tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23370518912602283512011-06-08T08:45:29.373+02:00Villaverde: Una historia ferroviaria.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04024033680594497731noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337051891260228351.post-92022493268532824532007-03-16T01:19:00.000+01:002007-03-17T20:21:08.861+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkp_7GO0HKE/RfnjNY9HqAI/AAAAAAAAADg/fEGIFElmcK0/s1600-h/reflejomujer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042311076994590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jkp_7GO0HKE/RfnjNY9HqAI/AAAAAAAAADg/fEGIFElmcK0/s320/reflejomujer.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nos miramos<br />Y nos vimos por el reflejo<br />de la ventana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337051891260228351-9202249326853282453?l=ferrocarrilenvillaverde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jose l. pindadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18139369117439477081noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337051891260228351.post-52794494960695726862007-03-16T01:07:00.000+01:002007-03-17T19:48:11.563+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkp_7GO0HKE/RfngLo9Hp_I/AAAAAAAAADY/Bzo-bExO-UU/s1600-h/leon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042307748394936306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jkp_7GO0HKE/RfngLo9Hp_I/AAAAAAAAADY/Bzo-bExO-UU/s320/leon.jpg" border="0" /></a>Supongo que fue así hasta su casa.<br />Abrazadado a su león.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337051891260228351-5279449496069572686?l=ferrocarrilenvillaverde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>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+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1WZuQ_UcUk/RfcSj31ojsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-Nf-10XlujE/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="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1WZuQ_UcUk/RfcSj31ojsI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-Nf-10XlujE/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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2337051891260228351-4824851812742741099?l=ferrocarrilenvillaverde.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04024033680594497731noreply@blogger.com1