tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225653843547795042024-03-13T12:58:16.135-05:00cosas que tengo adentroUno sale o se adentra, y algo deja en todas parte, a veces se guarda, otras se recuerda, otras se pierden.
Tesoros, imágenes, sonidos, silencios llenos de palabras, nostalgias y ataques de vida.cosasquetengoadentrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14491616383822936536noreply@blogger.comBlogger393125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-85105540712255653762011-01-02T04:27:00.004-05:002011-01-02T04:37:49.868-05:00Un pueblo con nombre de Mantequilla<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFZiZlpjI/AAAAAAAADg4/zX-QzozGbek/s1600/P1020775.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFZiZlpjI/AAAAAAAADg4/zX-QzozGbek/s400/P1020775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518245208368690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxWGOPII/AAAAAAAADh4/G_zomiZo0qE/s1600/P1020892.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxWGOPII/AAAAAAAADh4/G_zomiZo0qE/s400/P1020892.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518654222777474" /></a>El camino señalaba la ruta, salir de Medellin por San Antonio de Prado y esperar esta división del camino, donde inicia la carretera destapada. Ibamos para Armenia, Armenia Mantequilla. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFZ9jUVSI/AAAAAAAADhI/bN3wBeFPXXw/s1600/P1020807.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFZ9jUVSI/AAAAAAAADhI/bN3wBeFPXXw/s400/P1020807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518252496934178" /></a>Y lo recibe a uno un letrero, que le avisa que ya casi, que mucha carretera destapada pero casi se encuentra ese pueblo que parece un mito,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxKx22fI/AAAAAAAADhw/8fUNdudShcU/s1600/P1020876.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxKx22fI/AAAAAAAADhw/8fUNdudShcU/s400/P1020876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518651184568818" /></a>Un pueblito en la nada, perdido entre las montañas, casi abandonado si no fuera porque aun vive gente, mucha, que llega de las montañas, que trabaja el campo. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxP2CHiI/AAAAAAAADho/p8u-56DRans/s1600/P1020880.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxP2CHiI/AAAAAAAADho/p8u-56DRans/s400/P1020880.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518652544261666" /></a>Gentes que aun se encomiendan a la virgen,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxD2va7I/AAAAAAAADhg/cpSW28iBBC8/s1600/P1020866.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFxD2va7I/AAAAAAAADhg/cpSW28iBBC8/s400/P1020866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518649326005170" /></a>Que de pronto no mueren muchos, de pronto como alla no hay nada, no pasa nada, a veces ni la muerte porque el cementerio aun tiene mucho espacio, </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFaBZiXpI/AAAAAAAADhY/tTHJJclz79A/s1600/P1020838.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFaBZiXpI/AAAAAAAADhY/tTHJJclz79A/s400/P1020838.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518253529652882" /></a>Era domingo, dia de plaza, de mercado, de tomarse un guarito, de conversar con los viejos amigos.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFaAisvyI/AAAAAAAADhQ/iHCewpfs6cE/s1600/P1020813.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFaAisvyI/AAAAAAAADhQ/iHCewpfs6cE/s400/P1020813.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518253299646242" /></a>Estas son las montañas que albergan estos pueblos, de arrieros, no se. Po</div><div>rque un pueblito en medio de estas montañas, casi en el olvido. </div><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFZ0ka0QI/AAAAAAAADhA/nItR-iygS4M/s1600/P1020799.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TSBFZ0ka0QI/AAAAAAAADhA/nItR-iygS4M/s400/P1020799.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557518250085634306" /></a>Y en el camino, miradas inocentes, sonrisas y caras sucias. Entre las montañas de estos pueblos y de donde venimos, ellos, como aun nosotros alguna vez lo fuimos, no tienen la culpa de nada. </div><div><br /></div><div>Descubrimos el pueblo mantequilla, fuimos y volvimos.</div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-42433852449784475182010-09-07T14:06:00.003-05:002010-09-07T14:21:31.433-05:00Guayacán morado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNz-thFhI/AAAAAAAADdI/JpctHCq5ArA/s1600/Rosado5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNz-thFhI/AAAAAAAADdI/JpctHCq5ArA/s400/Rosado5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514250717908506130" /></a><br /><div>Y mientras iba caminando el cielo se puso con flores rosadas y moradas. Un guayacan. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNzpymr8I/AAAAAAAADdA/0br37RCZfQE/s1600/Rosado4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNzpymr8I/AAAAAAAADdA/0br37RCZfQE/s400/Rosado4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514250712292700098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNzabN86I/AAAAAAAADc4/b-lwa6GjT5Y/s1600/Rosado3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNzabN86I/AAAAAAAADc4/b-lwa6GjT5Y/s400/Rosado3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514250708168078242" /></a>Y mire las flores desde todos los lados, para ver cuando caía una sobre mi. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNyTixrDI/AAAAAAAADcw/U193j1YIZiw/s1600/Rosado2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNyTixrDI/AAAAAAAADcw/U193j1YIZiw/s400/Rosado2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514250689140862002" /></a>Pero solo alcancé a ver en le piso mojado, las que caían a mi lado, y l alluvia rosada de flores continuaba. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNyGelQSI/AAAAAAAADco/iaIXZe9BPgc/s1600/Rosado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TIaNyGelQSI/AAAAAAAADco/iaIXZe9BPgc/s400/Rosado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514250685633610018" /></a>En Laureles, en Medellin donde los guayacanes lloran flores. </div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-86233740436036265572010-08-26T22:26:00.002-05:002010-08-26T22:28:26.483-05:00Los pájaros como notas musicales<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcwo_2DVcI/AAAAAAAAGss/_8AHo5MLCI4/s1600/Y+los+pajaros+como+notas+musicales.