tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50668468736377950922011-07-08T11:12:54.691+02:00vida diaria de un sufrido árbol que las ve pasar...baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-852576822457377662010-01-31T09:53:00.002+01:002010-01-31T09:57:21.554+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2VFl6OurEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CcA35XntcX8/s1600-h/DSC05086+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2VFl6OurEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/CcA35XntcX8/s400/DSC05086+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432825043080883266" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-85257682245737766?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-82594065333310188272010-01-30T22:43:00.001+01:002010-01-30T22:46:45.266+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2SojrZYG6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ITenI0nv2II/s1600-h/IMG_4697+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2SojrZYG6I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ITenI0nv2II/s400/IMG_4697+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432652381413710754" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-8259406533331018827?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-61676544835770377892010-01-30T08:49:00.000+01:002010-01-30T08:53:52.606+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2PksE8lujI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GBtvIY6f4AE/s1600-h/DSC05232+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2PksE8lujI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GBtvIY6f4AE/s400/DSC05232+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432437021432199730" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-6167654483577037789?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-89996267843519621962010-01-30T08:39:00.000+01:002010-01-30T08:43:28.862+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2PigZyRaqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVvb8fBP8ws/s1600-h/DSC05298+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2PigZyRaqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sVvb8fBP8ws/s400/DSC05298+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432434621844384418" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-8999626784351962196?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-74150816431505461672010-01-29T22:17:00.001+01:002010-01-29T22:21:45.840+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2NRTb52h4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7gGVrWIqTR4/s1600-h/berlin+01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2NRTb52h4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/7gGVrWIqTR4/s400/berlin+01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432274969888720770" border="0" /></a><br />Aquests de rigoròs, gèlid (amb la tímida lluentor del sol) i silenciòs hivern...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7415081643150546167?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-66629351547478805472010-01-29T08:58:00.000+01:002010-01-29T09:11:51.900+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2KYL2EHcPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_NFf_MWGntY/s1600-h/DSC05186+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S2KYL2EHcPI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_NFf_MWGntY/s400/DSC05186+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432071429821001970" border="0" /></a><br />Aquests particulars moviments responen a un volgué reviure un present que ja es passat, i que per molt recent que sigui, ja actúa com una sageta, una ferida d'emoció...<br />Un passant que estaria fixat, congelat en imatges fotogràfiques convencionals, però amb l'intenció i la necessitat que prenguin vida.<br />Aquestes imatges precisen, agafen (o necessiten) moviment, com un primitiu, curt i minimalista seqüenciat d'imatges cinematogràfiques, però son en visió instantània, única, en un solt fotograma, expressiu, misteriòs, màgic i viu fotograma en moviment.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-6662935154747880547?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-43110299838908836652010-01-03T07:45:00.000+01:002010-01-03T07:52:59.931+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S0A-Mu1i8VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NX31nF17Z7M/s1600-h/IMG_4413+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/S0A-Mu1i8VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NX31nF17Z7M/s400/IMG_4413+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422402339806048594" border="0" /></a><br />Dins la fredò un xic desolada, d'aquest primers dies de l'any...<br />Soc amagat al fons de la profunda cripta de la biblioteca, s'acosten els exàmens...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4311029983890883665?