tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34853831904048021792024-02-22T20:58:51.863+01:00Trazos que viven sin hablarUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-66993055585125253392009-03-29T23:48:00.001+02:002009-03-29T23:51:25.512+02:00Papallona<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFbUifUQnw0u36ue8i9JH76QzImIAo6YiG8IIqVOT2OkhySrLSpK8A85Drsso8aWaCuyU-8Oilu5Qefp2nabbh84j465uaYzx8YnmPBkdyePD1yrOGhHOQT4mM0IzzDeaihaxkUycjoeN/s1600-h/2009-03-11+cabell+llarg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFbUifUQnw0u36ue8i9JH76QzImIAo6YiG8IIqVOT2OkhySrLSpK8A85Drsso8aWaCuyU-8Oilu5Qefp2nabbh84j465uaYzx8YnmPBkdyePD1yrOGhHOQT4mM0IzzDeaihaxkUycjoeN/s400/2009-03-11+cabell+llarg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318730485011011650" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-57614752855281859152009-03-11T17:29:00.001+01:002009-03-11T17:31:15.807+01:00Fluoooooooo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xhp2_hXEuCa0CTkF1RHr-bX76936Z16nuJvIOPDOZUXhpG2gh2MvZcZDIb_AgUJJNh0goGTUFDgWVI5pkWivD6X8eP3nEcENBqlUyKzaXKl0udD2p1wgWmxB3S9VCZivwBuJxADJXom-/s1600-h/2009-03-10+faldilla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xhp2_hXEuCa0CTkF1RHr-bX76936Z16nuJvIOPDOZUXhpG2gh2MvZcZDIb_AgUJJNh0goGTUFDgWVI5pkWivD6X8eP3nEcENBqlUyKzaXKl0udD2p1wgWmxB3S9VCZivwBuJxADJXom-/s400/2009-03-10+faldilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311968597405765922" border="0" /></a><br />Provant coses noves amb fluorescents... llàstima que l'scanner no acabi de anar bé amb aquest tipus de colors!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-79388737509706329862009-03-07T15:54:00.003+01:002009-03-07T15:59:11.640+01:00Dracum Nocte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbBhtbKE2WIhRYjnm4upZXGexMbABtdyIZefsMnO_C3D0xO195aCdnmc0-YSnrtC6jw3YJR7b_PvXQMp_me8kjssBmMFd3Qc5igpXFPe7DsIYNs1eWB5N6GhzKXmOFN7fpmV_v_TFi3M_/s1600-h/2008-12-31+Drac+silueta+fons+maco.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNbBhtbKE2WIhRYjnm4upZXGexMbABtdyIZefsMnO_C3D0xO195aCdnmc0-YSnrtC6jw3YJR7b_PvXQMp_me8kjssBmMFd3Qc5igpXFPe7DsIYNs1eWB5N6GhzKXmOFN7fpmV_v_TFi3M_/s400/2008-12-31+Drac+silueta+fons+maco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310460483167367266" border="0" /></a><br />Existe en un lugar<br />Una bella ciudad<br />Añeja emperatriz<br />La mística Montblanc.<br /><br />Su aroma medieval,<br />Sus gentes y esplendor<br />Impregnan en tu ser<br />Una magia especial<br /><br />Despertad, se acerca la noche<br />Invocad, a las fuerzas del mal<br />Se ollen, allá los tambores<br />Ponte tus mejores galas y corre<br />a San Francesc<br />Y en medio de la plaza griten<br />Todos a la vez:<br />¡¡¡Las puertas de la iglesia<br />abran paso al tropel!!!<br /><br />Dracum Nocte, veu amb<br />mi la sang del drac<br />Dracum Nocte, les forces del<br />mal es fan amb Montblanc<br /><br />Cada año por Abril San Jordi<br />quiere venir a matar al dragón...<br />¡¡¡Impidámoslo!!!<br /><br />El fuego ambientará para sacrificar<br />A una moza de bien en un rito jovial<br /><br />Dracum Nocte, bebe conmigo la sangre del dragón<br />Dracum Nocte, las fuerzas del infierno hagan<br />suya esta canción...<br />Dracum Nocte, jorobados con demonios y<br />verdugos danzan ya<br />Dracum Nocte, las torres del castillo a San Jordi ahuyentarán<br /><br />(Saurom Lamderth)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-85909851930525354252009-03-05T13:41:00.004+01:002009-03-05T13:48:53.633+01:00Silueta i fada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDollQQAGPhmLYLooQ53YQsKbKagZEmg-joeSHgtS3Bqii-3vDps7Lv0vyxyeznOnGYeIhOuRZZXHNd2YzWmULU_vK6jWgbWbTvVcwPhrKo1XLk7VDTNmeuYHS8Mhh3JG3B9CVCxsE5y28/s1600-h/2009-03-02+silueta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDollQQAGPhmLYLooQ53YQsKbKagZEmg-joeSHgtS3Bqii-3vDps7Lv0vyxyeznOnGYeIhOuRZZXHNd2YzWmULU_vK6jWgbWbTvVcwPhrKo1XLk7VDTNmeuYHS8Mhh3JG3B9CVCxsE5y28/s400/2009-03-02+silueta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309683153678299730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4lshhAm56Yt-t8h-I6XMd7hycrgxITQBXMThdVs0ovaVpWS8su3yYTk2YrRlAelCqFdRsqQEsEhaJcxcWX_eFgVWGpntbh6erE6CKGvU61j6pfdOcEMIJawwHsyriLIMjGMnvCDo9LFr/s1600-h/2009-03-02+Fada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4lshhAm56Yt-t8h-I6XMd7hycrgxITQBXMThdVs0ovaVpWS8su3yYTk2YrRlAelCqFdRsqQEsEhaJcxcWX_eFgVWGpntbh6erE6CKGvU61j6pfdOcEMIJawwHsyriLIMjGMnvCDo9LFr/s400/2009-03-02+Fada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309683163916497298" border="0" /></a><br />Avui plou i fa sol.