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcwo_2DVcI/AAAAAAAAGss/_8AHo5MLCI4/s400/Y+los+pajaros+como+notas+musicales.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509926150002136514" /></a><div>Lo vi pasando la calle.</div><div>Laureles, Medellín.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-78163820109105451732010-08-26T22:20:00.003-05:002010-08-26T22:24:59.686-05:00Más nubes, más Santa Elena<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvM2F8wKI/AAAAAAAAGsk/m3siAsOkSa0/s1600/cielos+santa+elena.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvM2F8wKI/AAAAAAAAGsk/m3siAsOkSa0/s400/cielos+santa+elena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509924566836494498" /></a>Mirando para el cielo de Santa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Elena</span> me encontré...<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvMtTSq-I/AAAAAAAAGsc/hhlLqLDK4tQ/s1600/cielos+santa+elena+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvMtTSq-I/AAAAAAAAGsc/hhlLqLDK4tQ/s400/cielos+santa+elena+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509924564476537826" /></a>Unas hojas rojas y alambre, y las nubes más allá...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvMDWiQWI/AAAAAAAAGsU/A_fUily7OKI/s1600/cielos+santa+elena+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvMDWiQWI/AAAAAAAAGsU/A_fUily7OKI/s400/cielos+santa+elena+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509924553215852898" /></a>Y mi mano y la torta de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">chócolo</span> fría...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvLtSaOII/AAAAAAAAGsM/RvHtlm64nyM/s1600/cielos+santa+elena+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvLtSaOII/AAAAAAAAGsM/RvHtlm64nyM/s400/cielos+santa+elena+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509924547292969090" /></a>Y el <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">directivi</span> para no perderse las novelas, y las nubes más allá...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvLcyFMII/AAAAAAAAGsE/dFRBGV6LuXA/s1600/cielos+santa+elena+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THcvLcyFMII/AAAAAAAAGsE/dFRBGV6LuXA/s400/cielos+santa+elena+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509924542862405762" /></a>Y los pájaros en los alambres, y la tarde más larga del año atrás.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-74725689110491093942010-08-23T23:24:00.003-05:002010-08-23T23:30:16.539-05:00Medellín, mirador Santa Elena<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ_VXtH7I/AAAAAAAAGrs/53drXbkTj_E/s1600/medellin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ_VXtH7I/AAAAAAAAGrs/53drXbkTj_E/s400/medellin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828121621405618" /></a>Otra vez <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Medellín</span> desde arriba. Sigue creciendo.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ-i3NWtI/AAAAAAAAGrk/o5UbTRvsJSk/s1600/medellin+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ-i3NWtI/AAAAAAAAGrk/o5UbTRvsJSk/s400/medellin+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828108063333074" /></a>Desde aquí arriba se divisa la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">contaminación</span> que causa el clima, y la ciudad que palpita.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ-EuHtHI/AAAAAAAAGrc/WqcRbi67qbs/s1600/medellin+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ-EuHtHI/AAAAAAAAGrc/WqcRbi67qbs/s400/medellin+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828099972150386" /></a>Como decía <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gonzalo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Arango</span>: "Oh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Medellín</span>!"</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ9ovlS_I/AAAAAAAAGrU/B68L6MlG7_U/s1600/medellin+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ9ovlS_I/AAAAAAAAGrU/B68L6MlG7_U/s400/medellin+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828092462091250" /></a>Los teléfonos rojos son gratis. Duran de 1 a 2 minutos. Y puede colgar y volver a llamar.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ9LZYv1I/AAAAAAAAGrM/WZCgAXyKJTw/s1600/medellin+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNJ9LZYv1I/AAAAAAAAGrM/WZCgAXyKJTw/s400/medellin+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828084584365906" /></a>El centro del Valle de Aburra.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-84254293089317176822010-08-23T23:08:00.005-05:002010-08-23T23:18:48.748-05:00Pegados del bus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGN9tghtI/AAAAAAAAGrE/m2MXmf80_-s/s1600/pegados+del+bus.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGN9tghtI/AAAAAAAAGrE/m2MXmf80_-s/s400/pegados+del+bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823974921930450" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Subiamos</span> para Santa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Elena</span>, y ellos <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tambien</span>.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGNmwZ7II/AAAAAAAAGq8/JnmYU1XGbW0/s1600/pegados+del+bus+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGNmwZ7II/AAAAAAAAGq8/JnmYU1XGbW0/s400/pegados+del+bus+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823968760065154" /></a>Es una subida prolongada, llena de curvas, de gente a lado y lado (cuando estas saliendo de la ciudad, y buses que llevan agente a pasear.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGD9YJOBI/AAAAAAAAGq0/ZjuWEjwdAZc/s1600/pegados+del+bus+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGD9YJOBI/AAAAAAAAGq0/ZjuWEjwdAZc/s400/pegados+del+bus+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823803033630738" /></a>Cuando niño aprendí a pegarme de los carros montado en la bicicleta un día a las 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">am</span>, y al otro día a las 3<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pm</span>, estaba pegado de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">volquetas</span> que nos llevaban a 100 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">kilometros</span>, y los amigos muertos de risa, diciendo que me salvaba de vainas <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">peligrosisimas</span> porque tenia suerte de asustado.