tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813907795932599372024-02-20T19:20:45.588-08:00Habitando el n e g a t i v oPatricia San Nicoláshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15313435118452397616noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681390779593259937.post-85474216749041937992010-10-24T18:29:00.000-07:002010-10-24T18:32:04.726-07:00Dónde másA veces estaba también<br /><div align="center">en la locura de otros...</div><div align="center">....</div><div align="center">..</div><div align="center">.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531790270758903042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8Bn6CQcMDdZY-_AdDpTaNg-Ph_ZFVnu7PTASIsVeuP6sDntAjQfLn3F_2t0F4HYW7ETYSbp1tHfOYxik9a8ruI9H_WDrERezThBhJTaWDGA8jvhDYesSYTeTe84I1c0UXwRwcEJuLyc/s200/DSCF0684.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Patricia San Nicoláshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15313435118452397616noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681390779593259937.post-91010787145296284512009-05-22T19:56:00.000-07:002009-05-22T20:02:05.219-07:00Oh!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-olwZ2GodMSpqIj3EkVNqSncC0jAHnHjo63RE9IZmb2yMKmamfYlDFRlhKbl_a6oNSs0KOrdK8R-RATaTtnv4YefvSZxx8P4lIxlb8YuV1rAX_4UI86jjQe3e5nyK5T06o_KXvX6xIc/s1600-h/P1030575.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338848876114147698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-olwZ2GodMSpqIj3EkVNqSncC0jAHnHjo63RE9IZmb2yMKmamfYlDFRlhKbl_a6oNSs0KOrdK8R-RATaTtnv4YefvSZxx8P4lIxlb8YuV1rAX_4UI86jjQe3e5nyK5T06o_KXvX6xIc/s400/P1030575.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>"Todo lo que has perdido, me dijeron, es tuyo"</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>José Emilio Pacheco</em></div>Patricia San Nicoláshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15313435118452397616noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681390779593259937.post-22739558672855883172009-03-29T21:23:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:29:24.527-07:00Busqueda<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZqR9XwFkXYfy9KPlDIqqu3GjH-_pzCIFTJUAB6S5FrJf7sG5lCuWkGnSbKnW9ulhJNXsHLBXS_35mqU27EYn1rXDC13vDxC5Zc7F8wiiXvRp0HJeGTKx6jlhl6LNWFlnE5DoVM8EId_J/s1600-h/flor+en+el+desierto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318832237668801426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZqR9XwFkXYfy9KPlDIqqu3GjH-_pzCIFTJUAB6S5FrJf7sG5lCuWkGnSbKnW9ulhJNXsHLBXS_35mqU27EYn1rXDC13vDxC5Zc7F8wiiXvRp0HJeGTKx6jlhl6LNWFlnE5DoVM8EId_J/s400/flor+en+el+desierto.jpg" border="0" /></a> Procuremos siempre en el desierto encontrar nuestra flor... </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">:)<br /><br /><br /></div>Gianina Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07163076339979423760noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-681390779593259937.post-53821125221278639952008-06-12T19:41:00.000-07:002008-12-10T04:12:30.822-08:00Estatuas V I V A S<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG-hGjWDRbJ3YvOVwG1I5wuX1xefM9Ru_YcxGlAb1qL-Wv-a1AHojAuNkbegJ1ryQgXBPT660YKZNJCHdS8cWIUBw8XLFTQ5i-lc_mbnH3jqHBt7WC-3CuZ5f0SICumLxva9XHVc7j5A/s1600-h/P5170134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211191214002094194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYG-hGjWDRbJ3YvOVwG1I5wuX1xefM9Ru_YcxGlAb1qL-Wv-a1AHojAuNkbegJ1ryQgXBPT660YKZNJCHdS8cWIUBw8XLFTQ5i-lc_mbnH3jqHBt7WC-3CuZ5f0SICumLxva9XHVc7j5A/s400/P5170134.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Un instante en que, lo que nunca se debió mover se movió.</div><div></div><div>¿Y si esas esculturas de centenares de años te pudieran decir algo?</div><div>¿qué te dirían?</div><div>¿qué tendrían que decir esas que han posado con un mismo gesto durante tanto tiempo? </div><div></div><div>Una sola mirada, hacia un solo horizonte.</div><div></div><div>Testigos recolectores de vivencias,</div><div>son fotografía de mano del escultor..</div><div>personajes atrapados en texturas.</div><div></div><div>Testigos silenciosos del tiempo, mudos a nuestras inquietudes...</div><div></div><div>¿Te atreverías a pertenecer a su mundo por un día?</div><div></div>Patricia San Nicoláshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15313435118452397616noreply@blogger.com3