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-38225237641671889242010-01-02T06:07:00.000+01:002010-01-02T06:17:13.818+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sz7WuFa0iUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_DdMD2OZxT0/s1600-h/matinades+fredes_01+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sz7WuFa0iUI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_DdMD2OZxT0/s400/matinades+fredes_01+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422007088617654594" border="0" /></a><br />Més enllà de la finestra, poc endevinem com serà aquest especial any, que sospito ple de canvis...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-3822523764167188924?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-10297660251943237082010-01-01T05:42:00.000+01:002010-01-01T05:46:26.490+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sz1-EhzD8WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/r06DRMytLqE/s1600-h/IMG_4161+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sz1-EhzD8WI/AAAAAAAAAGo/r06DRMytLqE/s400/IMG_4161+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421628142681059682" border="0" /></a><br />...esperant el proper nadal.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">La vida sigue y continúa...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-1029766025194323708?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-88180300366828560722009-12-07T20:15:00.000+01:002009-12-07T20:16:59.690+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sx1UoirimDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CHZfM36U-QY/s1600-h/IMG_3790+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sx1UoirimDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CHZfM36U-QY/s400/IMG_3790+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412575382650132530" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-8818030036682856072?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-43140996635842410332009-12-07T20:12:00.000+01:002009-12-07T20:15:05.180+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sx1ULIB7v5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ntJiyIR5vfA/s1600-h/IMG_3718+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sx1ULIB7v5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ntJiyIR5vfA/s400/IMG_3718+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412574877280092050" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4314099663584241033?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-76157040076218084712009-12-04T15:01:00.000+01:002009-12-04T15:04:02.713+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SxkWvM7KHuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k-L0vpKgPOQ/s1600-h/santa+barbara_04+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SxkWvM7KHuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k-L0vpKgPOQ/s400/santa+barbara_04+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411381427441376994" border="0" /></a><br />Tot un personatge, una dona important !!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7615704007621808471?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-56998814463615291432009-11-19T19:00:00.000+01:002009-11-19T19:11:27.193+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SwWKDntPVbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mnOnWmuoAqE/s1600/plomes_01+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SwWKDntPVbI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mnOnWmuoAqE/s400/plomes_01+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405878722531120562" border="0" /></a><br />Omple el teu quadern de bitàcola poc a poc, pàgina a pàgina... No t'aturis, però fes-ho a mà... tanca el portàtil i cultiva la teva intraferible i personal cal·ligrafía. Aquest estrafolàri segle 21 val la pena escriure'l...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-5699881446361529143?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-32641601907425971062009-11-11T05:33:00.000+01:002009-11-11T19:54:00.846+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Svo_rxkI5jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hhTYXpz23ps/s1600-h/dimonits+male%C3%AFts_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Svo_rxkI5jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hhTYXpz23ps/s400/dimonits+male%C3%AFts_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402700724256171570" border="0" /></a><br />Aquests ara tencats dins la reserva del MNAC, de nit, surten del retaule ha veure a qui poden marejar... Dissabte al capvespre i desprès de fotografiar-los, es va exhaurir de cop, la bateria de la meva càmera...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-3264160190742597106?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-81043177185008318822009-11-09T06:52:00.000+01:002009-11-09T07:06:45.448+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Svew-_dicjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-6UQEdjfkns/s1600-h/lloren%C3%A7+saragoss%C3%A0_mestre+de+villahermosa_mare+de+d%C3%A9u+de+la+llet+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Svew-_dicjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-6UQEdjfkns/s400/lloren%C3%A7+saragoss%C3%A0_mestre+de+villahermosa_mare+de+d%C3%A9u+de+la+llet+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401980874287903282" border="0" /></a><br />De dimecres a diumenge he fet un intens viatge... "Contextos 1200 y 1400", un simposi medievalista amb el just seny i moltíssima rauxa, ha estat un somni daurat plé de retaules, manuscrits, pintures murals, portes retallades i després suturades a més d'escales per pujar al cel.... una autèntica delicia deliciosa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-8104317718500831882?