre nace algo<br />entre la torre y el alfil.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-5891422280735569211?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-67609339859517925732008-03-27T03:12:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:58.194-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R-tz2O3bzrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BtJ0alMnjgI/s1600-h/rumania2008+064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182363171760623282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R-tz2O3bzrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/BtJ0alMnjgI/s400/rumania2008+064.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-6760933985951792573?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-29778583082931892722008-03-26T04:55:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:58.397-08:00lloras<br />no<br />mentirosa<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R-o6Yu3bzpI/AAAAAAAAADA/SIgtto_k_4A/s1600-h/rumania2008+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182018517814988434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R-o6Yu3bzpI/AAAAAAAAADA/SIgtto_k_4A/s400/rumania2008+059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-2977858308293189272?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-41613830778204554122008-03-26T04:14:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:58.583-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R-owte3bznI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELdprkFRT3I/s1600-h/rumania2008+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182007879180996210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R-owte3bznI/AAAAAAAAACs/ELdprkFRT3I/s400/rumania2008+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4161383077820455412?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-79159642120359980652008-02-25T10:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T17:30:58.724-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R8MFiwGCaNI/AAAAAAAAACk/xJzToZWu8jk/s1600-h/acasa+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170982891735378130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R8MFiwGCaNI/AAAAAAAAACk/xJzToZWu8jk/s400/acasa+049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-7915964212035998065?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-78712076736771341362007-12-30T15:54:00.000-08:002008-12-11T17:30:58.904-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R3gwhBgf8MI/AAAAAAAAACc/gu8zJP3_8Ws/s1600-h/sanfiz+navidad+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149919517796724930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/R3gwhBgf8MI/AAAAAAAAACc/gu8zJP3_8Ws/s400/sanfiz+navidad+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>hace tiempo que murieron los pasos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-7871207673677134136?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-42843409066311869972007-10-19T05:01:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:59.175-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RxidTbucJ8I/AAAAAAAAACU/ldUQSSMFOB8/s1600-h/100_7160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123017533319555010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RxidTbucJ8I/AAAAAAAAACU/ldUQSSMFOB8/s400/100_7160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>en mi otoño </div><div>los sonidos nacen </div><div>en tus dedos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4284340906631186997?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-45645482779888865052007-09-10T15:15:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:59.341-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RuXCQ38QaII/AAAAAAAAACM/Iuu0wBvNZXI/s1600-h/ROMANIA--MARZO-2005--033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108702947472074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RuXCQ38QaII/AAAAAAAAACM/Iuu0wBvNZXI/s400/ROMANIA--MARZO-2005--033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4564548277988886505?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-41806743099348535002007-09-03T15:14:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:30:59.503-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RtyJLX8QaHI/AAAAAAAAACE/povKmz8VNLI/s1600-h/100_6647.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106106906029615218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RtyJLX8QaHI/AAAAAAAAACE/povKmz8VNLI/s400/100_6647.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4180674309934853500?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-28032747825829778542007-08-24T09:44:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:00.209-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rs8L038QaGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GoUEITbwYV8/s1600-h/100_6587.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102309905831848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rs8L038QaGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GoUEITbwYV8/s400/100_6587.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hai imágenes sin sonido</div><div>con toques de sepia y azul</div><div>crueldades sin limite y muerte.</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Imaginemos que los sonidos crecen en la tierra.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-2803274782582977854?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-9935698121280437082007-07-10T12:33:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:00.453-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RpPgUGXzFsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0bARVyRzVSw/s1600-h/100_5541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085655040143857346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RpPgUGXzFsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0bARVyRzVSw/s400/100_5541.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-993569812128043708?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-37474511595508101592007-07-01T11:39:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:00.685-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rof1lGXzFrI/AAAAAAAAABs/K4p80920ShI/s1600-h/100_5107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082300722225288882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rof1lGXzFrI/AAAAAAAAABs/K4p80920ShI/s400/100_5107.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-3747451159550810159?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-48704367905045664552007-07-01T11:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:00.902-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RofuWmXzFqI/AAAAAAAAABk/rX297zrZwZw/s1600-h/100_5502.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082292776535791266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RofuWmXzFqI/AAAAAAAAABk/rX297zrZwZw/s400/100_5502.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4870436790504566455?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-64218632376272799922007-06-27T08:38:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:01.073-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RoKFomXzFpI/AAAAAAAAABc/hSLLmKYZQlM/s1600-h/india+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080770262168966802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RoKFomXzFpI/AAAAAAAAABc/hSLLmKYZQlM/s400/india+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Estuvimos hablando sobre el corte en las piedras</div><br /><div>cuando los ángeles empezaron a cantar entre</div><br /><div>las palabras que te decían que no soy yo</div><br /><div>el que llora en tus palmas teniendo miedo</div><br /><div>de flores, de piedras, de por- que- me- preguntas,</div><br /><div>de por- que- no- vienes.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Estuvimos tratando de robar las alas pero</div><br /><div>ellos nos hablaban sobre la rosca de trigo</div><br /><div>pasada nueve veces encima del féretro y</div><br /><div>de las velas caídas del paraíso.