tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66043585979774660662012-02-17T03:39:17.428+01:00y sus imágenesla habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-49798464615705466442008-05-31T10:23:00.002+02:002008-12-12T01:20:57.220+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SEELMsavfnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uitLqVaWrgI/s1600-h/0215..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206454956926664306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SEELMsavfnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uitLqVaWrgI/s320/0215..JPG" border="0" /></a> Era una mañana calurosa de julio. Las abejas revoloteaban intranquilas alrededor de una pequeña fuente en la que el agua goteaba con paciente insistencia. Desde los soportales del monasterio, hechos de una piedra refrescante, se divisaban los frescos desdibujados de la entrada a la iglesia, custodiados con celo por un monje barbudo de mirada oscura. Todo olía a madera, a viña, a sueño, y sólo el zumbido de las abejas me acompañaba mientras leía algunos poemas de Benedetti.<br /><br /><em>Monasterio de Rozhen, Bulgaria, julio 2007</em><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-4979846461570546644?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-58154496617196121812008-05-02T08:48:00.001+02:002008-12-12T01:20:57.356+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SBq5nV6985I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jdoLvEklBjw/s1600-h/086.+Bósforo+desde+Topkapi.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195669205675799442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SBq5nV6985I/AAAAAAAAAE0/jdoLvEklBjw/s320/086.+B%C3%B3sforo+desde+Topkapi.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Vista de Bósforo desde Palacio Topkapi, Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-5815449661719612181?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-53937686911970571682008-05-01T11:14:00.001+02:002008-12-12T01:20:57.727+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SBmKv16984I/AAAAAAAAAEs/9oXXz1f7Hu0/s1600-h/068..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195336199681471362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SBmKv16984I/AAAAAAAAAEs/9oXXz1f7Hu0/s320/068..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-5393768691197057168?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-53019451047484690512008-04-19T12:34:00.000+02:002008-12-12T01:20:57.907+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SAnLBAAXWrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycn2abwct4g/s1600-h/038.+Barrio+de+Fatih.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190903263563045554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SAnLBAAXWrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycn2abwct4g/s320/038.+Barrio+de+Fatih.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Barrio de Fatih, Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-5301945104748469051?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-73024636445190050482008-04-12T12:58:00.000+02:002008-12-12T01:20:58.077+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SACWE6H5Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/h23qGc_PDc8/s1600-h/019.+Desfile+de+moda.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188311781796832146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/SACWE6H5Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/h23qGc_PDc8/s320/019.+Desfile+de+moda.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-7302463644519005048?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-22772400060399554392008-04-06T10:48:00.000+02:002008-12-12T01:20:58.312+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R_iO15E24MI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YxNaDl_N2pk/s1600-h/CSC_0686.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186052027422531778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R_iO15E24MI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YxNaDl_N2pk/s320/CSC_0686.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-2277240006039955439?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-3187231143552237172008-03-31T14:14:00.002+02:002008-12-12T01:20:58.587+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R_DV7pE24LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IRX5ChX3IWc/s1600-h/CSC_0697.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183878391718666418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R_DV7pE24LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IRX5ChX3IWc/s320/CSC_0697.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Poco se puede vender o comprar en esta plaza. Y sin embargo es probablemente la única manera de vivir que conocen estos hombres custodiados por un gato, estos hombres cuyas miradas se han vuelto algo duras por las desesperanzas pasadas y futuras.</div><div> </div><div><em>Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-318723114355223717?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-36481429847102917622008-03-30T09:59:00.003+02:002008-12-12T01:20:58.712+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-9Ix5E24KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HCdZP5bRiiI/s1600-h/CSC_0746.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183441718098714786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-9Ix5E24KI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HCdZP5bRiiI/s320/CSC_0746.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La vista se clava en el Cuerno de Oro, soñanado con partir a lugares lejanos de este cementerio de objetos brillantes y sin alma.</div><div></div><div><em>Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-3648142984710291762?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-29758390713213100882008-03-25T23:47:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:20:58.936+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-mBO5E24JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4Csv7mShejU/s1600-h/CSC_0706.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181814939105812626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-mBO5E24JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4Csv7mShejU/s320/CSC_0706.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Mezquita de Beyazit, Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-2975839071321310088?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-69864083281541387932008-03-25T23:35:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:20:59.104+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-l_6JE24II/AAAAAAAAAD0/R7E7-GDPcRI/s1600-h/CSC_0710.