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-85022621393904242952009-11-03T13:35:00.000+01:002009-11-03T13:40:50.903+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SvAkg-96YYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qTy55xs72Bw/s1600-h/CIMG0629+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SvAkg-96YYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qTy55xs72Bw/s400/CIMG0629+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399856102294315394" border="0" /></a><br />Un exámen preparadísimo... Para un resultado aterrrrradorrr...<br />Hoy día gris... Mañana buscaré otro color !!.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-8502262139390424295?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-73412848053906457952009-10-31T14:46:00.000+01:002009-10-31T14:53:53.306+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuxBIOB3ceI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tCJ-e-pFx4I/s1600-h/CIMG3884+%28Medium%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuxBIOB3ceI/AAAAAAAAAFo/tCJ-e-pFx4I/s400/CIMG3884+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398761662771065314" border="0" /></a><br />Tinc ja atrapada la lluna creixent d'aquest dies... Busqueu-la al capvespre, es passeja ufana i cada cop més grossa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7341284805390645795?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-24676776510199824022009-10-30T15:14:00.001+01:002009-10-30T15:23:10.358+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sur2KpEMmeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5DNZ3_8xW4c/s1600-h/estiu+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sur2KpEMmeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5DNZ3_8xW4c/s400/estiu+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398397766039542242" border="0" /></a><br />Dies càlids ens acullen i el paisatge de la ciutat es estrafolàri... Gent amb botes i abrigats amb jerseis de coll girat i d'altres amb pantalons curts i samarreta... preciosa imatge d'universalitat humana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-2467677651019982402?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-60859621237217249362009-10-28T07:04:00.000+01:002009-10-28T07:27:12.170+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sufj4k8iOKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t6TKxwdO_J4/s1600-h/somnis+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sufj4k8iOKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/t6TKxwdO_J4/s400/somnis+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397533239556585634" border="0" /></a><br />Ternura a flor de pell, avui... La de la meva estimada filla...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-6085962123721724936?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-35728651929159061922009-10-25T23:33:00.000+01:002009-10-25T23:37:15.030+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuTSzM1pLmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/auykqzXxBAk/s1600-h/IMG_1964+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuTSzM1pLmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/auykqzXxBAk/s400/IMG_1964+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396670030558080610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuTSqgIwytI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gy3lyN8HoDc/s1600-h/IMG_2048+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuTSqgIwytI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gy3lyN8HoDc/s400/IMG_2048+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396669881119722194" border="0" /></a>Dia color mel i plé de músiques a tot volumen...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-3572865192915906192?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-92207974550401666952009-10-24T19:30:00.000+02:002009-10-24T19:34:58.621+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuM6i9qdVHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0kTSNYBj7Ss/s1600-h/IMG_3158+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuM6i9qdVHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0kTSNYBj7Ss/s400/IMG_3158+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396221150862595186" border="0" /></a><br />La ciutat s'apaga en un deliciòs día plé de tempestes dins la ciutat, llamps i trons a dojo... Després surt la lluna i arriba una calma silenciosa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-9220797455040166695?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-55997401623610956272009-10-24T15:07:00.000+02:002009-10-24T15:12:36.963+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuL856N6TaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vpC_f0-NWZc/s1600-h/IMG_3156+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SuL856N6TaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vpC_f0-NWZc/s400/IMG_3156+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396153375353621922" border="0" /></a><br />Avui el cant XXIII de l' Ilíada... Els funerals per l'amic mort... Un Homer desbordant !!