tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535122830854817692024-03-13T09:25:53.076+01:00El nadador de NíquelTesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-9562119635714698632023-06-23T19:58:00.002+02:002023-07-04T18:28:27.014+02:00Hibernando <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOui2Yw_QZw4tN-h0hnIOCYWG4A10nejCxs0kSeYDxxZmQr-IY93ZziiDe24PLPZgZkDJ1zyvkpdCCqZcxmXVzMUJRiK7iHb2vS6U-2j_Bm9y-kC4GF6jIH6N7x2mWpSQFGswLsgSsBAx7iFiv9-dGWYIvuFb2NjxhrfghsbGQBIVTiR5rDcede6im00/s4465/Hibernando%20by%20tesa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3006" data-original-width="4465" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLOui2Yw_QZw4tN-h0hnIOCYWG4A10nejCxs0kSeYDxxZmQr-IY93ZziiDe24PLPZgZkDJ1zyvkpdCCqZcxmXVzMUJRiK7iHb2vS6U-2j_Bm9y-kC4GF6jIH6N7x2mWpSQFGswLsgSsBAx7iFiv9-dGWYIvuFb2NjxhrfghsbGQBIVTiR5rDcede6im00/w640-h430/Hibernando%20by%20tesa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-25769580640215547302023-04-19T13:25:00.000+02:002023-04-19T13:25:43.743+02:00 Todas las familias dichosas se parecen, pero las infelices lo son cada una a su manera. (Leo Tolstoy)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkegf8G18hs5i7Y3cvU7doWccMwtB1ANBUUhrcQL80IP3WLQFhZy-sCKcYAThMoRGyGpN1y0QrTjfZLh72iI29MkwppBbCMoVfPfVMARUvinWXcu8BCbQhUFlH3jL2whk2c_x6xiq75HNbW9Z8Uqx4jIP-nxSFErozgH1hkVt7uI3eEDf0fjqWK00q/s1200/Paseando.%20Oto%C3%B1o%20by%20tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="775" data-original-width="1200" height="414" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkegf8G18hs5i7Y3cvU7doWccMwtB1ANBUUhrcQL80IP3WLQFhZy-sCKcYAThMoRGyGpN1y0QrTjfZLh72iI29MkwppBbCMoVfPfVMARUvinWXcu8BCbQhUFlH3jL2whk2c_x6xiq75HNbW9Z8Uqx4jIP-nxSFErozgH1hkVt7uI3eEDf0fjqWK00q/w640-h414/Paseando.%20Oto%C3%B1o%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OTOÑO</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDGO3O-amAEHEGQKUO4LeT1F8qns2kJv0N9NgmROu301AEPPuvQnqtzH8R19rFA5E02K0ww9enaXCat5ky2ufG4CqODQcovWVY5ycbIas9a1etdaoVix1R2SlNpiJKyh15MejQ9UoqyzXNMSLXXCVnZuLkjIrJXetUPXP_ws8T5cRySRQcx5CB2hw/s1600/Paseo%20familiar.%20Primavera%20by%20tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1088" data-original-width="1600" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDGO3O-amAEHEGQKUO4LeT1F8qns2kJv0N9NgmROu301AEPPuvQnqtzH8R19rFA5E02K0ww9enaXCat5ky2ufG4CqODQcovWVY5ycbIas9a1etdaoVix1R2SlNpiJKyh15MejQ9UoqyzXNMSLXXCVnZuLkjIrJXetUPXP_ws8T5cRySRQcx5CB2hw/w640-h436/Paseo%20familiar.%20Primavera%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>PRIMAVERA</div><br />Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-57213140369229127712023-03-28T19:13:00.002+02:002023-03-28T19:13:53.926+02:00 ¿Astenia primaveral ...<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPt9wDakeop_aswEWcUh7Ut7vGvccF6-PBtN8HSDt6xkt-4hkqlpqhnsuEpyg29tD2my2orr44HdaIIXaL6DeJJZiUcKfmoMJHT2Xu65ftsGdrd7ufnrK_maG6AmnjX9kDOrH0MH_LQb0fPxCSaQa1wvRc2Qwv4Ix6mYxTew10SobIWo0AVxWAKHGE/s1600/Astenia%20primaveral%20by%20tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="1600" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPt9wDakeop_aswEWcUh7Ut7vGvccF6-PBtN8HSDt6xkt-4hkqlpqhnsuEpyg29tD2my2orr44HdaIIXaL6DeJJZiUcKfmoMJHT2Xu65ftsGdrd7ufnrK_maG6AmnjX9kDOrH0MH_LQb0fPxCSaQa1wvRc2Qwv4Ix6mYxTew10SobIWo0AVxWAKHGE/w640-h494/Astenia%20primaveral%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p>...cansancio, aburrimiento...? Guardando cola para entrar en el Museo Del Prado. Madrid</p><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-31704444159210609222023-01-20T12:15:00.000+01:002023-01-20T12:15:12.605+01:00La esencia de las cosas <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnY4IAJws9P3P_VfnVyVZJmpXlhpfBieZH7uEOxpyLSwP7gcpFl1-j6WeryVqU4nfhmjXC15GRG1kf_vqVF3DjLrn-MNajSJz96uICm3NLQgur3Cc2LxnY-nT4qFZ56QUHtrj6KpKg8i2K_QAZrOVWIicfJK1LsDoLBnDzNkEU9hwGO1zY5mDBeuV/s1200/La%20esesncia%20secreta%20de%20las%20cosas%20by%20tesa%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="787" data-original-width="1200" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnY4IAJws9P3P_VfnVyVZJmpXlhpfBieZH7uEOxpyLSwP7gcpFl1-j6WeryVqU4nfhmjXC15GRG1kf_vqVF3DjLrn-MNajSJz96uICm3NLQgur3Cc2LxnY-nT4qFZ56QUHtrj6KpKg8i2K_QAZrOVWIicfJK1LsDoLBnDzNkEU9hwGO1zY5mDBeuV/w640-h420/La%20esesncia%20secreta%20de%20las%20cosas%20by%20tesa%20(2).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Un poco antes de iniciarse la tormenta me asomé al balcón y vi como las olas se entretenían rozando una y otra vez el tejado de la Escuela...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityzhrrlnXBHHqhBCXwoKgNo8G76pb6ax8E62Krsord_-oRW_CvnWZ0TltPlhN6D6G8JX8jC9bLzEo2cqu38PT_Hwo3jR00hkD5HgOPr8dbvIrCzGvnZT3U13R0mBF8Ii0LTjBpz9LMMjqqFhh6UQO1AwL9unMC8Xm66WBDzMgMV1vxnQHHwwL2SWO/s1200/La%20esesncia%20secreta%20de%20las%20cosas%20by%20tesa%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="1200" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityzhrrlnXBHHqhBCXwoKgNo8G76pb6ax8E62Krsord_-oRW_CvnWZ0TltPlhN6D6G8JX8jC9bLzEo2cqu38PT_Hwo3jR00hkD5HgOPr8dbvIrCzGvnZT3U13R0mBF8Ii0LTjBpz9LMMjqqFhh6UQO1AwL9unMC8Xm66WBDzMgMV1vxnQHHwwL2SWO/w640-h406/La%20esesncia%20secreta%20de%20las%20cosas%20by%20tesa%20(1).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>La lógica te llevará de la A a la Z . La imaginación te llevará a todas partes</i>. Albert Einstein </p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-16504196559797278852022-12-12T13:05:00.000+01:002022-12-12T13:05:29.051+01:00Papá Noel es un farsante...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-9XbRKDEqSI7hOgZmrIrqScjL6zRU6eb6E5Xew2yxbgzLdhonZqoOLlNO7WDNPr1f6jHM84nX58TQqrUgcUnih2UyA11wDJ_AQuqs1XpAigh-XYYkJiWUJYvO3J12lak52D1P7zG2SbJmyoci4eE3mRUPJGcOwWy73aF4pt57iBNwKHVGa93Ce9L/s1600/Pap%C3%A1%20Noel%20By%20Tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="1600" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-9XbRKDEqSI7hOgZmrIrqScjL6zRU6eb6E5Xew2yxbgzLdhonZqoOLlNO7WDNPr1f6jHM84nX58TQqrUgcUnih2UyA11wDJ_AQuqs1XpAigh-XYYkJiWUJYvO3J12lak52D1P7zG2SbJmyoci4eE3mRUPJGcOwWy73aF4pt57iBNwKHVGa93Ce9L/w640-h386/Pap%C3%A1%20Noel%20By%20Tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> ...Ni tiene barba ni el pelo blanco. No tiene tripa y es más joven de lo que quiere hacernos creer. Y tampoco tiene pinta de Santo. ¡FELICES FIESTAS! nos vemos el año que viene<p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-55340975161937043962022-11-18T13:33:00.001+01:002022-11-18T13:33:37.718+01:00Entre la luz y las sombras III<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoACUcIj1I_b-ZNDik11Xh_SqRIwRTWh8C3ncssPBjUkm7Yr8u-l6P6XWe9OEySqj0-7NtFG_IJAY_IbhXxqBMqo7cC17HgF_zni4lpIRggnFRhmJitdT0tGuuhg_1004ibeGD8CcaZha7leCLzso12icOUiKKyr-o2APXpwH68LU4E89rkWIDDZF7/s1745/Oreja,%20luces%20y%20sombras,%20AVE%20by%20tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1745" data-original-width="1606" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoACUcIj1I_b-ZNDik11Xh_SqRIwRTWh8C3ncssPBjUkm7Yr8u-l6P6XWe9OEySqj0-7NtFG_IJAY_IbhXxqBMqo7cC17HgF_zni4lpIRggnFRhmJitdT0tGuuhg_1004ibeGD8CcaZha7leCLzso12icOUiKKyr-o2APXpwH68LU4E89rkWIDDZF7/w590-h640/Oreja,%20luces%20y%20sombras,%20AVE%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="590" /></a></div><p>OREJA: parte externa del oído del hombre y otros mamíferos, formada por un repliegue cutáneo sostenido por una lámina cartilaginosa.