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181813483111899266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-l_6JE24II/AAAAAAAAAD0/R7E7-GDPcRI/s320/CSC_0710.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Mezquita de Beyazit, Estambul, Turquía, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-6986408328154138793?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-78543755817173332742008-03-22T11:49:00.005+01:002008-12-12T01:20:59.708+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-TnHJE24HI/AAAAAAAAADs/iypc5eVtS8c/s1600-h/CSC_0075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180519581264306290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-TnHJE24HI/AAAAAAAAADs/iypc5eVtS8c/s320/CSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-TmoJE24GI/AAAAAAAAADk/_LwZ-bszq9k/s1600-h/CSC_0069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180519048688361570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-TmoJE24GI/AAAAAAAAADk/_LwZ-bszq9k/s320/CSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-TlKJE24FI/AAAAAAAAADc/vCrIAv1ddJo/s1600-h/CSC_0037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180517433780658258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R-TlKJE24FI/AAAAAAAAADc/vCrIAv1ddJo/s320/CSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Estaciones. Aeropuertos. No son nunca el destino definitivo, sino sólo el medio para llegar a otra parte. Lugares de paso. Ciudades de hormigón y acero que no duermen nunca, soportando pacientemente las mareas de pasajeros y de maletas que van y vienen en una danza inexplicable. Hay algo de tristeza fría en ellas, como si supieran que nadie las echa de menos. Como si supieran que nadie nunca se detendrá para contemplar su belleza secreta. </div><br /><div><em>Aeropuerto Charles de Gaulle, París, Francia, marzo 2008</em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-7854375581717333274?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-80722747320812495532008-03-12T13:17:00.003+01:002008-12-12T01:20:59.905+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R9fKntX4shI/AAAAAAAAADU/MO9CpVZ6oYE/s1600-h/03..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176829080229163538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R9fKntX4shI/AAAAAAAAADU/MO9CpVZ6oYE/s320/03..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-8072274732081249553?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-49810568468653614322008-03-06T11:51:00.006+01:002008-12-12T01:21:00.536+01:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8_NO4iOtqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iDf1VEoTYH0/s1600-h/002..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174580152449808034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8_NO4iOtqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iDf1VEoTYH0/s320/002..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174580689320720050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8_NuIiOtrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hhYULSOrWV4/s320/003..JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174581251961435842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8_OO4iOtsI/AAAAAAAAADE/5TLyyu5v2DM/s320/004..JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174581672868230866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8_OnYiOttI/AAAAAAAAADM/l-i3UHcOkRM/s320/001..JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-4981056846865361432?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-6971832562958719552008-03-05T12:33:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:00.788+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R86FYoiOtpI/AAAAAAAAACs/OqooBpNwAXY/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174219680139622034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R86FYoiOtpI/AAAAAAAAACs/OqooBpNwAXY/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-697183256295871955?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-58876609483051324262008-03-03T09:34:00.002+01:002008-12-12T01:21:01.103+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8u4dkt7RZI/AAAAAAAAACk/Crmrmm5qc4M/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173431415177168274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8u4dkt7RZI/AAAAAAAAACk/Crmrmm5qc4M/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Los aparejos de pesca duermen su descanso de domingo sirviendo de parque temático imaginario a los niños.</div><div> </div><div><em>Puerto del Terrón, Huelva, marzo 2008</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-5887660948305132426?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-83008907285899360312008-02-29T11:03:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:01.323+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8fa_Ut7RYI/AAAAAAAAACc/6maNKGaF1Ag/s1600-h/0129..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172343478486254978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8fa_Ut7RYI/AAAAAAAAACc/6maNKGaF1Ag/s320/0129..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Monasterio de Rila, Bulgaria, julio 2007</em><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-8300890728589936031?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-70810076363311602722008-02-24T11:08:00.003+01:002008-12-12T01:21:01.520+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8FCQ902oUI/AAAAAAAAACU/duiQTVhwSgs/s1600-h/052..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170486706439627074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R8FCQ902oUI/AAAAAAAAACU/duiQTVhwSgs/s320/052..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Es dura la vejez en las grandes ciudades. El centro del tiempo parece estar inmóvil, y sin embargo a su alrededor las cosas y las peronas giran en vórtices impredecibles. Nadie se para para hablar con la soledad. Y hasta las palomas se han marchado.</div><div> </div><div><em>Jardim da Estrela, Lisboa, 31 de diciembre de 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-7081007636331160272?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-81686638678194190962008-02-20T13:50:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:01.745+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R7wi8t02oTI/AAAAAAAAACM/LRWfdSeV-6k/s1600-h/DSCF0188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169044898803261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R7wi8t02oTI/AAAAAAAAACM/LRWfdSeV-6k/s320/DSCF0188.