tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-212649622024-03-23T18:48:21.011+01:00QUÉ MALA SOY HACIENDO FOTOSNo son grandes fotos, pero existen.Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-54246491422496192552010-04-29T00:22:00.003+02:002010-04-29T00:26:40.266+02:00El único hombre que hay en nuestra habitación<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHqi9w9m8ye_ehi0BzQuk4Q5bZ9-6ZE2b3LB_9y6YIxxJbYm7C4KAPQVhX5tMR60SduoFknpJABdeoz7r8q0f3pRlMiNbAZfBYhKmqMeXcm21h1Rc9OQ0fiEXx4GgFq8o-mWs/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHqi9w9m8ye_ehi0BzQuk4Q5bZ9-6ZE2b3LB_9y6YIxxJbYm7C4KAPQVhX5tMR60SduoFknpJABdeoz7r8q0f3pRlMiNbAZfBYhKmqMeXcm21h1Rc9OQ0fiEXx4GgFq8o-mWs/s400/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465318115122443810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYJb9CD5uF_sCEC1b5kEjVZ2RorsnNXgcNCuyUfQ9igy1zhtpq6W5V4Ke9IsLcAlDF1cv700l6up7uNNYiV1z0-gD5pMJQB6jaYK4ZmeNPxGViV3gTrCmGn-mj9u6J8AN9Whc/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">está colgado y dentro de un marco. Es muy guapo y empezó a ser actor por accidente. Dejó de serlo por lo mismo.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-71884326158651276872010-01-17T19:22:00.003+01:002010-01-17T19:29:56.211+01:00Amanecer en el nus de la trinitat<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_scjOhl59JmdPkQaDBwsOnqyTjZ59fmowrwe5-M5t13RlAljgzDOuuLN_BSt_sJcqUUey1Ji9GDwXYHmRhAiEaVtgHxLwN1V4O-vxDDS94Jl9h2bGnPi3bs0qlClL-pPUmvs/s1600-h/amanecer_nus_trinitat.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9_scjOhl59JmdPkQaDBwsOnqyTjZ59fmowrwe5-M5t13RlAljgzDOuuLN_BSt_sJcqUUey1Ji9GDwXYHmRhAiEaVtgHxLwN1V4O-vxDDS94Jl9h2bGnPi3bs0qlClL-pPUmvs/s400/amanecer_nus_trinitat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427776307205065410" border="0" /></a>Un día lleno de posibilidades, como cuando somos pequeños.<br /><br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-14765096660261093542010-01-17T19:09:00.003+01:002010-01-17T19:19:35.736+01:00Cubos de cemento tapando el mar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYLfiV4kTvybEcQfmEUrL_45AmlIliYOKITieEuk21Ik5eEv5JRUXEkHJoeI934eB1Mu9nGoSTWm39Uz2JwxUCuO-mHffBF4BfI_Q4oVfYIr19ZD11UwJ0vMzb-XP1QxbFq2F/s1600-h/mar_tapado_por_cemento.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrYLfiV4kTvybEcQfmEUrL_45AmlIliYOKITieEuk21Ik5eEv5JRUXEkHJoeI934eB1Mu9nGoSTWm39Uz2JwxUCuO-mHffBF4BfI_Q4oVfYIr19ZD11UwJ0vMzb-XP1QxbFq2F/s400/mar_tapado_por_cemento.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427774216326622482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Barcelona, en este punto. Cada día me da rabia no poder ver el mar por culpa de esos cubos de cemento olvidados. Tenía que hacerles una foto.</div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-37516161586634797992009-10-15T14:11:00.001+02:002009-10-15T14:16:23.184+02:00Mi nuevo hogar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsJBPd9nGvFfsSFXUmIGQ-66gWB5gFO48FuMUlmzjh69vV_0Yj0GbQcQcAghy83XjxPy-nJOvCTJEGE220nLQojuhLQOu1Y53FwqzjyzFYjE1pWTRCmHa9T4IZmCh4eJ64kyO/s1600-h/minuevohogar.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFsJBPd9nGvFfsSFXUmIGQ-66gWB5gFO48FuMUlmzjh69vV_0Yj0GbQcQcAghy83XjxPy-nJOvCTJEGE220nLQojuhLQOu1Y53FwqzjyzFYjE1pWTRCmHa9T4IZmCh4eJ64kyO/s320/minuevohogar.