</p><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-10021343323544347872022-11-07T10:21:00.000+01:002022-11-07T10:21:29.155+01:00Dieta Mediterránea<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kra6V263GSV36CC1YXX0ABT2IVWFvcidnZeB5Z9zckAGmobrF6tr1cKDPaOxfJ33DjTQI78YaITaJwfqUiwZp3tM-HmVo9GM1KhijoraGYeiKoSiY_p1E6H7z4qqvltzicbjYonHJyD0NJDdT9_vnmJeScXmC7kQv6dpSenZ23LK6xiEMchRQLjB/s1024/Dieta%20Mediterr%C3%A1nea%20by%20tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="1024" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kra6V263GSV36CC1YXX0ABT2IVWFvcidnZeB5Z9zckAGmobrF6tr1cKDPaOxfJ33DjTQI78YaITaJwfqUiwZp3tM-HmVo9GM1KhijoraGYeiKoSiY_p1E6H7z4qqvltzicbjYonHJyD0NJDdT9_vnmJeScXmC7kQv6dpSenZ23LK6xiEMchRQLjB/w640-h362/Dieta%20Mediterr%C3%A1nea%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Playa de la Barceloneta, Barcelona</div><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-85400991099686629632022-10-19T12:46:00.004+02:002022-10-21T00:43:45.423+02:00Entre la luz y las sombras II<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1olN7S9HUYv5ITrdWQkzvpqnYZABKBrC1nOdfVR3KKInSu25ISBAZ8E8SyY1IriiEQuhHe3IuYpV1mvHy_fWduXb9pVxL5VvRX_7NlGB-CpDY0IgmiOuIdBvwq8QXeHaACqHGz2SSv3Dg1OWlcZnL9wfCmx-uJLBvSIkx9VdUcFEXr8DqFQUpDRws/s1024/hombre,%20luces%20y%20sombras%20AVE%20by%20tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1024" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1olN7S9HUYv5ITrdWQkzvpqnYZABKBrC1nOdfVR3KKInSu25ISBAZ8E8SyY1IriiEQuhHe3IuYpV1mvHy_fWduXb9pVxL5VvRX_7NlGB-CpDY0IgmiOuIdBvwq8QXeHaACqHGz2SSv3Dg1OWlcZnL9wfCmx-uJLBvSIkx9VdUcFEXr8DqFQUpDRws/w640-h514/hombre,%20luces%20y%20sombras%20AVE%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Hombre. AVE (Tren de Alta Velocidad) Barcelona-Madrid</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FUROuls9ft9qpMn81_lhvHzrC0VskcR21yn3b05tTrXaeKIU_kXNziT9_YZ0HAuzpVkBrXTjFqAyR-jrRRqnChaEXdlP42AOL-RVFcYNsYos4mX7kqRdIJSC8vEN81uGmPkzo05ZIBy2liI28nmBoNaxXAuG0VtCuPJ0xkC5UHQKPWekcuZou1Kk/s777/Perro,%20luces%20y%20sombras%20AVE%20by%20tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="777" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FUROuls9ft9qpMn81_lhvHzrC0VskcR21yn3b05tTrXaeKIU_kXNziT9_YZ0HAuzpVkBrXTjFqAyR-jrRRqnChaEXdlP42AOL-RVFcYNsYos4mX7kqRdIJSC8vEN81uGmPkzo05ZIBy2liI28nmBoNaxXAuG0VtCuPJ0xkC5UHQKPWekcuZou1Kk/w640-h468/Perro,%20luces%20y%20sombras%20AVE%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Los ojos del hombre</p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-84145473735233468192022-10-10T17:44:00.001+02:002022-10-19T12:47:18.363+02:00Entre la luz y las sombras I<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3O8-KQQG4pbQHlg6NR1SSTUse9wUPKilTGnr5L0wGDRDamwWKlcTQPcp3F8_ASdUqMst3o-Z771jBMnEtVq2mdsQpUGH4E-7m9zbSQx8ha_EUbO73XzaZCH_EggPuK0hcdKVU_GG___Vk3G9T4lFH6zExm7thiKhn_xZysnPUUjDgaXuFpSUgMKEO/s1024/luces%20y%20sombras%20en%20el%20AVE%20by%20tesa%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="740" data-original-width="1024" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3O8-KQQG4pbQHlg6NR1SSTUse9wUPKilTGnr5L0wGDRDamwWKlcTQPcp3F8_ASdUqMst3o-Z771jBMnEtVq2mdsQpUGH4E-7m9zbSQx8ha_EUbO73XzaZCH_EggPuK0hcdKVU_GG___Vk3G9T4lFH6zExm7thiKhn_xZysnPUUjDgaXuFpSUgMKEO/w640-h462/luces%20y%20sombras%20en%20el%20AVE%20by%20tesa%20(1).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mujer. AVE (Tren de Alta Velocidad) Barcelona-Madrid</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-20654101111809839452022-09-22T18:50:00.006+02:002022-09-28T10:26:48.401+02:00Si no crees en las hadas, tú te lo pierdes... (Desde mi