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Park Lazienkowski, Varsovia, Polonia, agosto 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-8168663867819419096?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-12934903400416316602008-02-15T08:10:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:01.916+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R7U7Tt02oSI/AAAAAAAAACE/M64UfeKJuZM/s1600-h/Buscando+suerte.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167101357382344994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R7U7Tt02oSI/AAAAAAAAACE/M64UfeKJuZM/s320/Buscando+suerte.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Chiclana de la Frontera, diciembre 2005</em><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-1293490340041631660?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-75454641251429412502008-02-13T14:03:00.002+01:002008-12-12T01:21:02.141+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R7Lq0902oRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KMTrk9wBUX0/s1600-h/Sin+tÃ&shy;tulo+-+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166449918217724178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R7Lq0902oRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KMTrk9wBUX0/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo+-+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p> </p><p><em>Varsovia, Polonia, agosto 2007</em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-7545464125142941250?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-67782939261795556102008-02-08T08:58:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:02.352+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6wL90iTQfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SrERiyw-GXQ/s1600-h/DSCF0303.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164516029389554162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6wL90iTQfI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SrERiyw-GXQ/s320/DSCF0303.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Algunas puertas casi nunca se abren, quedan siempre cerradas, permanecen en la perpetua vigilancia. Otras se abren sólo por un momento, con suspiro de esfuerzo algunas veces, con uno de alivio otras, como si por unos segundos relajaran sus cansadas cerraduras y bisagras que ya tienen contracturas de tanto aguantar la postura. Si las ves así, cruza sin dudar el umbral, porque guardarán algo valioso, quizás un amigo, un amor, un poema, unas notas atrapadas en los hilos del viento. Y quizás no volverán a abrirse nunca más.<br /><br /><em>Sintra, Portugal, enero 2008</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-6778293926179555610?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-84135561902514895612008-02-05T11:35:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:02.736+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6g8IkiTQeI/AAAAAAAAABs/qNl_4K51SLI/s1600-h/DSCF0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163443090724438498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6g8IkiTQeI/AAAAAAAAABs/qNl_4K51SLI/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> A veces las ventanas se abren para mostrarnos una realidad paralela, la realidad no existente, como esa mujer que es una estatua enmarcada entre las láminas finas de vidrio que se abren a la calle para crear una ilusión, una confusión, o tal vez para enamorar.</div><div> </div><div><em>Varsovia, Polonia, agosto 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-8413556190251489561?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-42323787543523539962008-02-02T10:29:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:03.078+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6Q4dUiTQdI/AAAAAAAAABk/6T_9KYezi1s/s1600-h/DSCF0119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162313149253370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6Q4dUiTQdI/AAAAAAAAABk/6T_9KYezi1s/s320/DSCF0119.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><em>Londres, Reino Unido, abril 2006</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-4232378754352353996?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-61688036136390598892008-02-01T10:05:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:03.322+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6LhcEiTQcI/AAAAAAAAABc/YZW7f2FtuC8/s1600-h/092..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161935995290206658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6LhcEiTQcI/AAAAAAAAABc/YZW7f2FtuC8/s320/092..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Las paredes de esta casa lyonesa se ha convertido en una estantería gigantesca llena de libros. Qué delicia para los amantes de la lectura y para algún que otro gato que pasea por las calles...</div><div></div><div><em>Lyon, Francia, abril 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-6168803613639059889?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-44560735344306887592008-01-31T10:47:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:03.440+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6GaNkiTQbI/AAAAAAAAABU/N_JGGtvMBqo/s1600-h/DSCF0166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161576205879820722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6GaNkiTQbI/AAAAAAAAABU/N_JGGtvMBqo/s320/DSCF0166.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Park Lazienkowski, Varsovia, Polonia, agosto 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-4456073534430688759?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-28921117080264969122008-01-30T12:00:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:03.652+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6BZIEiTQaI/AAAAAAAAABM/TbaGM2W6ap8/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161223168158024098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6BZIEiTQaI/AAAAAAAAABM/TbaGM2W6ap8/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-2892111708026496912?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-50317536430692541022008-01-30T10:41:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:03.929+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6BGm0iTQZI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKvW05d8IIE/s1600-h/0312..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161202805718073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R6BGm0iTQZI/AAAAAAAAABE/nKvW05d8IIE/s320/0312..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria, julio 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-5031753643069254102?