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392798552350037234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mi nueva mesa, mi nueva ventana, mi nuevo radiador, mi nueva vida...<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-5701060404644483252009-10-15T13:53:00.005+02:002009-10-15T14:18:28.686+02:00Siempre debe quedar uno<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopbRkXgfTeb0EBX-NiOTOQs8NkKoAR8A9jK9i9l33VgSaTSocrBPzuXnfZ9UpARgUA12sQtTrT5vvFfMETLXdjY4JndmvuUZ59qShKDrsxEOGhFpyOedXda_pDlPxRm8AwEG_/s1600-h/oto%C3%B1oencasa.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiopbRkXgfTeb0EBX-NiOTOQs8NkKoAR8A9jK9i9l33VgSaTSocrBPzuXnfZ9UpARgUA12sQtTrT5vvFfMETLXdjY4JndmvuUZ59qShKDrsxEOGhFpyOedXda_pDlPxRm8AwEG_/s320/oto%C3%B1oencasa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392797577152539266" border="0" /></a>Ese es el secreto que me contó mi padre.<br /><br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-9089228483332733652009-09-15T23:51:00.000+02:002009-09-15T23:53:23.907+02:00Haciendo caravana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswnnSOm3APxl9tLeuPLfA3fyASLaPa8RGAx-N9ySgt-kqNngJo2ZFQK1BxpigPFu14x2tUZcklrxHEZS12w9RKSohQnknhpy4qmmGXfknRDtvxeY7pStadG6BOmOEYzFDX8ws/s1600-h/caravana.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswnnSOm3APxl9tLeuPLfA3fyASLaPa8RGAx-N9ySgt-kqNngJo2ZFQK1BxpigPFu14x2tUZcklrxHEZS12w9RKSohQnknhpy4qmmGXfknRDtvxeY7pStadG6BOmOEYzFDX8ws/s320/caravana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381815202815911970" border="0" /></a><br />Que el primer día de trabajo después de vacaciones llueva es...<br />una mierda.Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-9574144370652202932009-09-15T23:44:00.000+02:002009-09-15T23:50:59.326+02:00Bebiendo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdvVCuXZI06C9ADsgubWgtRQY7kO1FN0pahQTHHqGIhdr-LOoYwG_UZUzfhfkz6SrtK8c-wnchSDpP4GtbvqEdUVF86CEOiUgxO-gKDEGwblvKFwpUqg5tGW8NTphlpiCvNDA/s1600-h/mojitosencambrils.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdvVCuXZI06C9ADsgubWgtRQY7kO1FN0pahQTHHqGIhdr-LOoYwG_UZUzfhfkz6SrtK8c-wnchSDpP4GtbvqEdUVF86CEOiUgxO-gKDEGwblvKFwpUqg5tGW8NTphlpiCvNDA/s320/mojitosencambrils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381814740767230610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">El modo "velas" de mi cámara es de lo más cachondo.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-69059294281162055082009-04-26T16:08:00.001+02:002009-04-26T16:08:57.982+02:00Mi pedal nuevo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPC3gE69JRYZ6JIj4tP4i7W6sETqsPHTm5v4pUT7cG9uWNcfnNdXsj0_lFb2eEoCiJo5K9i8anR_3Nj1otcpdUc6UxR3dtyqgADMxqMWJ1mGf-8s1xKYggE9yPGuH_yfZ6Nt2c/s1600-h/IMG0601A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPC3gE69JRYZ6JIj4tP4i7W6sETqsPHTm5v4pUT7cG9uWNcfnNdXsj0_lFb2eEoCiJo5K9i8anR_3Nj1otcpdUc6UxR3dtyqgADMxqMWJ1mGf-8s1xKYggE9yPGuH_yfZ6Nt2c/s400/IMG0601A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329001730289113362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Pedal que graba loops para tocar como Feist.