balcón)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIubUCt8yJT2KXAFT1rxJFeiF7kL4-iWu_r4LdvPaBzt9nRzz8mESWYp2KhTW3DsCPkLopaXDxdH0THQCEu0ODYHewnXRB2uydkFxTawzJ3VT93Z-j8z0qKNX5XHy3FbCmqMW07N6tlRNuqAzF0F99MZmI88JsQlaQ3x7QqZdT2UFonrnGS3lQsyR/s1200/Si%20no%20crees%20en%20la%20hadas,%20t%C3%BA%20te%20lo%20pierdes%20by%20tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="889" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUIubUCt8yJT2KXAFT1rxJFeiF7kL4-iWu_r4LdvPaBzt9nRzz8mESWYp2KhTW3DsCPkLopaXDxdH0THQCEu0ODYHewnXRB2uydkFxTawzJ3VT93Z-j8z0qKNX5XHy3FbCmqMW07N6tlRNuqAzF0F99MZmI88JsQlaQ3x7QqZdT2UFonrnGS3lQsyR/w474-h640/Si%20no%20crees%20en%20la%20hadas,%20t%C3%BA%20te%20lo%20pierdes%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="474" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Tienes que creerme... Al atardecer, he visto un hada en el Paseo</div><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-67400971463559690032022-09-15T20:38:00.001+02:002022-09-15T20:49:48.757+02:00Está sola, y no hay nadie en el espejo... (Desde mi balcón)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIabiO7m4gw6jom-Yf-FHsaE1V8ZhjEuhL9FzeTM9XLkHn5TuAvcIEYazjCGLVEx-gOM93Nt_kUAvHeMQmuG5TBvgdDtNY5vz8G6gRHeeNTzFJJq3gCj6vALdVCocd_Q4nbMDd-s3tKWIx_iM3qWsWzOOabZTS5FgZsFgJW3SN8MN189SXjTYgdVTE/s1024/Est%C3%A1%20sola%20y%20no%20hay%20nadie%20en%20el%20espejo%20by%20tesa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="865" data-original-width="1024" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIabiO7m4gw6jom-Yf-FHsaE1V8ZhjEuhL9FzeTM9XLkHn5TuAvcIEYazjCGLVEx-gOM93Nt_kUAvHeMQmuG5TBvgdDtNY5vz8G6gRHeeNTzFJJq3gCj6vALdVCocd_Q4nbMDd-s3tKWIx_iM3qWsWzOOabZTS5FgZsFgJW3SN8MN189SXjTYgdVTE/w640-h540/Est%C3%A1%20sola%20y%20no%20hay%20nadie%20en%20el%20espejo%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: justify;"> A las 4:45 de la madrugada, la mujer seguía en el banco del Paseo</span></p><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-10215466933712540462022-05-04T10:37:00.001+02:002022-05-04T10:43:15.555+02:00Los libros no se tiran<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ7hSNwMMtGpEYCjX28efOK0MP6I31E2suK5u1S9LINXJR8wvOLs1Vqgxyg87hHAqhk_RVFlDi-iZrsWQVl2xIos8eIXvTWlsIbvC25yqhibaaQZ-N_BkXGZUDwB6WlkOKsQKBOPd9mYan0DYqCIezuAVusN42aimmtJIBu2_D9HkIdB5qFkBl697a/s1081/los%20libros%20no%20se%20tiran%20by%20tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1081" data-original-width="781" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ7hSNwMMtGpEYCjX28efOK0MP6I31E2suK5u1S9LINXJR8wvOLs1Vqgxyg87hHAqhk_RVFlDi-iZrsWQVl2xIos8eIXvTWlsIbvC25yqhibaaQZ-N_BkXGZUDwB6WlkOKsQKBOPd9mYan0DYqCIezuAVusN42aimmtJIBu2_D9HkIdB5qFkBl697a/w462-h640/los%20libros%20no%20se%20tiran%20by%20tesa.JPG" width="462" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Con sus pequeñas manos, pero con tesón, el niño iba recogiendo los libros del suelo y los depositaba en un banco de la Plaza, donde unos hombres le animaban en su tarea a risotadas mientras bebían cerveza. </div><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-73212989669405300852022-04-24T12:42:00.000+02:002022-04-24T12:42:15.113+02:00Los libros son sexis<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXkK9LIGxH8Oi-mTGrCBP6ejPeXH6YIGKtgsbOWzUA-O5HzLN49kWa-K713KWcedcjiP9FZ3HhpAfsVKVFJ7OyR9FhWmpYrebaTr1Ix0iu5WWMM_RxvlX6wmbshtSv1hRf59TykReNLpDILaO_K20jK5T_6iKVDQqw6YW2jmPmcJsu9wIqtmiA4Xc/s1024/IMG_2910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="835" data-original-width="1024" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXkK9LIGxH8Oi-mTGrCBP6ejPeXH6YIGKtgsbOWzUA-O5HzLN49kWa-K713KWcedcjiP9FZ3HhpAfsVKVFJ7OyR9FhWmpYrebaTr1Ix0iu5WWMM_RxvlX6wmbshtSv1hRf59TykReNLpDILaO_K20jK5T_6iKVDQqw6YW2jmPmcJsu9wIqtmiA4Xc/w640-h522/IMG_2910.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>La fantasía textual de los libros es que los comas y punto</b></p><p> Qué ingenioso eslogan. En mi caso los como, los devoro, los digiero y, en muy pocas ocasiones, me muestro indiferente a sus encantos.