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGDs_A89I/AAAAAAAAGqs/1Qjg_yBRuJs/s1600/pegados+del+bus+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGDs_A89I/AAAAAAAAGqs/1Qjg_yBRuJs/s400/pegados+del+bus+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823798633264082" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Pedaliar</span> en estas montañas de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Antioquia</span> es muy dura, consideren. Peligroso también es la formula, pero por alguna extraña razón, el conductor no les tira el carro, y los <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">pelaos</span> no hacen nada extra, nunca pasa nada. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGDYtF04I/AAAAAAAAGqk/72lSl3nPQqI/s1600/pegados+del+bus+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGDYtF04I/AAAAAAAAGqk/72lSl3nPQqI/s400/pegados+del+bus+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823793189376898" /></a>Al limite.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGDCL8AaI/AAAAAAAAGqc/h3VwEm47mdQ/s1600/pegados+del+bus+05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGDCL8AaI/AAAAAAAAGqc/h3VwEm47mdQ/s400/pegados+del+bus+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823787144741282" /></a>Saludando a la gente.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGC8sNBAI/AAAAAAAAGqU/IeaI0SrPaV0/s1600/pegados+del+bus+06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/THNGC8sNBAI/AAAAAAAAGqU/IeaI0SrPaV0/s400/pegados+del+bus+06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508823785669460994" /></a>Unos kilómetros de diversión, y luego se sueltan y bajan a toda hasta la ciudad. </div><div>Ese es su parche.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Medellín</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Colombia</span>. 2009.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-29794645530989194492010-08-15T06:32:00.002-05:002010-08-15T06:36:57.643-05:00Palomas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfQpKcsahI/AAAAAAAADcU/j--aDUhqVQE/s1600/Palomas2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfQpKcsahI/AAAAAAAADcU/j--aDUhqVQE/s400/Palomas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505598475081640466" /></a><br /><div>En la plaza de Bolivar en Bogota. Hay muchas palomas, y mucha gente que siempre juega con ellas. Casi siempre ninos. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfQo7_6NFI/AAAAAAAADcM/MGM8lp4VYFI/s1600/Palomas1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfQo7_6NFI/AAAAAAAADcM/MGM8lp4VYFI/s400/Palomas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505598471202813010" /></a>Las palomas son como las ratas del aire. Pero siempre recuerdan la infancia. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bogota, Plaza de Bolivar</div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-72246533501360109162010-08-15T06:25:00.003-05:002010-08-15T06:32:00.670-05:00Paseo de domingo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPGIM3BRI/AAAAAAAADcE/j16KX1K6ATU/s1600/paseo+de+domingo45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPGIM3BRI/AAAAAAAADcE/j16KX1K6ATU/s400/paseo+de+domingo45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505596773671306514" /></a>Una tarde de domingo, de agosto y soleada. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPFTMAYCI/AAAAAAAADb8/CNVJ3-vSriU/s1600/paseo+de+domingo4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPFTMAYCI/AAAAAAAADb8/CNVJ3-vSriU/s400/paseo+de+domingo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505596759440646178" /></a>Habia mucha gente en la calle, a pesar de ser domingo, </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPFOyccvI/AAAAAAAADb0/-aPw2EsfHDc/s1600/paseo+de+domingo3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPFOyccvI/AAAAAAAADb0/-aPw2EsfHDc/s400/paseo+de+domingo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505596758259692274" /></a>Muchos carros en la 33. Yo iba de paseo, pero ahi abajo habria una fiesta</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPE2IN9qI/AAAAAAAADbs/ALIEb4RFkco/s1600/paseo+de+domingo2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPE2IN9qI/AAAAAAAADbs/ALIEb4RFkco/s400/paseo+de+domingo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505596751640131234" /></a>En esas fiestas, para muchos el mejor negocio.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPEg6piuI/AAAAAAAADbk/UjTPTUO9UV4/s1600/paseo+de+domingo1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TGfPEg6piuI/AAAAAAAADbk/UjTPTUO9UV4/s400/paseo+de+domingo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505596745946073826" /></a>Y sobre la regional cerrada, mares de gente. Era feria de flores y apenas nos dimos un vuelton. </div><div><br /></div><div>Un domingo de agosto en Medellin. </div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-14237135039004762452010-07-26T19:29:00.003-05:002010-07-26T19:34:49.981-05:00Tardes bonitas, como siempre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4o7vsKEuI/AAAAAAAAGlo/6NiCZJXQ_y4/s1600/Tardes+bonitas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4o7vsKEuI/AAAAAAAAGlo/6NiCZJXQ_y4/s400/Tardes+bonitas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498377201945023202" /></a>Como siempre, tardes bonitas en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Medellín</span>.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4oucOalVI/AAAAAAAAGlg/VjIVKzDzYS0/s1600/Tardes+bonitas+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4oucOalVI/AAAAAAAAGlg/VjIVKzDzYS0/s400/Tardes+bonitas+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498376973381702994" /></a>El norte del valle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4ouDPyEyI/AAAAAAAAGlY/yARmDwlKxU0/s1600/Tardes+bonitas+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4ouDPyEyI/AAAAAAAAGlY/yARmDwlKxU0/s400/Tardes+bonitas+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498376966676550434" /></a>Mirando al occidente vemos convento de la <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mansión</span>, en Villa Hermosa.