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-92030873375799959132009-04-26T16:06:00.000+02:002009-04-26T16:12:26.327+02:00Reloj de sol en una playa de la Costa Dorada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7j8KDdavOMZlZVXbbxeU3umwbNfmh-grJhMwmXfWfwnZ6a0cuknEJd5JQOV5GOpsj1AzjJrmtbM9eUbMDsYmk89vtHWizNauiNacCsfh1C5BWx61KZILE72BwZNawq0JDQaF3/s1600-h/IMG0594A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7j8KDdavOMZlZVXbbxeU3umwbNfmh-grJhMwmXfWfwnZ6a0cuknEJd5JQOV5GOpsj1AzjJrmtbM9eUbMDsYmk89vtHWizNauiNacCsfh1C5BWx61KZILE72BwZNawq0JDQaF3/s400/IMG0594A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329001416300389394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Tengo una habilidad, una, sé calcular el tiempo sin reloj.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-7335335021214251442009-04-26T16:04:00.000+02:002009-04-26T16:06:30.060+02:00Sombras en la arena de la playa un día que hizo sol en Semana Santa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5OjbUE-qoQKnTiUF7KNT_X8zKp3nRgfqEEzUP4zblcVqP31LMXyA1I38PHHQpL_iICEynU3pjUPs9grovnwP9Lzm0YzaNYYDW8v-KI4Uao2t013viY_sKcXaVh7c3otC8OSW/s1600-h/IMG0593A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5OjbUE-qoQKnTiUF7KNT_X8zKp3nRgfqEEzUP4zblcVqP31LMXyA1I38PHHQpL_iICEynU3pjUPs9grovnwP9Lzm0YzaNYYDW8v-KI4Uao2t013viY_sKcXaVh7c3otC8OSW/s400/IMG0593A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329001019536948866" border="0" /></a>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-43414809207054870222009-04-26T16:01:00.000+02:002009-04-26T16:04:01.142+02:00Zapatillas en la azotea del Círculo de Bellas Artes<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7anRQxgwIUQr6hr-g03RkL7azD5Ph52RSH0DTDIlPKVwke2l1NcGqIGRqJns_aXLjHlmeF3KitEFASRi4Mmhk7aVnwVjAtB8gOS9_lV4x-EXg3mmTqL1-SVHxaH84FI-E1diq/s1600-h/IMG0581A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7anRQxgwIUQr6hr-g03RkL7azD5Ph52RSH0DTDIlPKVwke2l1NcGqIGRqJns_aXLjHlmeF3KitEFASRi4Mmhk7aVnwVjAtB8gOS9_lV4x-EXg3mmTqL1-SVHxaH84FI-E1diq/s400/IMG0581A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329000184747458850" border="0" /></a><br />Odiamos un poquitín las Munich doradas y plateadas.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-40640970355781645822009-04-26T16:00:00.000+02:002009-04-26T16:01:38.323+02:00Más vino en Madrid<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr0dKsTXaoFsnw6PfESIUXz6vgK-oJ79iL5qBAws3IG6rqJbKck0AW6cfBy5HGlVELxqyJUvFy7_ttoMOgLP1unYyMB7iv9MKLTJRlVZzT1xnLm8nMP6JDShhHibaRd0UIWL2/s1600-h/IMG0578A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr0dKsTXaoFsnw6PfESIUXz6vgK-oJ79iL5qBAws3IG6rqJbKck0AW6cfBy5HGlVELxqyJUvFy7_ttoMOgLP1unYyMB7iv9MKLTJRlVZzT1xnLm8nMP6JDShhHibaRd0UIWL2/s400/IMG0578A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328999897855060946" border="0" /></a>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-80041612780284878672009-04-26T15:59:00.001+02:002009-04-26T16:00:49.906+02:00Las casas del río desde una copa de vino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pg5OKusbQYN6fL0Uvfnzg0v-49nnYIOsbrgvBWqzHOLIGrMtgQQPkx67wpY_S7Zj0uXElGjGpeUHBW8vg6zYx_L87TNrMFCdd_5h1VWv9EOk58NYTfAEJJF17jnoUjPZdNdu/s1600-h/IMG0562A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pg5OKusbQYN6fL0Uvfnzg0v-49nnYIOsbrgvBWqzHOLIGrMtgQQPkx67wpY_S7Zj0uXElGjGpeUHBW8vg6zYx_L87TNrMFCdd_5h1VWv9EOk58NYTfAEJJF17jnoUjPZdNdu/s400/IMG0562A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328999536122386354" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Recuerdos en Girona.