</p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-20496252332313018552022-04-11T11:44:00.002+02:002022-04-11T11:56:57.039+02:00Lluvia y melancolía<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4IdFkY-9auFh3osqODg0av9DCIs6T4yalzM4s0kUiR3pD5BwUnZWqBYKmXuakgduATd7punKZ5wSMYPl7t3_4rHYZl2rmuw432WzOTcZNyHY4a3ThYbAyoOrZWX60O_JbOVbR3Bjmr8rTNb9lSq11zB1hNAzPh12NgBwmTI95X22bGRI9riGKmx5s/s1024/llueve%20en%20el%20Paseo%20by%20tesa%20(1).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="1024" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4IdFkY-9auFh3osqODg0av9DCIs6T4yalzM4s0kUiR3pD5BwUnZWqBYKmXuakgduATd7punKZ5wSMYPl7t3_4rHYZl2rmuw432WzOTcZNyHY4a3ThYbAyoOrZWX60O_JbOVbR3Bjmr8rTNb9lSq11zB1hNAzPh12NgBwmTI95X22bGRI9riGKmx5s/w640-h352/llueve%20en%20el%20Paseo%20by%20tesa%20(1).JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Llueve... y el Paseo, tan bullicioso siempre, se llena de melancolía<i> (Desde mi balcón)</i></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-52057051848961245892022-03-03T19:23:00.004+01:002022-03-03T19:32:41.963+01:00Colapso en la Sanidad Primaria o... The Twilight Zone<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1wQQmqB2XmC3nAwZo01n4-_bW9_i_4ig4OdQ4_LhgHUWFUz2qBbc0_asgPZRMjmEo8_kDmnQgZpWBJxEdVgFvil3To9i7lnZS51JM1AdiOCPrtb48dt5nPkbgXtKuvm6AJ-UYaFMUJ_6elj45DXJvNgZj5v0uLvccC0PXoJfp3WKlSOwoQkApoP8L=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1547" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1wQQmqB2XmC3nAwZo01n4-_bW9_i_4ig4OdQ4_LhgHUWFUz2qBbc0_asgPZRMjmEo8_kDmnQgZpWBJxEdVgFvil3To9i7lnZS51JM1AdiOCPrtb48dt5nPkbgXtKuvm6AJ-UYaFMUJ_6elj45DXJvNgZj5v0uLvccC0PXoJfp3WKlSOwoQkApoP8L=w618-h640" width="618" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> El Centro de Salud de atención Primaria de mi barrio a las 12 de la mañana</div><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-39648894402359160462022-02-06T19:37:00.000+01:002022-02-06T19:37:30.458+01:00Lenguaje corporal<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih5Bdwl04bHcguMTJdmPI4fHqeqzcDPuqVKDeWkWMYbNo0cbto7Ac98tVmagky7G8_8xqCo0Y3bKw4dBXuG2iFniuum08_M2BURpFoOdS223HAgynMzOIG3WVtaTco7jHkq54Cm6iyi3y83L6mABmwLsxQi91F3QN-vrku0AImWH0z_nmxK93xihvE=s2445" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1889" data-original-width="2445" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEih5Bdwl04bHcguMTJdmPI4fHqeqzcDPuqVKDeWkWMYbNo0cbto7Ac98tVmagky7G8_8xqCo0Y3bKw4dBXuG2iFniuum08_M2BURpFoOdS223HAgynMzOIG3WVtaTco7jHkq54Cm6iyi3y83L6mABmwLsxQi91F3QN-vrku0AImWH0z_nmxK93xihvE=w640-h494" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">La luz de mediodía y la cabeza velada le daban un aíre de virgen icónica que captó mi atención. Esperé tenerla más cerca y disparé. Desde mi posición elevada sobre el paseo de la playa, sólo tuve la oportunidad de un clic </p><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-31583732473057690872022-01-22T21:05:00.000+01:002022-01-22T21:05:00.759+01:00Degustación en la Estación de Atocha, Madrid, Spain<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEQy4DkNPj--cABwkZ2sjd94tQ7dS14kQRdgNgBNo0CqiLR2fWEqWmBUdmuI_x0ZzZSSXyTuRAy2CieDjA0rJqUoQrgbqXjCH3mBHyk6enl930QJDyfqlYD81Sp9VCLblwBtUeKLVYIRB4l92aBoGRr9EgZT9Y7hBFm16QZ4YbP3Q9f0TspChGCUGo=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="1024" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEQy4DkNPj--cABwkZ2sjd94tQ7dS14kQRdgNgBNo0CqiLR2fWEqWmBUdmuI_x0ZzZSSXyTuRAy2CieDjA0rJqUoQrgbqXjCH3mBHyk6enl930QJDyfqlYD81Sp9VCLblwBtUeKLVYIRB4l92aBoGRr9EgZT9Y7hBFm16QZ4YbP3Q9f0TspChGCUGo=w640-h362" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Barra de