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-5599740162361095627?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-44064900851999556002009-10-19T06:41:00.000+02:002009-10-19T06:48:58.537+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StvvSOd23TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VkSkPxZR5i0/s1600-h/calams+i+plomes+de+canya+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StvvSOd23TI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VkSkPxZR5i0/s400/calams+i+plomes+de+canya+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394168075106311474" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Amb</span> elles, i de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">temps</span> en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tems</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">escric</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Haikús</span>... Cada <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cop</span> es <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">distància</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">més</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">aquest</span> "de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">temps</span> en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">temps</span>"... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Haig</span> de ser <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">més</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">aplicat</span>... La vida sigue y continúa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4406490085199955600?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-45332520277711129922009-10-18T23:43:00.000+02:002009-10-18T23:47:54.616+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StuM7jmHHiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K4ucrcYAOJ0/s1600-h/la+tardor+avui++dins+la+ciutat+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StuM7jmHHiI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K4ucrcYAOJ0/s400/la+tardor+avui++dins+la+ciutat+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394059933501562402" border="0" /></a><br />día net, lluminós i transparent... Amb un deliciós color mel...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4533252027771112992?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-79673541947768203392009-10-12T22:45:00.000+02:002009-10-12T22:46:57.907+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StOVtOazZoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_sVXfyE-3GY/s1600-h/ciclamino_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StOVtOazZoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_sVXfyE-3GY/s400/ciclamino_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391817783089784450" border="0" /></a><br />... Hoy en rojo sobre rojo !!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7967354194776820339?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-54654245002823562972009-10-12T22:07:00.000+02:002009-10-12T22:30:56.073+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StORSMfrETI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gnnv9yMvPt0/s1600-h/IMG_3093+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/StORSMfrETI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Gnnv9yMvPt0/s400/IMG_3093+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391812920670359858" border="0" /></a><br />Descansa feliz, rodeada de un muy habitual horror bacui, de cosas y más y más cosas... Pero ella es feliz así, en la placidez de mi estudio... En mi cripta... De fondo y lejanas se suceden y desgranan Las Variaciones Goldberg, con el ya difunto e inolvidable Glenn Gould al piano...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-5465424500282356297?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-57651241078474427952009-10-09T23:00:00.000+02:002009-10-09T23:08:12.291+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Ss-l5daIjnI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZVoE0TVNnSw/s1600-h/rem%C3%B3n+i+oliveres+%2860%29+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Ss-l5daIjnI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZVoE0TVNnSw/s400/rem%C3%B3n+i+oliveres+%2860%29+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390709685551140466" border="0" /></a><br />Y lo fotografiaba todo, todo... Añoro mis jornadas de botas, bosque y trípode... Debo subir para visitar mis hayedos otoñales y bajar luego a dialogar con mis secretos robles... La vida sigue y continúa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-5765124107847442795?