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-16416359103389528152009-01-29T16:04:00.005+01:002009-01-29T16:59:02.053+01:00Gantz - Mail<div style="text-align: justify;">Avui... tres dibuixets: 1 de Gantz i 2 d'un altre manga que es diu Mail i que mooola molt xD<br />Tant que començo a veure fantasmes per tot arreu... amb halo de llum al voltant del cap i tot, eh!!<br />Els tres dibuixos estan fets amb tinta i amb l'ajuda d'un pinzell i aigua.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGzSLwh_pxfnsBppwiPrKL5hpYwvGpi9pn9I87NjTDip3v1-w-fortRbyK1SspohqkxhMOI14c73xohk_OooyoLrprPpwau5Mq9HdrK2xKQIjedqbNY9Gnr5adjVxY-ZrB53CK1sEh0aW/s1600-h/2009-01-21+Gantz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGzSLwh_pxfnsBppwiPrKL5hpYwvGpi9pn9I87NjTDip3v1-w-fortRbyK1SspohqkxhMOI14c73xohk_OooyoLrprPpwau5Mq9HdrK2xKQIjedqbNY9Gnr5adjVxY-ZrB53CK1sEh0aW/s400/2009-01-21+Gantz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296741542621213330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Aqui adalt una de Gantz, que no recordo com es diu.. de totes formes la palma relativament aviat, aixi que dona igual!</span><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiqWFinS7-SdmjgJ7nTnj_Wp08IkrwE7DA9xP3rvESHb1MrKcOVlURqavKIyhN5Z5AhQahs5AmB7a_ziZORC7ONVkLJrbDopV-Jcl3S8zFiyXhv0qYzzkd4-y1vlX3s_X_rl7P-UdBHL3/s1600-h/2009-01-22+Mail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsiqWFinS7-SdmjgJ7nTnj_Wp08IkrwE7DA9xP3rvESHb1MrKcOVlURqavKIyhN5Z5AhQahs5AmB7a_ziZORC7ONVkLJrbDopV-Jcl3S8zFiyXhv0qYzzkd4-y1vlX3s_X_rl7P-UdBHL3/s400/2009-01-22+Mail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735717919225202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">1er tomo de Mail.. una fotografa esta fent fotos a una model despullada en un llac (la del dibuix)... al revelar les fotos... sorpresa! Al lloc on hi ha els arbres hi ha la silueta d'una nena sense cap. Un cas per al detectiu Akiba que amb la seva arma Kagutsuchi, dona pau als esperits que vaguen pel mon dels vius.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXoTCjq0-kxEtQHBjfbvp7rDejFecFc9kNrDN6mqhIy0f0wGpcErIoWxP5WVJc7QYIjoMGOf9S3m_KfMQwnvaJhghPnZ26HtEwoKuqlcNFUS4uwNqOjPE_qlO0kE_7TRYeVbBYwYhe3rj/s1600-h/2009-01-29+Mikoto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXoTCjq0-kxEtQHBjfbvp7rDejFecFc9kNrDN6mqhIy0f0wGpcErIoWxP5WVJc7QYIjoMGOf9S3m_KfMQwnvaJhghPnZ26HtEwoKuqlcNFUS4uwNqOjPE_qlO0kE_7TRYeVbBYwYhe3rj/s400/2009-01-29+Mikoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296735729666528626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Mikoto, la petita ajudant del detectiu Akiba... Ressucitada després d'estar esperant durant anys al seu amic, té el do (o mala sort) d'atraure als esperits.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span>Ara per ara, aixo és tot! Quines ganes tinc de que siguin les 16h de demà.. ja hauré acabat els exàmens del modul de porcs i seré lliureeeeeeeeeee.<br /><br />Atentament, un Caiman que us estima moooolt!<br /><br /></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-55654258784712389232009-01-15T18:16:00.001+01:002009-01-15T18:21:17.741+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOMtM25icCUrv7F6_3vlMNqbOs8NYbTabVGE2aD9_RuYHshw3sJ7_wAUi47-l8r8ThO_ePhrRqkKt-EyPmOD3uCkYmGF_j966I7UGw42bM6xHETyFSj-MPJbMavz-l1bF0MroUfAZeEDd/s1600-h/ScannedImage-10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuOMtM25icCUrv7F6_3vlMNqbOs8NYbTabVGE2aD9_RuYHshw3sJ7_wAUi47-l8r8ThO_ePhrRqkKt-EyPmOD3uCkYmGF_j966I7UGw42bM6xHETyFSj-MPJbMavz-l1bF0MroUfAZeEDd/s400/ScannedImage-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291570837623795298" border="0" /></a><br />I can never forget the times<br />When I took what you gave me for granted<br />So I stand accused<br />An I plead guilty to the crime<br />You can lock me away if you want<br />Just as long as your arms are around me,<br />An I wont mind<br />If you just throw away the key<br /><br />(trosset de la canço Guilty of Love de Whitesnake)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-55210691084956228482008-12-09T23:57:00.008+01:002009-01-29T19:36:28.626+01:00Sarah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeXRMqcLpZZZe5QL-oJigGMZdE7TLHmuqQFb5Yh2eniJUoSgPI8asIWi6zVHaDfqs5JJdV9LrO_LU1FDZw1WaXErTlWil0jvx9TMcsmJQSplzywT8zR9dkCdzpkwuZfam9PkyX5YGhPtz/s1600-h/2008-11+Sarah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPeXRMqcLpZZZe5QL-oJigGMZdE7TLHmuqQFb5Yh2eniJUoSgPI8asIWi6zVHaDfqs5JJdV9LrO_LU1FDZw1WaXErTlWil0jvx9TMcsmJQSplzywT8zR9dkCdzpkwuZfam9PkyX5YGhPtz/s400/2008-11+Sarah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296731172484795474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Despierta, tiemblo al mirarte;<br />dormida, me atrevo a verte;<br />por eso, alma de mi alma<br />yo velo mientras tú duermes.<br /><br />Despierta, ríes y al reir tus labios<br />inquietos me parecen<br />relámpagos de grana que serpean<br />sobre un cielo de nieve.<br /><br />Dormida, los extremos de tu boca<br />pliega sonrisa leve,<br />suave como el rastro luminoso<br />que deja un sol que muere.<br />¡Duerme!<br /><br />Despierta, miras y, al mirar, tus ojos<br />húmedos resplandecen,<br />como la onda azul en cuya cresta<br />chispeando el sol hiere.<br /><br />Al través de tus párpados, dormida,<br />tranquilo fulgor vierten,<br />cual derrama de luz, templado rayo,<br />lámpara transparente.<br />¡Duerme!<br /><br />Despierta, hablas y, al hablar, vibrantes<br />tus palabras parecen<br />lluvia de perlas que en dorada copa<br />se derrama a torrentes.<br /><br />Dormida, en el murmullo de tu aliento<br />acompasado y tenua,<br />escucho yo un poema que mi alma<br />enamorada entiende.<br />¡Duerme!<br /><br />Sobre el corazón la mano<br />me he puesto porque no suene<br />su latido y de la noche<br />turbe la calma solemne.<br /><br />De tu balcón las persianas<br />cerré ya porque no entre<br />el resplandor enojoso<br />de la aurora y te despierte.<br />¡Duerme!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Gustavo Adolfo Becquer<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ahir, la Sarah va arribar esgotada del cole i es va quedar adormida al meu costat, al llit, mentre jo estudiava. No vaig poder resistirme, un tros de llibreta i el boligraf Pilot vermell q tenia a la mà i va sortir aquest dibuix.<br /><br /><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-59758051130108838072008-11-29T19:08:00.007+01:002008-11-30T01:32:33.319+01:00...fes-me llum...<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0pPxzQS3eHpz6LgS-3vBTU1T1CB5L2NtFVDoltOrYJMePYmx4HoRe5i1riCXuFlpZaWPFz-ubYPZS3ZExEjfNn9mu4V9RKuqDqXhpP4zfLTvxIWnSGezQMLNnadjB9OQNgj1j3Ygr_x9/s1600-h/2008-11-29+espelma.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0pPxzQS3eHpz6LgS-3vBTU1T1CB5L2NtFVDoltOrYJMePYmx4HoRe5i1riCXuFlpZaWPFz-ubYPZS3ZExEjfNn9mu4V9RKuqDqXhpP4zfLTvxIWnSGezQMLNnadjB9OQNgj1j3Ygr_x9/s400/2008-11-29+espelma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274143324706945714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Petit esbòs fet amb boli i pintat amb Photoshop i el meu llapis màgic.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Unes paraules, escrites amb el mateix boligraf i reescrites amb el llapis màgic perquè quasi no s'entenien en l'oiginal.</span> <meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: trebuchet ms;" lang="es-ES">