degustación</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi27dsuIgTiTDFYYD8LxvrtP3bZsGaQCyS19HbNLNuDxR9vPWPTebVFCl_2vSdSeR6QS1r1P7P3vh9LJQtJA0UNZFltMqEgYb6NiSdFvqhpB7YddyYsHalYYZgGCre6H2sUbbYkoCT-6hlQJtzouiHy-g4X6lYAHrKsil9SX7ksm0PTegAyy2s3S2Bd=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="689" data-original-width="1024" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi27dsuIgTiTDFYYD8LxvrtP3bZsGaQCyS19HbNLNuDxR9vPWPTebVFCl_2vSdSeR6QS1r1P7P3vh9LJQtJA0UNZFltMqEgYb6NiSdFvqhpB7YddyYsHalYYZgGCre6H2sUbbYkoCT-6hlQJtzouiHy-g4X6lYAHrKsil9SX7ksm0PTegAyy2s3S2Bd=w640-h430" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Comida alienígena</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYeOduGox22aVk4o3LoRV-st10j8DiMixoWx6Ootp3UyraEJegA7ROAIzMmhfPP0KyePCDV7TyquCtg5MqIGAUJXHEq_07rQOstYr8cQ6MstiLwBCC-_tGF_1YSXEcnoAFkUuwPOmzMcHUPr44Jqs9c01Lz9uu-UfCasXzS2Wgm44dWJAuC1xS0ILI=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="739" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYeOduGox22aVk4o3LoRV-st10j8DiMixoWx6Ootp3UyraEJegA7ROAIzMmhfPP0KyePCDV7TyquCtg5MqIGAUJXHEq_07rQOstYr8cQ6MstiLwBCC-_tGF_1YSXEcnoAFkUuwPOmzMcHUPr44Jqs9c01Lz9uu-UfCasXzS2Wgm44dWJAuC1xS0ILI=w462-h640" width="462" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Menú de cinco estrellas</div>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-66062626491160674412022-01-06T19:12:00.000+01:002022-01-06T19:12:20.512+01:00Metro fantasma Vía 2 y felicitación Navideña<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGp-9V4UG7_PTTSQStVbnAg0-C21IWLmKu1vbTlEuxZP2xPOI1OqutQz0ecCeLJed9MRzlUNUPbX6gEZWydj9URAZFkEEh3fnvK4Gsw9PrP6_gbyXtTAE9nA5wY_6sQYmjsK34fc_yHHfcN6Gb-EAqrWGk8tbl10GPQTAw4tdyiuvGfJM3wFLotSt6=s1600" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1149" data-original-width="1600" height="460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGp-9V4UG7_PTTSQStVbnAg0-C21IWLmKu1vbTlEuxZP2xPOI1OqutQz0ecCeLJed9MRzlUNUPbX6gEZWydj9URAZFkEEh3fnvK4Gsw9PrP6_gbyXtTAE9nA5wY_6sQYmjsK34fc_yHHfcN6Gb-EAqrWGk8tbl10GPQTAw4tdyiuvGfJM3wFLotSt6=w640-h460" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Transportes Metropolitanos de Barcelona os desean Feliz Navidad y Feliz 2021.<b> <i>Estación Jaume I, a las 10 de la mañana</i></b></div><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-59648877135611743822021-04-13T19:17:00.000+02:002021-04-13T19:17:22.120+02:00Osteopatía Cuántica<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AurU946N7Ok/YHXRVdKTWKI/AAAAAAAALys/PhL5kObABaoSlp9zYbbQ2QDtwNWj_SPcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1236/Autorrerato.Osteopat%25C3%25ADa%2BCu%25C3%25A1ntica%2Bby%2Btesa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1236" data-original-width="971" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AurU946N7Ok/YHXRVdKTWKI/AAAAAAAALys/PhL5kObABaoSlp9zYbbQ2QDtwNWj_SPcACLcBGAsYHQ/w502-h640/Autorrerato.Osteopat%25C3%25ADa%2BCu%25C3%25A1ntica%2Bby%2Btesa.jpg" width="502" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Autorretrato</i><br /></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-82969041855565361542021-03-03T10:36:00.000+01:002021-03-03T10:36:30.351+01:00Pareidolia a pie de calle o el alma de los objetos inanimados<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQ9h5dWaz3DqZKSFiea1tCO8tQfO4T9zkyqNkLvF_lPrMM5NEcVqnnJ4Yngin8mpCsIwgaX8hQVgvZjKWFtdoMq3IX8zQj4-34OTron_Fpb3fDi0c8WhYZcAfFHCWZ6OojGcCJM4lQ3M/s1024/Drag%25C3%25B3n+dormido+by+tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="1024" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQ9h5dWaz3DqZKSFiea1tCO8tQfO4T9zkyqNkLvF_lPrMM5NEcVqnnJ4Yngin8mpCsIwgaX8hQVgvZjKWFtdoMq3IX8zQj4-34OTron_Fpb3fDi0c8WhYZcAfFHCWZ6OojGcCJM4lQ3M/w640-h410/Drag%25C3%25B3n+dormido+by+tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Cuando el Dragón despertó de su plácido