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Estuvimos hablando de los otros</div><br /><div>cuando los ángeles pararon de cantar. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-6421863237627279992?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-12982677762157430172007-06-27T07:44:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:01.218-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RoJ6YWXzFoI/AAAAAAAAABU/FF8B3-0p2Ds/s1600-h/tia+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080757888368187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RoJ6YWXzFoI/AAAAAAAAABU/FF8B3-0p2Ds/s400/tia+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En los colores del anochecer<br />los <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ángeles se</span> alimentaban de nuestros sonidos.<br />Estábamos caídos de hace tiempo entre las dunas –<br />masticábamos la arena<br />y contábamos sus granos entre las muelas,<br />pensábamos en los que los habíamos dejado,<br />a los que nos hicieron dejarlos,<br />tratábamos de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">reencontrarlos</span><br />en los ojos de las estatuas<br />o en el centro de las bolas de nieve,<br />hacíamos el amor con las sombras<br />alargadas en nuestros cuerpos,<br />los serpientes del desierto nos miraban ,<br />nos cubrían con su veneno<br />en un abrazo final.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-1298267776215743017?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-34377632941548246762007-06-27T07:21:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:01.379-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RoJ0z2XzFnI/AAAAAAAAABM/5DXmvRmIb-Y/s1600-h/tia+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080751763744822898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/RoJ0z2XzFnI/AAAAAAAAABM/5DXmvRmIb-Y/s400/tia+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sé que no es ésta la solución de la realidad<br />sé que el mundo no nació en una piel de naranja<br />entre un más atrás de las nubes y más atrás de los muros<br />ven, saldremos entre las piedras secas<br />compartiremos el pan y el vino<br />podríamos ser felices hasta la apertura de las aguas<br />envueltos en la niebla del desierto de nuestras almas<br />canta, canta y rompe el silencio en cuatro.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-3437763294154824676?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-23756290505688085732007-05-07T15:24:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:01.627-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rj-n2UDWfKI/AAAAAAAAABE/lFRPyxU3daw/s1600-h/rumania+abril2006+119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061949057725267106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rj-n2UDWfKI/AAAAAAAAABE/lFRPyxU3daw/s400/rumania+abril2006+119.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-2375629050568808573?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-62603820164323194342007-05-07T15:20:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:01.856-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rj-mkkDWfJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r0ChHEwuLgU/s1600-h/rumania+abril2006+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061947653270961298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rj-mkkDWfJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r0ChHEwuLgU/s400/rumania+abril2006+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-6260382016432319434?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-84485407632492609202007-05-04T11:21:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:02.016-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rjt54kDWfII/AAAAAAAAAA0/M_PkoO9wWAc/s1600-h/rumania+abril2006+084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rjt54kDWfII/AAAAAAAAAA0/M_PkoO9wWAc/s400/rumania+abril2006+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060772618938252418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;font-size:100%;">¿No ves que te llama el hijo de la tierra?<br />Llora y golpea fuerte, casi rompe la puerta...<br />Abre y déjale entrar,<br />dale de comer la rosca de trigo<br />y la sal sacada por forzados en corazones,<br />dale de beber el vino amargo que corre por<br />las venas de los árboles,<br />déjale dormir en el zaguán, o mejor junto al horno,<br />que esté cerca del fuego que hay en nosotros,<br />ponle en la cabeza la corona de espinas<br />heredada de los sueños,<br />dale la flauta del pastor para que cante su historia.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-8448540763249260920?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-42406075334895799072007-05-04T11:14:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:02.173-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rjt4mEDWfHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r9iLl55xG4o/s1600-h/energia+044.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rjt4mEDWfHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/r9iLl55xG4o/s400/energia+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060771201599044722" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-4240607533489579907?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-85974708916504870502007-03-19T07:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:02.336-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rf6icfGUghI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C6V_gBSibak/s1600-h/100_3922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043647242969580050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rf6icfGUghI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C6V_gBSibak/s400/100_3922.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-8597470891650487050?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-30521223461232495432007-03-19T06:02:00.000-07:002007-03-19T06:05:16.467-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">No sé si las gotas de vino cogidas el miércoles por la noche</p> <p class="MsoNormal">son la mejor unión entre las dos existencias</p> <p class="MsoNormal">y tampoco<span style=""> </span>sé si las hierbas crecidas en las almas de las muñecas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">moscovitas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">podrían ayudarnos. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Los rayos clavados en las pieles de mandarinas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">los pescadores perdidos</p> <p class="MsoNormal">las mujeres llorando en la arena</p> <p class="MsoNormal">y las nueve olas mágicas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">semillas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">semillas</p> <p class="MsoNormal">milagros</p> <p class="MsoNormal">y el sueño…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">El océano cambia realidades.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-3052122346123249543?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995091394692110362.post-10079751776270423542007-03-18T13:32:00.000-07:002008-12-11T17:31:02.639-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rf2kCfGUggI/AAAAAAAAAAc/03A5_EqWmNY/s1600-h/india+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043367520339526146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w2NTqxvBUnM/Rf2kCfGUggI/AAAAAAAAAAc/03A5_EqWmNY/s400/india+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Estaba allá, blanco en el corazón del monzón, entre niños y barro. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995091394692110362-1007975177627042354?l=trasluces.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mirela vlaicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16215165469821939651noreply@blogger.com0