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4ot7Z8gKI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/_f6b9mOf6gQ/s1600/Tardes+bonitas+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4ot7Z8gKI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/_f6b9mOf6gQ/s400/Tardes+bonitas+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498376964571693218" /></a>Tardes naranjas.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4otZ0rY6I/AAAAAAAAGlI/0Tbcz5Kjmko/s1600/Tardes+bonitas+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4otZ0rY6I/AAAAAAAAGlI/0Tbcz5Kjmko/s400/Tardes+bonitas+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498376955557012386" /></a>Fotos tomadas porque el sol entraba por las ventanas de una manera brutal.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4otMjCx8I/AAAAAAAAGlA/psSdYWVU7m8/s1600/Tardes+bonitas+05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TE4otMjCx8I/AAAAAAAAGlA/psSdYWVU7m8/s400/Tardes+bonitas+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498376951993386946" /></a>Y salí a fotografiar el cielo y los callejones de mi barrio.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-78593105105515219392010-07-13T22:31:00.005-05:002010-07-13T22:42:12.121-05:00Arboles y Chamizos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0xSoIDzxI/AAAAAAAAGkY/0-15u0zA9m4/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0xSoIDzxI/AAAAAAAAGkY/0-15u0zA9m4/s400/arboles+y+chamizos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493601316540501778" /></a>Un bello día de cielo azul, cerca del media día, caminamos por las <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">montañitas</span>, viendo arboles, buscando sombra, matando los bichos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0xSUjv-UI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/YZKRERzQOCE/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0xSUjv-UI/AAAAAAAAGkQ/YZKRERzQOCE/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493601311287933250" /></a>Chamizos.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0xSMA8B9I/AAAAAAAAGkI/hm1jiW8z0WE/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0xSMA8B9I/AAAAAAAAGkI/hm1jiW8z0WE/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493601308994439122" /></a>Arboles.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wqg3CKdI/AAAAAAAAGkA/hI6VJWmz5a0/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wqg3CKdI/AAAAAAAAGkA/hI6VJWmz5a0/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600627395275218" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wqeaaFCI/AAAAAAAAGj4/jETEWbFCv4M/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wqeaaFCI/AAAAAAAAGj4/jETEWbFCv4M/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600626738336802" /></a>Y dos (ni árbol ni chamizo) buscando sombras, soplándose para no morir de calor.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wpwvVFmI/AAAAAAAAGjw/R-PTZgh91Vg/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wpwvVFmI/AAAAAAAAGjw/R-PTZgh91Vg/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600614478059106" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Doradal</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Antioquia</span>.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wpi0JqgI/AAAAAAAAGjo/-mo2NCmEUSY/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wpi0JqgI/AAAAAAAAGjo/-mo2NCmEUSY/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600610740185602" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wpG9nvVI/AAAAAAAAGjg/52iRcPHOquw/s1600/arboles+y+chamizos+07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TD0wpG9nvVI/AAAAAAAAGjg/52iRcPHOquw/s400/arboles+y+chamizos+07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493600603263712594" /></a>Fotos de garabatos contra el cielo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">betiado</span>.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-41633691202752583512010-07-10T14:02:00.003-05:002010-07-10T14:31:47.435-05:00Un camión desde Yarumal, Antioquia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TDjEcxUxkbI/AAAAAAAADaw/AhSQhksjGGk/s1600/edificio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TDjEcxUxkbI/AAAAAAAADaw/AhSQhksjGGk/s400/edificio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492355744134173106" /></a>Estaba viendo este edificio, tan alto y tan en obra aún,<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TDjEVBAaChI/AAAAAAAADag/KAaeI8PzG4s/s1600/camion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TDjEVBAaChI/AAAAAAAADag/KAaeI8PzG4s/s400/camion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492355610904758802" /></a>Y cuando baje la mirada, estaban los hombres que ayudan con la obra. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TDjEZCpeiXI/AAAAAAAADao/DnO8iCtqNbw/s1600/camion2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TDjEZCpeiXI/AAAAAAAADao/DnO8iCtqNbw/s400/camion2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492355680064932210" /></a>Y directo desde Yarumal, Antioquia este señor con su camión. Que amablemente posó y sonrió.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ya olvidé su nombre, creo que era Arturo, pero creo que solo rima con Futuro.</div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-24040287325049593172010-07-07T23:33:00.005-05:002010-07-07T23:44:40.989-05:00Los cielos de Doradal, mientras buscamos un circo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVWJpfLtWI/AAAAAAAAGis/5lR2BIrArlE/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVWJpfLtWI/AAAAAAAAGis/5lR2BIrArlE/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491390044403643746" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Doradal</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Antioquia</span>) en horas de la tarde.