sueño, la nieve ya no estaba allí<br /><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycxuChQ7pxY0EcEYG4ydgGoPIrfPYKcQTjmDPkfwqkirIjOFWwrvOkd1B_9gJgw4BuHT0LSHWlMrahY2JrBfbZHRYID1WtJCIz5OHYQ1wfla5UrK9pgiAm45CRjezQk1WbBso9N7w7XA/s1024/Monstruo+pindiendo+socorro+by+tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="722" data-original-width="1024" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycxuChQ7pxY0EcEYG4ydgGoPIrfPYKcQTjmDPkfwqkirIjOFWwrvOkd1B_9gJgw4BuHT0LSHWlMrahY2JrBfbZHRYID1WtJCIz5OHYQ1wfla5UrK9pgiAm45CRjezQk1WbBso9N7w7XA/w640-h452/Monstruo+pindiendo+socorro+by+tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-Oh, estoy muerta de miedo...</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> <br /></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> De verdad que miré alrededor intentando descubrir la angustia de la pequeña moto.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">La pareidolia es un fenómeno psicologico que hace que las personas veamos caras en lineas aleatorias o sombras de objetos inanimados. En mi caso, no sólo veo caras, sino que esas caras tienen "emociones" </span><br /></p><p></p>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-34541726206699499172021-01-26T18:22:00.000+01:002021-01-26T18:22:19.487+01:00Desde las marquesinas del Bus las musas me hablan<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBaZhe29eKpRSdheIuyzsxQ_owISPGuCILdGTL3Wp0py-rm_pxXkCcRc7TxbgLbvAmEfi4Z9CvXD9g03O00C8I5vBleGoOijz9dU0923bizBzef6PhCHdsfIbOkD6X8RQLQHI8m44LoM/s1024/Musa+marquesina+invierno+by+tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="641" data-original-width="1024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOBaZhe29eKpRSdheIuyzsxQ_owISPGuCILdGTL3Wp0py-rm_pxXkCcRc7TxbgLbvAmEfi4Z9CvXD9g03O00C8I5vBleGoOijz9dU0923bizBzef6PhCHdsfIbOkD6X8RQLQHI8m44LoM/w640-h400/Musa+marquesina+invierno+by+tesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Invierno</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFHGeqWk6tevcmfSzV_ruaHLd91OU8sbGMtrGGLcUG92HKFSLYjsG0hHjkthGQLF4B_8SFRdfAx0HfwzytNNp1HrcE8Tu1Pc9yd67zaX2Ffrt1X6hoxuY9sORIMVx4yf5O-UoPzxrq3w/s1200/Musas+marquesinas+oto%25C3%25B1o+by+tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1111" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghFHGeqWk6tevcmfSzV_ruaHLd91OU8sbGMtrGGLcUG92HKFSLYjsG0hHjkthGQLF4B_8SFRdfAx0HfwzytNNp1HrcE8Tu1Pc9yd67zaX2Ffrt1X6hoxuY9sORIMVx4yf5O-UoPzxrq3w/w592-h640/Musas+marquesinas+oto%25C3%25B1o+by+tesa.JPG" width="592" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Otoño<br /></div><div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSCiysigdx6ZGQsE__iIeIpDtuHKgzeCQveaoIKu6hcL-rN2IHrwap7GDDD8bXna1L_9ynXYIAPZjudtKt7YzgtctD2m7gc1xI1p3D9HpfRJqf0gDDOE9enaDhl4wmxdFUnTcWW55KYQ/s1200/Musas+marquesinas+verano+by+tesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1003" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSCiysigdx6ZGQsE__iIeIpDtuHKgzeCQveaoIKu6hcL-rN2IHrwap7GDDD8bXna1L_9ynXYIAPZjudtKt7YzgtctD2m7gc1xI1p3D9HpfRJqf0gDDOE9enaDhl4wmxdFUnTcWW55KYQ/w534-h640/Musas+marquesinas+verano+by+tesa.JPG" width="534" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Verano</div></div>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-83098645295999830472021-01-11T13:40:00.006+01:002021-01-11T17:19:22.401+01:00 Madrid en construcción: Nieve<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr1PX40ULFeWqoU0KYWqUA7e52xqNFWYAgR0KgRq7dHNDCnBwN7kRamvdqFJX0o8lZZ6oBtxs7dOGQhLUNKsjYWENqDskWF-tyXDKjEW7LwYogN9ejfn4dpi64zBZGnj5ngvC-DABe-nI/s1200/Madrid++en+construcci%25C3%25B3n%252C+nieve%252C+by+tesa+%25281%2529-001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="704" data-original-width="1200" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr1PX40ULFeWqoU0KYWqUA7e52xqNFWYAgR0KgRq7dHNDCnBwN7kRamvdqFJX0o8lZZ6oBtxs7dOGQhLUNKsjYWENqDskWF-tyXDKjEW7LwYogN9ejfn4dpi64zBZGnj5ngvC-DABe-nI/w640-h376/Madrid