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-76798369016968547222009-10-09T14:47:00.000+02:002009-10-09T15:02:11.914+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Ss8ztsfKYFI/AAAAAAAAADk/NApB4SgZ6H4/s1600-h/P1070931+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Ss8ztsfKYFI/AAAAAAAAADk/NApB4SgZ6H4/s400/P1070931+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390584139114766418" border="0" /></a><br />Comí en el Raval , en un pequeño bar de culto. ... En su terraza sólo 3 mesas, atendidas dos , por un banco corrido de madera ... El menú: crema de zanahoria, pescado escabechado y un tiramisú. Deliciosa soledad para un mediodía íntimo y silencioso...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7679836901696854722?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-37431218624347206082009-10-07T16:11:00.000+02:002009-10-09T22:50:04.905+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsymSEKES3I/AAAAAAAAADc/XRrN0VKfS1Y/s1600-h/viva+mexico_02+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsymSEKES3I/AAAAAAAAADc/XRrN0VKfS1Y/s400/viva+mexico_02+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389865683339463538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Una entrañable amiga de la facultad, como podéis suponer MEXICANA, me ha regalado gentilmente ésta "joya- souvenir" de su tierra... completamente feliz estoy con este maravilloso artefacto/contenedor/sombrero, lleno, repleto de golosinas, con sus tipografías y su gráfica totalmente mexicana... gracias Melisa !!<br /><br />Esta entrañable cesta de abigarrados y coloridos paquetitos, me ha llevado a coger una obra de culto mexicana, una novela que siempre que la releo me produce mucha sed, calor, mastico polvo, y veo gallinazos... Pedro Páramo... Ésta novela fué escrita por Rulfo hace 55 años, para mí una obra maestra que me estremece, me hace sentir pequeño...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsymDfYpvzI/AAAAAAAAADU/4ABwezfjXmM/s1600-h/viva+mexico_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsymDfYpvzI/AAAAAAAAADU/4ABwezfjXmM/s400/viva+mexico_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389865432950357810" border="0" /></a><br />"Vine a Comala porque me dijeron que acá vivía mi padre Pedro Páramo." y sigue maravillosa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-3743121862434720608?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-73394232239554091022009-10-04T23:14:00.000+02:002009-10-04T23:22:14.209+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SskRQyLQ1CI/AAAAAAAAADM/d9sjNn-FefM/s1600-h/1070866_R+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SskRQyLQ1CI/AAAAAAAAADM/d9sjNn-FefM/s400/1070866_R+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388857409170101282" border="0" /></a>He preparat marialluïsa i he viatjat fins la meva infància...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SskQrE3MMFI/AAAAAAAAADE/DjUOEaCWiWo/s1600-h/P1070868+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SskQrE3MMFI/AAAAAAAAADE/DjUOEaCWiWo/s400/P1070868+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388856761351155794" border="0" /></a>diumenge de tardor, avui es l'aniversari de l'amiga Montse...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7339423223955409102?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-41924785598749145962009-10-01T21:55:00.000+02:002009-10-01T22:06:34.598+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsUKvNYbToI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qtnN9OKC3hA/s1600-h/IMG_2832+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsUKvNYbToI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qtnN9OKC3hA/s400/IMG_2832+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724335380909698" border="0" />De fons i dins la casa buïda i fosca, en deliciosa soletat, ressona la <span style="font-style: italic;">Messe de Notre Dame</span> d'en <span style="font-style: italic;">Guillaume de Machaut</span>... el moment del <span style="font-style: italic;">Kyrie</span>, una autèntica perla...</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsUK8kk_8EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/whj_M2NWsU0/s1600-h/IMG_2939+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsUK8kk_8EI/AAAAAAAAAC8/whj_M2NWsU0/s400/IMG_2939+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724564945956930" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4192478559874914596?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-74584579087623864932009-10-01T16:08:00.000+02:002009-10-01T16:23:05.583+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsS5KiimXjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2tkFMngdilk/s1600-h/libro+rojo_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SsS5KiimXjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2tkFMngdilk/s400/libro+rojo_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387634644963712562" border="0" /></a><br />Aquí su ideario descansando con los últimos soles y su inolvidable cubierta roja y plástica, ya arrugada por el tiempo... Si Mao levantara la cabeza y viera la china de hoy.... Lokura de kamaradas repletos de marketing i ventas... A sakooooooooooooo !!<br /><br />Auténtica y apokalíptika lokura....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7458457908762386493?