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV1ip4AhI/AAAAAAAAGik/RLKZIpEv3m0/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV1ip4AhI/AAAAAAAAGik/RLKZIpEv3m0/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389698972058130" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Íbamos</span> a buscar, como siempre, lo que no se nos ha perdido.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV1b6c91I/AAAAAAAAGic/cBtCPC-91PA/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV1b6c91I/AAAAAAAAGic/cBtCPC-91PA/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389697162540882" /></a>Mientras el viaje, a unos kilómetros a las afueras del casco urbano, del municipio de paso entre <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Medellín</span> y <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bogotá</span>.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV1JqeW8I/AAAAAAAAGiU/0KEu9nUMSuU/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV1JqeW8I/AAAAAAAAGiU/0KEu9nUMSuU/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389692263685058" /></a>Bonitos cielos. Como los que nos gustan.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV032xF3I/AAAAAAAAGiM/K6_wo967JQA/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV032xF3I/AAAAAAAAGiM/K6_wo967JQA/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389687483406194" /></a>Pero no hay naturaleza linda, si no tiene algo humano cerca. Dicen los materialistas.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV0UC7S5I/AAAAAAAAGiE/spJ1mxc0CFU/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVV0UC7S5I/AAAAAAAAGiE/spJ1mxc0CFU/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389677870730130" /></a>La ruta, que no era tan corta, nos muestra una imagen rural <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">selvatica</span>. A pesar de la carretera, esa cicatriz que atraviesa los territorio.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVgh8t8qI/AAAAAAAAGh8/lRupcLircoM/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVgh8t8qI/AAAAAAAAGh8/lRupcLircoM/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389338005402274" /></a>Todo para preguntar a qué horas era la función del circo.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVgKCWytI/AAAAAAAAGh0/XRt-5cH1hsU/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVgKCWytI/AAAAAAAAGh0/XRt-5cH1hsU/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389331586599634" /></a>Un circo pobre, muy pobre.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVfy5EvHI/AAAAAAAAGhs/Mvtq4fpBDjg/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVfy5EvHI/AAAAAAAAGhs/Mvtq4fpBDjg/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389325373652082" /></a>Los vecinos del circo.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVfcv6l-I/AAAAAAAAGhk/Pe81QYWZL_8/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVfcv6l-I/AAAAAAAAGhk/Pe81QYWZL_8/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389319429658594" /></a>Y los vecinos tienen hijos. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVfCsXJUI/AAAAAAAAGhc/AZErxLjztwU/s1600/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVVfCsXJUI/AAAAAAAAGhc/AZErxLjztwU/s400/Los+cielos+de+doradal+llendo+al+circo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491389312435430722" /></a>Los dejamos jugando en el patio de su casa, donde está un circo, con la promesa de volver en la noche.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-14295241170846193512010-07-07T23:04:00.006-05:002010-07-07T23:13:12.169-05:00El que va en moto, para en cualquier lado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVOZxkgfyI/AAAAAAAAGg0/qUjZeakxtZw/s1600/viajando+y+empanada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVOZxkgfyI/AAAAAAAAGg0/qUjZeakxtZw/s400/viajando+y+empanada.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491381525358346018" /></a>Y la lluvia que siempre acompaña a los motociclistas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVOpNUz7MI/AAAAAAAAGg8/7b_5wNXVAEg/s1600/viajando+y+empanada+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVOpNUz7MI/AAAAAAAAGg8/7b_5wNXVAEg/s400/viajando+y+empanada+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491381790506740930" /></a>y después de saltarse varias montañas, merezco comer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alguito</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVO-1TddAI/AAAAAAAAGhE/NqRDaNzKbmw/s1600/viajando+y+empanada+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVO-1TddAI/AAAAAAAAGhE/NqRDaNzKbmw/s400/viajando+y+empanada+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491382162015745026" /></a>Ahí <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">despuecito</span> del peaje de Santuario, autopista <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Medellín</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bogotá</span>, ahí fue donde me detuve a comer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVPcZBgg5I/AAAAAAAAGhM/YyZfNoZd5nQ/s1600/viajando+y+empanada+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVPcZBgg5I/AAAAAAAAGhM/YyZfNoZd5nQ/s400/viajando+y+empanada+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491382669820330898" /></a>Mientras las empanadas estaban, llegaba más leña, y hablaban de los problemas familiares.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVP1P5aS3I/AAAAAAAAGhU/T2DcIFKozCg/s1600/viajando+y+empanada+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TDVP1P5aS3I/AAAAAAAAGhU/T2DcIFKozCg/s400/viajando+y+empanada+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491383096867179378" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ñam</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ñam</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ñam</span>!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-15768365318234628612010-06-24T00:11:00.003-05:002010-06-24T00:17:48.917-05:00Venta de legumbres<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLqB27fM7I/AAAAAAAAGc0/_ndRAackfmI/s1600/venta+de+legumbres.