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-38587181847028306092008-11-27T22:52:00.000+01:002008-11-27T22:53:36.246+01:00Rubia con mandarina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5v20r9OsXDwByhpDmCCupn2tLhai1kVv47W-Ul_vgNoMkUC0cBA5G8cpLVkPbZSxMig1gQ4-bRSWMUtHV_KFETAH_AcPZ4wa-HyVp7l5B4ABz87deN7RaPMAyyBRf40jWswUp/s1600-h/IMG0476A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5v20r9OsXDwByhpDmCCupn2tLhai1kVv47W-Ul_vgNoMkUC0cBA5G8cpLVkPbZSxMig1gQ4-bRSWMUtHV_KFETAH_AcPZ4wa-HyVp7l5B4ABz87deN7RaPMAyyBRf40jWswUp/s400/IMG0476A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273458696825408690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Qué bonitas me parecen las mandarinas.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-3980542370939330472008-08-31T21:33:00.000+02:002008-08-31T21:44:53.301+02:00Navidad a deshoras cómo sucede en las cortinillas de TV3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskJwiZdhW_nF4PWXl0b_-LUnoJfsbmp_DufIwIcVFdXUyNfthVXG5kZFeSBBRx5WmMv3ydUh6i0qfj8zdXmBE7Xou9clpavgTMXDZQlNZFi2PIF94zVgOklWKw8hAVPAUquvv/s1600-h/IMG0143A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskJwiZdhW_nF4PWXl0b_-LUnoJfsbmp_DufIwIcVFdXUyNfthVXG5kZFeSBBRx5WmMv3ydUh6i0qfj8zdXmBE7Xou9clpavgTMXDZQlNZFi2PIF94zVgOklWKw8hAVPAUquvv/s400/IMG0143A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240768472297880418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mojito en el bar de Doctor en Alaska -<span>tú sabes </span>que no es su nombre original-<br /><br /><br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-46004415534436114532008-08-31T21:19:00.000+02:002008-08-31T21:33:03.135+02:00La hora del Angelus<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspyZuZqkhxVEAM2VVP1YqJxoqOLi5r2nmZq77BEUzKXZaYb_2GheSQaOTY6CkaEP33GQTfHpCggTW4U4oJgSl6kI1eXl_87zOQBcDSUbamOjQjxl0VE3u6m6qnyUp9G-angPf/s1600-h/IMG0378A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspyZuZqkhxVEAM2VVP1YqJxoqOLi5r2nmZq77BEUzKXZaYb_2GheSQaOTY6CkaEP33GQTfHpCggTW4U4oJgSl6kI1eXl_87zOQBcDSUbamOjQjxl0VE3u6m6qnyUp9G-angPf/s400/IMG0378A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240763868453835874" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Cristina, mi compañera de piso durante algunos años de universidad, sentía fascinación por el <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Angelus</span> de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Millet</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dalí</span> también. Por eso me acordé de ella cuando vi la escena en la Casa-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Museu</span> Salvador <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dalí</span> en <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Portlligat</span> que es donde hice la foto.<br /><br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-56364078379822209892008-06-20T19:11:00.000+02:002008-06-20T19:13:47.571+02:00Semi-naturaleza muerta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZE4UNAZ-_Bl6C2ef9B3Bt3vXPrfq2sXyE1OqOIo2fLgyAFNEuErju76qZHZuZCqbukkUhwFbPIwnt8Qtz5-yfAxSOfWHnVoMyB9b_n4SheegM_NQZfVlN0xgHbU1H-ganuNN1/s1600-h/IMG0237A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZE4UNAZ-_Bl6C2ef9B3Bt3vXPrfq2sXyE1OqOIo2fLgyAFNEuErju76qZHZuZCqbukkUhwFbPIwnt8Qtz5-yfAxSOfWHnVoMyB9b_n4SheegM_NQZfVlN0xgHbU1H-ganuNN1/s400/IMG0237A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214012928373973490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Rosa recién cortada y bote con <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cápsulas</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nespresso</span>.