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-60974674921247019782009-09-27T10:40:00.000+02:002009-09-27T10:55:57.609+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sr8ogaD4V5I/AAAAAAAAACk/75egh5hpRqk/s1600-h/IMG_2261+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sr8ogaD4V5I/AAAAAAAAACk/75egh5hpRqk/s400/IMG_2261+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386068216574924690" border="0" /></a><br />Ara ja sense flors... Estimo els nenúfars... A l'estiu corro cada matí ha veure obrir-se les seves delicades i a la vegada, exuberants flors... Cada día s'obren i tanquen, com qui s'aixeca el matí i es retira després dins el seu refugi, amb l'arribada del capvespre... El proper estiu tornaré a la cita, llunyana ara, dels meus nenúfars.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-6097467492124701978?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-13386067960225841602009-09-27T10:13:00.000+02:002009-09-27T10:23:06.566+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sr8g1OW8vWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q9mtbkyCrMA/s1600-h/IMG_2516+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sr8g1OW8vWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Q9mtbkyCrMA/s400/IMG_2516+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386059778117909858" border="0" /></a><br />... i la seva vida letàrgica, mandrosa, plena de violenta i deliciosa llum mediterrània. Ara tinc tancat tot l'estiu dins d'un tinter!!.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-1338606796022584160?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-78630530860823287782009-09-20T11:29:00.000+02:002009-09-20T11:41:06.303+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrX4JFftNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/5NBTEfx41xY/s1600-h/IMG_2496+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrX4JFftNlI/AAAAAAAAACU/5NBTEfx41xY/s400/IMG_2496+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383481764568970834" border="0" /></a>Davin Sylvian acompaña dulcemente, con sus difuminadas y susurrantes melodias, la mañana de éste desdibujado día. Busco en mi viaje, el dulce y oloroso otoño...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrX2IETDOVI/AAAAAAAAACM/m-oaeF1rDDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2492+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrX2IETDOVI/AAAAAAAAACM/m-oaeF1rDDQ/s400/IMG_2492+%5B1280x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383479548044327250" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7863053086082328778?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-20642007975712217402009-09-20T08:11:00.000+02:002009-09-20T08:18:13.947+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrXIi5iOi7I/AAAAAAAAACE/9wo5POApnLc/s1600-h/DSC00409+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrXIi5iOi7I/AAAAAAAAACE/9wo5POApnLc/s400/DSC00409+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383429431476784050" border="0" /></a><br />Llums allargassades, mandroses, plàcides i de quasi color mel, acaronen el sofà xinès cercant la tardor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-2064200797571221740?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-40888967913400046262009-09-20T08:01:00.000+02:002009-09-20T08:11:05.436+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrXGo373QvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L4xtJ8rfoug/s1600-h/Di%C3%A1logos+con+la+luz_08+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrXGo373QvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L4xtJ8rfoug/s400/Di%C3%A1logos+con+la+luz_08+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383427335103398642" border="0" /></a><br />Llums gèlides embolcallen el fluir inquietant de la vida... Sempre aquesta vida en el seu viatge, es plena de temors, pors i dubtes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4088896791340004626?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-65642459669117133512009-09-16T15:00:00.000+02:002009-09-16T15:52:35.220+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrDtRY7-ZkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0QFWrDHMtbo/s1600-h/IMG_1875_dicen+que+ma%C3%B1ana+llover%C3%A1+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrDtRY7-ZkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0QFWrDHMtbo/s400/IMG_1875_dicen+que+ma%C3%B1ana+llover%C3%A1+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382062437715306050" border="0" /></a><br />Hoy tregua, mañana dicen que volverá a llover... Me gustan los paisajes acuáticos después de la lluvia... Tienen luz de cielo azul y el testimonio caprichoso de la tormenta, desvanecida ya, sobre las hojas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-6564245966911713351?