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLqB27fM7I/AAAAAAAAGc0/_ndRAackfmI/s400/venta+de+legumbres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486204613736477618" /></a>Es la legumbre más barata que puedes encontrar. <div>Y no, no es una acuarela, ni una escena de cine. La vida en Prado Centro, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Medellín</span>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-53370835797616868202010-06-24T00:00:00.003-05:002010-06-24T00:03:28.365-05:00Los chocorramos llegan en bicicleta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLnEU6BUJI/AAAAAAAAGcU/B2tatRU_huk/s1600/Ramo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLnEU6BUJI/AAAAAAAAGcU/B2tatRU_huk/s400/Ramo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486201357608243346" /></a>No sé si a ustedes, pero a mi si me causa curiosidad porque la empresa Ramo (S.A) aún tiene a sus trabajadores dando pedal en una ciudad montañosa?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-36635197898618489862010-06-23T23:31:00.004-05:002010-06-23T23:35:59.217-05:00Las iglesias y los cielos de una ciudad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf6d7D31I/AAAAAAAAGcE/2U7vh_4YZas/s1600/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf6d7D31I/AAAAAAAAGcE/2U7vh_4YZas/s400/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486193491648438098" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf5TsA-6I/AAAAAAAAGb8/E42p1UtWyp4/s1600/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf5TsA-6I/AAAAAAAAGb8/E42p1UtWyp4/s400/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486193471721110434" /></a>Una <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">partecita</span> de la catedral Metropolitana vista desde el <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">parqueadero</span> del edificio Argos.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf4ARMiZI/AAAAAAAAGbs/k1N-JBCom6M/s1600/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf4ARMiZI/AAAAAAAAGbs/k1N-JBCom6M/s400/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486193449328478610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf3Oj2-yI/AAAAAAAAGbk/ycIFDgy7kk0/s1600/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TCLf3Oj2-yI/AAAAAAAAGbk/ycIFDgy7kk0/s400/los+cielos+de+una+ciudad+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486193435984984866" /></a>Esa debe ser la iglesia San José, o algo así, que queda en el centro. Allí fue que le hicieron la misa a mi tía.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-22244298683632565722010-06-11T00:15:00.003-05:002010-06-11T00:19:48.103-05:00Pasan los Coteros<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBHGqxPb2OI/AAAAAAAAGac/6DraAeXyQok/s1600/los+coteros.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBHGqxPb2OI/AAAAAAAAGac/6DraAeXyQok/s400/los+coteros.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380659561486562" /></a>Venden a cotas cada tanto tiempo, y siempre llevan algo que te gusta poco, pero que necesitas, pero si te lo <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fían</span>, pero es que de otro color, pero es que solo hay de ese...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBHGrcX0Q5I/AAAAAAAAGak/-Y3PCKFWwGQ/s1600/Cotero+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBHGrcX0Q5I/AAAAAAAAGak/-Y3PCKFWwGQ/s400/Cotero+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481380671139365778" /></a>Yo tuve deudas con uno apenas. Demasiada experiencia. Es muy duro deber y no tener plata para pagar.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-82227252665697776652010-06-09T23:31:00.008-05:002010-06-10T00:01:59.343-05:00Un pedacito de la OrientalMe baje en el metro, estación Prado, y leí:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBq5w23KyI/AAAAAAAAGZE/_jCjplHDjCQ/s1600/Me+baje+en+el+metro,+estacion+Prado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBq5w23KyI/AAAAAAAAGZE/_jCjplHDjCQ/s400/Me+baje+en+el+metro,+estacion+Prado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480998287109991202" /></a>Camine mirando el cielo gris, contaminado, que opaca el verde de las montañas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBtBXzkTuI/AAAAAAAAGZM/upKgl3VICNM/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBtBXzkTuI/AAAAAAAAGZM/upKgl3VICNM/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481000616847494882" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBtI3R0bOI/AAAAAAAAGZU/bpa1CtkQY34/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBtI3R0bOI/AAAAAAAAGZU/bpa1CtkQY34/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481000745554963682" /></a>Y en el <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">semáforo</span>, de ese cuando ya no es Avenida Oriental, vi unos malabaristas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBt-OFXKzI/AAAAAAAAGZk/BsCz8ScV99w/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBt-OFXKzI/AAAAAAAAGZk/BsCz8ScV99w/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481001662209796914" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBt9T2ckLI/AAAAAAAAGZc/kymS3CKaOlA/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBt9T2ckLI/AAAAAAAAGZc/kymS3CKaOlA/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481001646577979570" /></a>No tenia mucha visibilidad, e iba tarde para el trabajo, y no se puede uno confiar, porque te roban la cámara. Seguí.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu9yOg5OI/AAAAAAAAGaM/9iwG-Z3ITYA/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu9yOg5OI/AAAAAAAAGaM/9iwG-Z3ITYA/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481002754243618018" /></a>Desde el vidrio polarizado del piso alto donde <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">recogíamos</span> los equipos de grabación, la Oriental se veía bonita, natural, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">plácida</span>.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu9u8ZYUI/AAAAAAAAGaE/R2HEM1ZPqCA/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu9u8ZYUI/AAAAAAAAGaE/R2HEM1ZPqCA/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481002753362321730" /></a>Las luz que pega tenue en los edificios.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu9CtMOWI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/gD5qo90pnF4/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu9CtMOWI/AAAAAAAAGZ8/gD5qo90pnF4/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481002741487384930" /></a>Ya tenía mejor visibilidad. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu87PFHjI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/cXRotAiWsnw/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu87PFHjI/AAAAAAAAGZ0/cXRotAiWsnw/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481002739482041906" /></a>Malabaristas de esquina, que aprendieron <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">solitos</span> a vestirse, a llevar una <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">coreografía</span> y un acrobacia tal, que les diera el pan de cada día a los tres.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu8B_bL0I/AAAAAAAAGZs/mYDN1946yp4/s1600/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+08.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/TBBu8B_bL0I/AAAAAAAAGZs/mYDN1946yp4/s400/un+pedacito+de+la+oriental+08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481002724115558210" /></a>Se puso en verde. Ellos se quedan ahí, saliendo a escena cada 2 minutos, y nosotros rumbo a una cita que tenia anotada en un <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">papelito</span>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-35483846010420244262010-05-28T20:37:00.001-05:002010-05-28T20:38:58.169-05:00Mi ciudad<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABwHHxVSfI/AAAAAAAADYE/cqy5ET0CcwM/s1600/Medellin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABwHHxVSfI/AAAAAAAADYE/cqy5ET0CcwM/s400/Medellin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476500414529882610" /></a><br />Esta es mi ciudad. Llena de adobes.<div><br /></div><div>Medellín.</div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-42658254295110420842010-05-28T20:06:00.003-05:002010-05-28T20:17:34.041-05:00San Jerónimo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABpp8ETieI/AAAAAAAADX8/c_fgq7dfVNc/s1600/Sanjeronimo4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABpp8ETieI/AAAAAAAADX8/c_fgq7dfVNc/s400/Sanjeronimo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476493316102261218" /></a>Lo importante es el recorrido, íbamos por el occidente una tardecita no mas.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABppnPTMhI/AAAAAAAADX0/x5mn0Aqv0NA/s1600/Sanjeronimo3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABppnPTMhI/AAAAAAAADX0/x5mn0Aqv0NA/s400/Sanjeronimo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476493310511231506" /></a>Era San Jerónimo, solo le tomé foto a la iglesia. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABppBUGV0I/AAAAAAAADXs/CTHAfdkkTI4/s1600/Sanjeronimo2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABppBUGV0I/AAAAAAAADXs/CTHAfdkkTI4/s400/Sanjeronimo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476493300330813250" /></a>El cielo estuvo muy azul y la tarde tuvo mucho amarillo.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABpotZ-xNI/AAAAAAAADXk/twsH7sctINU/s1600/Sanjeronimo1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABpotZ-xNI/AAAAAAAADXk/twsH7sctINU/s400/Sanjeronimo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476493294986773714" /></a>Las montañas que nos tocaron en Colombia dejan que uno haga fotos preciosas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Occidente de antioquia, via a Santa fé de Antioquia. </div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-49576165042246093482010-05-28T19:47:00.004-05:002010-05-28T19:54:16.770-05:00Fábricas y montañas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABkf-gDidI/AAAAAAAADXc/DWUM3mu1rdo/s1600/fabrica3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABkf-gDidI/AAAAAAAADXc/DWUM3mu1rdo/s400/fabrica3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476487647398693330" /></a>Las torres de máquinas, las casas-fábrica antiguas, máquinas clásicas, y al aire. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABkfpUcufI/AAAAAAAADXU/oFy7nAMOouI/s1600/fabrica2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABkfpUcufI/AAAAAAAADXU/oFy7nAMOouI/s400/fabrica2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476487641712867826" /></a>El paisaje de las montañas ha cambiado hace muchos años, naranjas y grises entre los verdes. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABkfVHHQqI/AAAAAAAADXM/JLlM6xuNfJs/s1600/fabrica1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/TABkfVHHQqI/AAAAAAAADXM/JLlM6xuNfJs/s400/fabrica1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476487636288225954" /></a>Me encantan las chimeneas, como objetos dentro del paisaje. Lástima que esas chimeneas tiren cosas horribles para respirar y esos hábitos industriales tengan el mundo de color pardo y gris. </div><div><br /></div><div>Los días de hoy, los paisajes de hoy.<br /><br /></div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-88266511615059224082010-05-26T22:57:00.002-05:002010-05-26T22:59:28.976-05:00Viendo caer la tarde por un vidrio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/S_3tuO19AKI/AAAAAAAAGVc/7KvU8I9aTXU/s1600/Viendo+la+tarde+caer+atraves+del+espejo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEU7oUQ9jZ4/S_3tuO19AKI/AAAAAAAAGVc/7KvU8I9aTXU/s400/Viendo+la+tarde+caer+atraves+del+espejo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475794100466548898" /></a>Desde el piso de la Biblioteca de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Comfama</span>, ellas y nosotros, vemos caer la tarde de colores en la ciudad de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Medellín</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-23450793291658923402010-05-23T11:33:00.004-05:002010-05-23T11:47:49.924-05:00Trabajos de noche<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZlAfB08I/AAAAAAAADW8/TZY7QiYO9O8/s1600/Noche8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZlAfB08I/AAAAAAAADW8/TZY7QiYO9O8/s400/Noche8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474505314365723586" /></a>Estábamos trabajando en la noche, viendo como la ciudad se pone bonita. Trabajos invisibles...