tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370518912602283512024-02-19T16:33:52.421+01:00FERROCARRILVillaverde: Una historia ferroviaria.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04024033680594497731noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337051891260228351.post-92022493268532824532007-03-16T01:19:00.000+01:002007-03-17T20:21:08.861+01:00EL REFLEJO DE SU MIRADA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrEz9ExfqMNeccybav95B62gBJryQZc62cJt04P9yt_jAuN9TVeScZGYfu9yp0GcVsMUG7-Jx7AdZI_oXDBy3KsShtjnpU_6ArD1vQxcVbAfmxVM-xJavXf9AJIaV2S2OsRwlvumMdVI/s1600-h/reflejomujer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042311076994590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrEz9ExfqMNeccybav95B62gBJryQZc62cJt04P9yt_jAuN9TVeScZGYfu9yp0GcVsMUG7-Jx7AdZI_oXDBy3KsShtjnpU_6ArD1vQxcVbAfmxVM-xJavXf9AJIaV2S2OsRwlvumMdVI/s320/reflejomujer.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nos miramos<br />Y nos vimos por el reflejo<br />de la ventanajose l. pindadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139369117439477081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337051891260228351.post-52794494960695726862007-03-16T01:07:00.000+01:002007-03-17T19:48:11.563+01:00VIAJERO CON LEON<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXFdMEgI_p7oG1LzKNJDpGlPs-d8vQKHcSpKq0PoEgWS17_qEaUYOoG0wroF3aNd3kadzBCObYjnhZYmGaPcpY0jUpOfp5mZhpbsz94JwPvz9VczdCrOqq3jYa_V0q1qd5l-09W7jwKM/s1600-h/leon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042307748394936306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXFdMEgI_p7oG1LzKNJDpGlPs-d8vQKHcSpKq0PoEgWS17_qEaUYOoG0wroF3aNd3kadzBCObYjnhZYmGaPcpY0jUpOfp5mZhpbsz94JwPvz9VczdCrOqq3jYa_V0q1qd5l-09W7jwKM/s320/leon.jpg" border="0" /></a>Supongo que fue así hasta su casa.<br />Abrazadado a su león.jose l. pindadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139369117439477081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337051891260228351.post-48248518127427410992007-03-13T21:47:00.000+01:002007-03-17T19:47:42.568+01:00Estación Villaverde Bajo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMCXZWHQ5dXSElrZkZ6wwZRGZMEsmlau9kXvEqF35ofYc2FZ2bhTzxTz_9LzyerKxSVT2Cbg-lQTG5xm74M1cwRwNhVzcWCbxMuPexnqDof3H1sKJJ3YIBoR8DON7tICJpelGiaXP-g/s1600-h/_MG_4096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041518715358187202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMCXZWHQ5dXSElrZkZ6wwZRGZMEsmlau9kXvEqF35ofYc2FZ2bhTzxTz_9LzyerKxSVT2Cbg-lQTG5xm74M1cwRwNhVzcWCbxMuPexnqDof3H1sKJJ3YIBoR8DON7tICJpelGiaXP-g/s400/_MG_4096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Una mañana cualquiera, de cualquier día, de cualquier año. Siempre corriendo y que no se escape que llegamos tarde.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04024033680594497731noreply@blogger.com1