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-87559858301902510422008-01-29T09:57:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:04.101+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R57q4kiTQYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LCzfeCfGMjY/s1600-h/078.+Fuente+japonesa.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160820480614285698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R57q4kiTQYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LCzfeCfGMjY/s320/078.+Fuente+japonesa.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Schonbrunn, Viena, agosto 2003</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-8755985830190251042?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-74763287150980228062008-01-28T16:40:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:04.469+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R534c0iTQXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wymmER-U0Y8/s1600-h/195.+Deus+me+guarde+(M).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160553922058994034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R534c0iTQXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wymmER-U0Y8/s320/195.+Deus+me+guarde+(M).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ahora sólo guarda los aparejos de la pesca, pero es algo más que una simple barca: es una oración que las manos endurecidas por los vientos y la sal del océano pintaron en su cuerpo frágil que se antoja una cáscara de nuez en medio de la inmensidad de las aguas. "Deus me guarde", e inmediatamente veo los rostros de una mujer y de unos niños que aguardan en la orilla la vuelta de aquel quien confía que Dios siempre le concederá el aplazamiento de la eternidad para regalarle la fugacidad los abrazos de los más queridos.</div><div> </div><div><em>Algarve, Portugal, junio 2005</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-7476328715098022806?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-52381732296006298832008-01-27T13:28:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:04.619+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5x55EiTQWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HjaqFtVyt9Y/s1600-h/DSCF0115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160133294436860258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5x55EiTQWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HjaqFtVyt9Y/s320/DSCF0115.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Algunas ciudades siguen conservando su espíritu antiguo a pesar del paso de los años, de la modernidad y la postmodernidad, del cambio de los tiempos, del capitalismo y consumismo masivo. Algunas ciudades siempre escuchan los ecos de los pasos de sus pasados habitantes, los ruidos de los coches de caballos, las llamadas de los alguaciles. Algunas ciudades conservan los viejos rótulos de sus tiendas que tan inequívocamente indican los secretos de sus deliciosos escaparates. Algunas ciudades, a pesar de las destrucciones pasadas, saben siempre cómo son y no se dejan influir por las modas pasajeras.<br /><br /><em>Varsovia, Polonia, agosto 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-5238173229600629883?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-1751227874455394692008-01-26T11:49:00.001+01:002008-12-12T01:21:04.814+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5sQl0iTQVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tv6tbZk2IsI/s1600-h/0281..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159736040026751314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5sQl0iTQVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Tv6tbZk2IsI/s320/0281..JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria, julio 2007</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-175122787445539469?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-77309188806763672252008-01-24T12:32:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:05.282+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5h3zkiTQUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N24OOqLt0mk/s1600-h/Segovia+2005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159005101017481538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5h3zkiTQUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/N24OOqLt0mk/s320/Segovia+2005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>De noche las ciudades no son más que fantasmas de sí mismas. Mientras nadie las observa, cambian de color, se repliegan sobre sobre sus calles y sueñan con irse a otra parte.</div><div> </div><div><em>Segovia, julio 2005</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-7730918880676367225?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-67254814883951640462008-01-23T09:48:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:05.450+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5b_wEiTQTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/md1THJCpPxc/s1600-h/0485..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158591624515895602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5b_wEiTQTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/md1THJCpPxc/s320/0485..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>¿Qué habrá tras aquella puerta a la que protegen los dragones?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><em>Ciudad Prohibida, China, mayo 2007</em></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-6725481488395164046?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604358597977466066.post-81609230055552242582008-01-22T17:01:00.000+01:002008-12-12T01:21:05.693+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5YUC2p2YRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YRj_Nm8ylHA/s1600-h/0455..JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158332462462820626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-O7vJDBwnfI/R5YUC2p2YRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/YRj_Nm8ylHA/s320/0455..JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Aquella pared suspiró y se adornó con flores, aún sabiendo que sólo los ojos de los privilegiados la verían. Y su belleza atravesó las convulsiones de la historia para seguir brillando para aquellos que se atreverían a cruzar los muros que la flanqueaban.<br /><br /><em>Ciudad Prohibida, China, mayo 2007</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6604358597977466066-8160923005555224258?l=aquellahabitacioncerrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>la habitacion cerradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00839697207674876601noreply@blogger.com0