<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZlFOEXUI/AAAAAAAADW0/2SvHVsFfRYY/s1600/Noche7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZlFOEXUI/AAAAAAAADW0/2SvHVsFfRYY/s400/Noche7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474505315636763970" /></a>La ciudad está sola, marcha a un ritmo diferente</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZkjSYE8I/AAAAAAAADWs/D9_1EJEOF6M/s1600/Noche6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZkjSYE8I/AAAAAAAADWs/D9_1EJEOF6M/s400/Noche6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474505306528027586" /></a>Se cierran las calles y solo habitantes de la noche, espacios vacíos, muertes nocturnas.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZPKqHJ5I/AAAAAAAADWk/T7InbpRbNeQ/s1600/Noche5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZPKqHJ5I/AAAAAAAADWk/T7InbpRbNeQ/s400/Noche5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474504939139442578" /></a>Y a veces no ver nada, entre las luces y las sombras.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZO2vxCjI/AAAAAAAADWc/0vv6p81vC4o/s1600/Noche4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZO2vxCjI/AAAAAAAADWc/0vv6p81vC4o/s400/Noche4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474504933794449970" /></a>Ir rápido a otro lugar,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZOhKW4ZI/AAAAAAAADWU/z0qnrT3FiKA/s1600/Noche3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZOhKW4ZI/AAAAAAAADWU/z0qnrT3FiKA/s400/Noche3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474504928000401810" /></a>Y seguir pintando las rayas del piso, cada 8 meses dicen,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZOS3yzCI/AAAAAAAADWM/6mGCYGAm6J4/s1600/Noche2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZOS3yzCI/AAAAAAAADWM/6mGCYGAm6J4/s400/Noche2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474504924164443170" /></a>Hombres que trabajan, luces por todos lados,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZOBv3ctI/AAAAAAAADWE/k6VSTAm4Fi4/s1600/Noche1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_lZOBv3ctI/AAAAAAAADWE/k6VSTAm4Fi4/s400/Noche1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474504919567790802" /></a>Pare, pare, pare de dia y de noche. La ciudad necesita a veces parar, para poder seguir.</div><div><br /></div><div>Medellín, sector San Diego una noche de trabajo. </div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-35766230064317627672010-05-21T18:16:00.005-05:002010-05-26T22:57:13.021-05:00Ventas ambulantes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_cVlXOJT3I/AAAAAAAADV8/KFq_o5zu0V0/s1600/ventas+ambulantes3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_cVlXOJT3I/AAAAAAAADV8/KFq_o5zu0V0/s400/ventas+ambulantes3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473867603724816242" /></a>En el centro de Medellín, la gafa de moda o el periódico amarillista de turno,<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_cVlBZz_QI/AAAAAAAADV0/CJlk1O2Tjk8/s1600/ventas+ambulantes2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_cVlBZz_QI/AAAAAAAADV0/CJlk1O2Tjk8/s400/ventas+ambulantes2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473867597868170498" /></a>El aguacatico que no falta para el almuerzo o con arepa y sal.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_cVk3EpUFI/AAAAAAAADVs/W3Q0fyeN814/s1600/ventas+ambulantes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_cVk3EpUFI/AAAAAAAADVs/W3Q0fyeN814/s400/ventas+ambulantes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473867595095035986" /></a>Y los confites de siempre, y los viejos de siempre que andan de paseo, pasando jubilación por las calles de esta ciudad</div><div><br /></div><div>Medellín.<br />En el centro de Medellín (Y en muchos centros de Colombia) hay vendedores de todo tipo.<br /></div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22565384354779504.post-71127857110355770512010-05-17T10:52:00.004-05:002010-05-17T12:24:37.771-05:00Monserrate, comida y paisaje<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FvpFXsOcI/AAAAAAAADVk/UcVLWiYkLEY/s1600/monserrate6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FvpFXsOcI/AAAAAAAADVk/UcVLWiYkLEY/s400/monserrate6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472277773838727618" /></a>La montaña al fondo. Esta es la version del Coffee Shop o la Cafeteria de las road movies pero en Bogotano. Solo una gran ventana para ver el verde de la montaña. Ver la nada en medio de la espesura. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FudXLj5TI/AAAAAAAADVc/4KSM3syNYSc/s1600/monserrate5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FudXLj5TI/AAAAAAAADVc/4KSM3syNYSc/s400/monserrate5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276472949630258" /></a>Solo que detrás no estas solo, hay fritos, mucha gente y mucha comida. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_Fuc_x46ZI/AAAAAAAADVU/IgU4hbx6blE/s1600/monserrate4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_Fuc_x46ZI/AAAAAAAADVU/IgU4hbx6blE/s400/monserrate4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276466667940242" /></a>Delicias locales, para escoger y disfrutar. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FucHvvzhI/AAAAAAAADVM/PcgBzeNoOuw/s1600/monserrate3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FucHvvzhI/AAAAAAAADVM/PcgBzeNoOuw/s400/monserrate3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276451626569234" /></a>Y las bebidas de siempre, para sentir a los ancestros,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FubwYuW3I/AAAAAAAADVE/v_NVALu_sEQ/s1600/monserrate2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FubwYuW3I/AAAAAAAADVE/v_NVALu_sEQ/s400/monserrate2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276445355989874" /></a>Y mirar lo que somos hoy, desde arriba para no perder el punto de vista,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FubeQVtkI/AAAAAAAADU8/dG4D0bv5kOg/s1600/monserrate1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VlzNxnMRz-g/S_FubeQVtkI/AAAAAAAADU8/dG4D0bv5kOg/s400/monserrate1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472276440488982082" /></a>Y ver caer la tarde, Monserrate es un lugar para no perderse de Bogotá. Muy local, y muy bonito.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Ana Maria Vallejohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17669755122871001963noreply@blogger.com0