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Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-68895285698627196242020-11-24T20:42:00.005+01:002020-12-14T17:02:39.743+01:00El general sigue teniendo quien le escriba<p> <a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ciKFw7h2IM/X71KdXP2jNI/AAAAAAAALkg/oD3TnahfhOszL5H6PCBfOqaC38nu8-DHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/Reflejos%2Bel%2Bgeneral%2Bya%2Btiene%2Bquien%2Ble%2Bescriba%2BBy%2Btesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="1024" height="432" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ciKFw7h2IM/X71KdXP2jNI/AAAAAAAALkg/oD3TnahfhOszL5H6PCBfOqaC38nu8-DHQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h432/Reflejos%2Bel%2Bgeneral%2Bya%2Btiene%2Bquien%2Ble%2Bescriba%2BBy%2Btesa.JPG" width="640" /></a> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Querido General, regreso un atardecer más a buscar en su reflejo la inspiración perdida y, </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">mientras rodeo la fuente en la que habita buscando su alma y la mía, </span>rememoro el apasionado romance espitolar que mantuvimos al ritmo de las Estaciones... <i>Clic</i><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Si te apetece recordar conmigo clica <a href=" https://elnadadordeniquelfototesa.blogspot.com/2015/01/el-general-ya-tiene-quien-le-escriba.html">AQUÍ</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://elnadadordeniquelfototesa.blogspot.com/2015/03/el-general-ya-tiene-quien-le-escriba.html">AQUÍ</a> y <a href="https://elnadadordeniquelfototesa.blogspot.com/2015/09/reflejos-sobre-el-agua-cuatro.html">AQUÍ</a></span><br /></p>
Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-30844966840339464172020-10-22T09:53:00.001+02:002020-10-24T18:26:21.924+02:00Abrazar una flor gigante con brazos diminutos<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C67VLDD1nEE/X4czT-Bqi_I/AAAAAAAALiA/W63VMtjafMQESp-TSuXpBtfHQkLtiW_jACLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Entre%2Bflores%2Bby%2Btesa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="1600" height="372" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C67VLDD1nEE/X4czT-Bqi_I/AAAAAAAALiA/W63VMtjafMQESp-TSuXpBtfHQkLtiW_jACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h372/Entre%2Bflores%2Bby%2Btesa.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Pensé que le podían intimidar las flores gigantes, pero Sara, depués de emitir una entusiasta exclamación de asombro, se soltó de mi mano y corrió hacia una de las flores con los brazos abiertos.<br /></div><div> <p></p></div>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3153512283085481769.post-84443684568135834142020-09-18T21:25:00.073+02:002020-10-03T18:52:10.469+02:00Lluvia y melancolía...<p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUj9pw8RIu1MKxQXZpdnGatMY4XFXzmfwCh4FbhV50WxzMT5O2qDiTyx1gi-AC7TGUNStTHO-VtFRr21WjQYeuVr_uoyWHygwwGXHTV_6njdelslXkivqaAtIPbxZOW3QDGlHbbfYIhTw/s1200/Lluvia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="849" data-original-width="1200" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUj9pw8RIu1MKxQXZpdnGatMY4XFXzmfwCh4FbhV50WxzMT5O2qDiTyx1gi-AC7TGUNStTHO-VtFRr21WjQYeuVr_uoyWHygwwGXHTV_6njdelslXkivqaAtIPbxZOW3QDGlHbbfYIhTw/w640-h453/Lluvia.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center;">Casi todos los seres humanos nos enfrentamos a nosotros mismos con melancolía. <br /></div>Tesa Medinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13467121726399885047noreply@blogger.com11