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-12693303038849272432009-09-16T07:58:00.000+02:002009-09-16T08:26:30.143+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrCE1GraiII/AAAAAAAAABs/tuAdnwi-jdg/s1600-h/IMG_1508+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrCE1GraiII/AAAAAAAAABs/tuAdnwi-jdg/s400/IMG_1508+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381947602568382594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrCEtqiuywI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ab_yYGqDbD4/s1600-h/IMG_1499+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SrCEtqiuywI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ab_yYGqDbD4/s400/IMG_1499+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381947474756684546" border="0" /></a><br />Éstos guardan celosos sus contenidos, pero los muestran... Además recogen en sus reflejos, todo lo que les rodea... Es más, moviendo el punto de vista, nuestra percepción cambia totalmente, el espacio pasa caprichosamente, deformando el reflejo, de sereno a torrencial... Es una maravillosa forma de representación que me inquieta, atrae y fascina... Siempre acaba siendo un viaje interior hacia la personal abstracción... Son mis añorados, deseados y muy queridos: paisajes particulares de espacios torrenciales.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-1269330303884927243?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-4516024945470817472009-09-14T20:52:00.000+02:002009-09-14T20:58:09.693+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq6SIt9jDbI/AAAAAAAAABc/r2saZUXAC6g/s1600-h/nubesde+tormentaen+la+ciudad+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq6SIt9jDbI/AAAAAAAAABc/r2saZUXAC6g/s400/nubesde+tormentaen+la+ciudad+%5B1280x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381399283228675506" border="0" /></a><br />Oteo el cielo de madrugada ya entrada... persigo la luna muy menguante de hoy en su caida, buscando ella, refugio en el horizonte... No la encuentro en el complicado y parcelado cielo de la ciudad, sólo veo nubes de tormenta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-451602494547081747?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-25514709127717947942009-09-14T20:36:00.000+02:002009-09-14T20:51:08.477+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq6QgzAmc4I/AAAAAAAAABU/6spF9ufBxnc/s1600-h/autechre_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq6QgzAmc4I/AAAAAAAAABU/6spF9ufBxnc/s400/autechre_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381397497877263234" border="0" /></a><br />Mi cabeza está turbia y espesa la mañana de hoy, cielo cargadísimo de nubes, cumulus y nimbus de todos los colores, mejor decir "del blanco al negro pasando por toda la gama de grises". Soy persona típicamente mediterránea (preciso del sol) y hoy todo lo que sucede a mi alrededor, me parece un sinsentido.<br />Al final de la mañana, entrado ya el mediodía, diluvia en la ciudad, rayos y truenos violentamente agudos se suceden estereofónicamente, corro hacia casa, llego empapado y en mi temblor acuático, enciendo mesa y ampli, conecto los platos y pincho (a todo volumen) un vinilo de <span style="font-weight: bold;">Autechre, </span>es su trabajo de 1997 titulado <span style="font-weight: bold;">Chinastic Slide</span>, retumba el corte <span style="font-weight: bold;">Nuane</span>, suena formidable con el relleno particular y exclusivo de la ruidosa y tormentosa tormenta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-2551470912771794794?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-58832530819520412622009-09-14T19:39:00.000+02:002009-09-15T23:03:21.966+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq6Dyh8EwpI/AAAAAAAAABE/93lQAbDZV-k/s1600-h/P1070692+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq6Dyh8EwpI/AAAAAAAAABE/93lQAbDZV-k/s400/P1070692+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381383508881359506" border="0" /></a><br />A media tarde vuelve a caer toda el agua del planeta sobre la ciudad y además hace sol... Negras nubes y luz solar, llego a casa empapado otra vez, corro hacia los vinilos de <span style="font-weight: bold;">Autechre</span>, pincho uno al azar y resulta un extraño trabajo éste, de la pareja electrónica de Manchester, un inquietante y metálico piano suena llamando a la lluvia, se oye (el magnífico piano) entre silencios y estridencias... Es un trabajo de 2002 titulado <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ultramatique 6 mix...</span> Después despeja el temporal, se aleja la lluvia... Mi cabeza recupera su tranquilidad y transparencia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-5883253081952041262?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-21296065850135753402009-09-14T07:15:00.000+02:002009-09-14T21:40:29.398+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq3YmyUV3gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CQrRWk_KDOU/s1600-h/IMG_2411+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sq3YmyUV3gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CQrRWk_KDOU/s400/IMG_2411+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381195290631331330" border="0" /></a><br />Será desgranar un universo lleno de nuevos conocimientos... Cada año al iniciar el curso, entro en una enorme rueda que gira y gira, creciendo y creciendo, arrastrándome después de clase, al fondo de mi querida y deliciosa biblioteca... Apuntes, lecturas, libros, imágenes, trabajos y más, se acumulan deliciosamente a mi alrededor... Empieza el duro trabajo, me encierro dentro de mi caparazón y me convierto en un monje, mis hábitos son monacales: mi vejez y mi cerebro (algo atascado ya) no me permiten, ni muchas alegrias ni bajar la guardia... Mi vida se convierte en clausura... Intentaré continuar regularmente éste diario gráfico. Esa visión romántica de árbol, que ve el mundo transitar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-2129606585013575340?