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-36932117747457554122008-11-29T15:50:00.003+01:002008-11-29T15:53:18.705+01:00Dama fria, sin color<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGtcWNdn6v_xg0_G1mAgKKyg8uNQs94clDp0JUqOSdEBkX4t__pKJzButtRd6dxFwtVEITAamx3AV1ygVw9ZmjpE_PDR1ruXUy3-VUQceRspAUfZcJkYEHGJMNeVqTQhaYz62fFQaoU1i/s1600-h/gunnm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGtcWNdn6v_xg0_G1mAgKKyg8uNQs94clDp0JUqOSdEBkX4t__pKJzButtRd6dxFwtVEITAamx3AV1ygVw9ZmjpE_PDR1ruXUy3-VUQceRspAUfZcJkYEHGJMNeVqTQhaYz62fFQaoU1i/s400/gunnm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274092263400077938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dama fria sin color<br />busca y lucha su porque<br />entre sombras renacer<br />cual sublime resplandor<br />no irrabies vendaval<br />mi camino maldicion<br />compañera y corazón<br />disvisaba su huracán<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">fragmento de "El Laberinto de los Secretos" de Saurom Lamderth</span><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485383190404802179.post-19121251977099275242008-11-26T22:10:00.006+01:002008-11-26T22:22:28.824+01:00<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >Aquí estic. M'he afegit a la moda dels blogs.</span></p> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >La intenció: penjar alguns dibuixets, esbossos i altres cosetes que fan part de mí, i de nosaltres. Dic nosaltres perquè en aquesta vida m'he creuat amb vosaltres: gent de tot tipus, amics, enemics, familiars, mare, amors i desamors que m'han fet com sóc. Gent que encara m'ha de </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >canviar, gent que ja no em canviarà mai més, i gent que encara no m'han canviat</span></p><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --></style><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES"><span style="font-size:130%;">
<br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="ca-ES"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="ca-ES"> </p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="ca-ES"> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >Per aquest motiu, avui, un esbós d'una dona,</span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" > inacabada,</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >que encara li </span><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >falta molt per aprendre, que encara li falta molt per créixer.
<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;" >I, sobretot, que té ganes de fer-ho.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;" lang="ca-ES"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYmFjmHatXDaoP5zyKhaNPa12sNCTAd9Out2UBWlf4FoRCxEGqRt7XDp5dakeUaaHjeFxxvAOs29R8-q8aYIlcGvNDNmLs1ZYYyTE0uxGxfU-8SCe5L1zvfVGKDgocpAlLFLyjLurdX8C/s1600-h/Creix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvYmFjmHatXDaoP5zyKhaNPa12sNCTAd9Out2UBWlf4FoRCxEGqRt7XDp5dakeUaaHjeFxxvAOs29R8-q8aYIlcGvNDNmLs1ZYYyTE0uxGxfU-8SCe5L1zvfVGKDgocpAlLFLyjLurdX8C/s400/Creix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273076853715321826" border="0" /></a> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;" lang="ca-ES">
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<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >Y la naturaleza me hizo mujer,
<br />de pelo largo, ojos,
<br />nariz y boca de mujer.
<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >Con curvas y pliegues
<br />y suaves hondonadas,
<br />y me cavó por dentro,
<br />me hizo un taller de seres humanos.
<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >Tejió delicadamente mis nervios
<br />y balanceó con cuidado
<br />el número de mis hormonas.
<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >Compuso mi sangre
<br />y me inyectó con ella
<br />para que irrigara
<br />todo mi cuerpo;
<br />nacieron así las ideas,
<br />los sueños, el instinto.
<br /></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >Todo lo creó suavemente
<br />a martillazos de soplidos
<br />y taladrazos de amor,
<br />las mil y una cosas que me hacen
<br />mujer todos los días,
<br />por las que me levanto orgullosa
<br />todas las mañanas
<br />y bendigo mi sexo. </span> </p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:100%;" >Gioconda Belli</span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">
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