tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81461139119531041332011-11-14T23:42:23.136+01:00Siempre me han llamado la atención los faros. El concepto de algo que existe para iluminar la ruta de los navegantes, en la inmensidad del mar, en la oscuridad de la noche... un punto de luz en el camino, a veces desconocido, otras veces simplemente confuso; una luz que nos guía e impide que nos perdamos en nuestra búsqueda... mientras avanzamos, guiados por ella, hacia nuestros sueños.Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-73002763687179177322007-08-07T01:01:00.002+02:002011-10-01T17:34:52.861+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RreqK0schvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t1Ew7pR7720/s1600-h/El+castell+amb+lluna+que+riu....jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095728606313481970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RreqK0schvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/t1Ew7pR7720/s200/El+castell+amb+lluna+que+riu....jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Es fa de nit a Dalt Vila... La lluna que somriu culmina la imatge del Castell d'Eivissa, que il.luminat corona la illa màgica... la Illa del meu avi, dels meus besavis... terra de llegendes, d'històries per ser contades i per esciure-les algun dia... <em>En Jaume és viu...!</em></span><br /></span><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrepnkschuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/moooQwyU6HM/s1600-h/...la+vila+%C3%A9s+adormida+encara.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-7300276368717917732?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-10895155632847672072007-08-07T00:37:00.001+02:002007-08-07T00:46:55.905+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrekskschsI/AAAAAAAAADo/2smc5vqloTY/s1600-h/IMG_1732+-+copia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095722589064300226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrekskschsI/AAAAAAAAADo/2smc5vqloTY/s400/IMG_1732+-+copia.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-1089515563284767207?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-27103331758923651942007-08-07T00:03:00.000+02:002007-08-07T14:18:10.422+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrefCkschoI/AAAAAAAAADI/toBRirW-ZKU/s1600-h/farol+do+barra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095716369951655554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrefCkschoI/AAAAAAAAADI/toBRirW-ZKU/s320/farol+do+barra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">En Brasil se pone el sol a las 17:15h, durante todo el año... cuando cae la noche los faros se ponen en marcha, dispuestos a iluminar a los navegantes. El Faro de Barra, como si quisiera alcanzar con su luz hasta la isla de Itaparica, resplandece majestuoso en la punta de Salvador de Bahía...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-2710333175892365194?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-67610531679607508762007-08-06T20:56:00.001+02:002007-08-07T00:02:59.068+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdvS0schnI/AAAAAAAAADA/-tqkbidTME8/s1600-h/El+pensador+Niub%C3%B3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095663872566396530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdvS0schnI/AAAAAAAAADA/-tqkbidTME8/s400/El+pensador+Niub%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-6761053167960750876?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-17954869001589080322007-08-06T19:53:00.000+02:002007-08-06T20:40:57.107+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdnlUschlI/AAAAAAAAACw/-hGHkAm6vO8/s1600-h/Posta+de+Sol+des+del+Caf%C3%A8+del+Mar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095655394300954194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdnlUschlI/AAAAAAAAACw/-hGHkAm6vO8/s200/Posta+de+Sol+des+del+Caf%C3%A8+del+Mar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Por utópico que suene, cada día el sol vuelve a salir... por grandes que sean las penas, o los sueños parezcan verse rotos... La partida vuelve a a empezar con la llegada del alba, y rueda el mundo, y con él ruedan los miedos y se pierden con el sol al caer la noche. Y yo me siento, entonces, <em>Tan Joven y Tan Vieja...</em></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"><em> Like a Rolling Stone.</em><br /><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-1795486900158908032?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-85141952668819731412007-08-06T19:49:00.000+02:002007-08-06T19:53:28.222+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/Rrdfh0schdI/AAAAAAAAABw/HAT9r843Ozo/s1600-h/Guaite-la.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095646538078389714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/Rrdfh0schdI/AAAAAAAAABw/HAT9r843Ozo/s200/Guaite-la.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">"Admiro la dulce</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">locura de los niños</span></em></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span style="font-family:arial;">y detesto la mentir</span></em><em><span style="font-family:arial;">a</span></em></span></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">de la cordura</span></em></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">de los adultos"</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-8514195266881973141?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-82531038095665403712007-08-06T19:35:00.000+02:002007-08-06T19:42:34.676+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrddQkschcI/AAAAAAAAABo/ccuXrU8KymQ/s1600-h/Imagem+043.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095644042702390722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrddQkschcI/AAAAAAAAABo/ccuXrU8KymQ/s320/Imagem+043.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Si pudiera cerrar los ojos y volver a Bahía... Recogería lo que allí perdí, hecho pedazos... Al ritmo de los tambores y con una pizca de la magia de los Orixas, quizás el duende volvería... <em>Si pudiera borrar todo lo que allí vi, si pudiera quemar toda la mala energía... no dudaría, no dudaría en volver a reír... Prometo ver la alegría, escarmentar de la experiencia... pero nunca, nunca más desconfiar...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-8253103809566540371?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-90652138198618841792007-08-06T18:54:00.000+02:002007-08-06T19:43:32.387+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdUCkschbI/AAAAAAAAABg/qsgMtR_NPCY/s1600-h/El+m%C3%B3n+%C3%A9s+meu!.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095633906579572146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdUCkschbI/AAAAAAAAABg/qsgMtR_NPCY/s200/El+m%C3%B3n+%C3%A9s+meu!.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdSkkschaI/AAAAAAAAABY/2GhgC3ZukDI/s1600-h/El+m%C3%B3n+%C3%A9s+meu!.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Tez curtida, mirada libre, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">alma de guerrero... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Avanza sin miedo aunque</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">el horizonte amenace</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">envuelto en un mar de niebla...<br /></span><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-9065213819861884179?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-55861602421061410702007-08-06T18:24:00.000+02:002007-08-06T20:32:44.911+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdlEUschkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vcqBEjGnGkU/s1600-h/Seguretat+i+llibertat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095652628342015554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RrdlEUschkI/AAAAAAAAACo/vcqBEjGnGkU/s400/Seguretat+i+llibertat.jpg" width="322" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Momentos de equilibrio... instantes eternos </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">en que la seguridad </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">y la libertad me </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">sorprenden a mí misma, me llevan a terrenos </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">inexplorados de mi ser, me mueven y me </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">hacen mover el mundo... </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">La tormenta ya está </span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">aquí, pero el viento está para cortarlo </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">y ya hace </span></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">mucho tiempo que voy en contra del viento...</span> </span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-5586160242106141070?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8146113911953104133.post-22424936051378545312007-04-29T20:35:00.000+02:002007-08-06T18:44:09.042+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RjTnWlcyo3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3ta1YtsKNrA/s1600-h/ninus+lluna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058922656639918962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="111" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJd-Ts3Z9G0/RjTnWlcyo3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3ta1YtsKNrA/s200/ninus+lluna.jpg" width="149" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">El último día del año un ciclo se cierra y otro empieza... Ver la última puesta de sol se ha convertido en una especie de ritual. Gràcies ninü per ser-hi i fer que tot es mogui i rodi... T'estimo.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8146113911953104133-2242493605137854531?l=elfardelssomnis.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ännëttëhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10142297131723880086noreply@blogger.com1