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-47300532387654052442009-09-13T11:01:00.000+02:002009-09-13T11:18:49.619+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sqy46u8evFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/24iXfCLEIdw/s1600-h/IMG_2428+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sqy46u8evFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/24iXfCLEIdw/s400/IMG_2428+%5B1024x768%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380878973974527058" border="0" /></a><br />Una exposición mítica y mágica, un viaje por el siglo del JAZZ ( en mayúsculas), lleno, repleto, trufado de música,con la pintura, literatura, el cine y diseño que se articuló alrededor de ésta revolucionaria música, naturalmente faltan cosas, pero hay muchas y de muy distintas disciplinas y todas alli presentes, para ver y para escuchar... Se pueden pasar horas en la muestra revisando la cultura del convulso siglo 20.... Una perla, en el CCCB, en Barcelona... hasta el 18 de octubre de 2009.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-4730053238765405244?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-27603841683398402342009-09-13T10:32:00.000+02:002009-09-13T11:01:17.857+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sqy0UhxnXHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aU9S-Mo26kE/s1600-h/miles+davis_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sqy0UhxnXHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aU9S-Mo26kE/s400/miles+davis_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380873919557753970" border="0" /></a><br />...Recreándome en la música de jazz llevo toda la jornada, ahora sólo en mi estudio y con la baja luz crepuscular pincho negros microsurcos de la revolución "free" en el jazz, pasan Ornette Coleman, Cecil Taylor y otros músicos rompedores... Pero me detengo hipnotizado(ya no hay luz solar, el espacio a oscuras) mientras la aguja penetra en los surcos del vinilo y la música revienta, explota llena de estridencias y misterios desgranando una tras otra las notas, siempre distintas siempre familiares de "Get Up With It". Miles Davis vuelve para cautivar mi alma... rojos colores pintan hojas y frutos desglosados éstos, por negras franjas. Música vivrante, ondulante, silencios y ruidos... mucha emoción llena ahora mi vida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-2760384168339840234?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-31714159159639956832009-09-11T11:24:00.000+02:002009-09-11T11:57:29.737+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sqoe-1J3jNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E39L8c9afHI/s1600-h/atom+heart+mother_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/Sqoe-1J3jNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/E39L8c9afHI/s400/atom+heart+mother_01+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380146769616669906" border="0" /></a><br />Ayer en mi despiste y desconcierto habituales, olvidé citar la música de mi helado sueño...<br />Era Atom Heart Mother, la historia pinkfloydiana de 1970, inspirada ésta, por una noticia de la prensa en la que se citaba el marcapasos atómico implantado a una mujer.... locura que acabó con una vaca en la portada del mítico vinilo y tres vacas más en la contra... en el díptico interior (fotografiado en el riguroso blanco y negro de la época) ventiseis vacas pastando y descansando en la campiña inglesa... eran tiempos en que aún no enloquecían las vacas.... però los marcapasos vanguardistas eran atómicos... un temazo este Atom Heart Mother, 23m 36s de psicodelia musical acompañada de orquesta sinfónica... ¿estaban buscando el camino hacia el rock sinfónico?... cosas de los sueños... hoy he pinchado en mi plato éste vinilo... hacia mucho que no escuchaba a pink Floyd,<br />la vida sigue y continúa....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-3171415915963995683?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5066846873637795092.post-76690242749152720182009-09-10T16:27:00.000+02:002009-09-10T16:35:52.870+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SqkOuhfSAdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COkrWQ_leJw/s1600-h/madelman%27s+story+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_si6r4VFNWaA/SqkOuhfSAdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/COkrWQ_leJw/s400/madelman%27s+story+%5B1024x768%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379847422297113042" border="0" /></a><br />Escenas de personas difuminadas hacia el blanco... dibujadas, desdibujadas, clics de famobil y luego humo... humo blanco y luego nada... entraban y salían del infinito...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5066846873637795092-7669024274915272018?l=baobabcaminaotravez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>baobabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02843229103934841804noreply@blogger.com0