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-17273843171792190932008-06-20T18:43:00.000+02:002008-06-20T18:52:43.448+02:00Si te hacen fotos de espaldas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeW1i9vQxOiiQYiBg4qGobOHUEmFciDwOVl28foP2i3fQchE_7NjsvQuA5TEc9m5wZkHuABuWoHSLV3MX3wTapMkg2JQl4VjpGXmvsf3qg-ysP8U2JzD3fobLaBpjI3vOdsLxq/s1600-h/IMG0249A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeW1i9vQxOiiQYiBg4qGobOHUEmFciDwOVl28foP2i3fQchE_7NjsvQuA5TEc9m5wZkHuABuWoHSLV3MX3wTapMkg2JQl4VjpGXmvsf3qg-ysP8U2JzD3fobLaBpjI3vOdsLxq/s400/IMG0249A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214005458439169346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">No sé por qué pero me recuerda a Munch.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-2102634546635820322008-06-05T05:00:00.000+02:002008-06-20T19:02:55.667+02:00A la basura!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6J8dssP9iwT-F9ghoujQSn73RnZruzi7TAoBmyNZy67PsldV8iTx_DiDZIGdFkfSmnkqHkNeE1W1Ynd8KMnfLwTCxexJOLvD8fNBhvSe4yY60NKjiaaihbKxwumb1NZe9h0G/s1600-h/IMG0267A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK6J8dssP9iwT-F9ghoujQSn73RnZruzi7TAoBmyNZy67PsldV8iTx_DiDZIGdFkfSmnkqHkNeE1W1Ynd8KMnfLwTCxexJOLvD8fNBhvSe4yY60NKjiaaihbKxwumb1NZe9h0G/s400/IMG0267A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214009422858943362" border="0" /></a>Papeles y más papeles triturados, y no tan triturados.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-27966193243555990742008-06-01T19:08:00.000+02:002008-06-20T19:10:41.014+02:00Tocar la luz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DoOHGRSWHz8NVHPG9ekfykvzPHzIpoRjDk2vPJkVWdZvyorqUZsWeYEg9sbqq79dVCFXRmIQw92oD61puAFhiNOz1F74adVIBJ64MqYgzYdJQvG3QQy7xmGqiIPLA6te95jJ/s1600-h/IMG0239A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0DoOHGRSWHz8NVHPG9ekfykvzPHzIpoRjDk2vPJkVWdZvyorqUZsWeYEg9sbqq79dVCFXRmIQw92oD61puAFhiNOz1F74adVIBJ64MqYgzYdJQvG3QQy7xmGqiIPLA6te95jJ/s400/IMG0239A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214011947823011458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cosas que no se pueden atrapar con las manos.<br /><br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-13330142193263865232008-05-20T19:52:00.000+02:002008-06-20T18:57:28.913+02:00Triturando<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0hJ1VLrRFBP2mfYUlEKVSCJSlHc8SooQTP3IbMlAR3KyfbYL6qz4IljPr3pdVTXKnGhEnwEkd7430A_l8-4wVW1NIr0dzVJDSbIcc4cUG7iipgH_OsUmG1Eo9BjsnJ-lpmX5/s1600-h/IMG0266A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0hJ1VLrRFBP2mfYUlEKVSCJSlHc8SooQTP3IbMlAR3KyfbYL6qz4IljPr3pdVTXKnGhEnwEkd7430A_l8-4wVW1NIr0dzVJDSbIcc4cUG7iipgH_OsUmG1Eo9BjsnJ-lpmX5/s400/IMG0266A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214007833770299042" border="0" /></a><br />Facturas, mails, cartas, poemas de adolescencia, algunas páginas de libreta, billetes de avión, partituras secretas, cosas escritas con letra que ya no entiendo, canciones que ya me sé de memoria...etc.Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-81969749613217153092008-04-25T00:16:00.000+02:002008-04-25T00:18:56.784+02:00La casa en obras y mi piano en medio<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxt0Npej8Gh5bx6ylutFLrq6cEdv78NgEGDu96YOidoVLKgQLbPWTCxIR5Q5JB51WJ8GaL495dTf-62uW7qtZmNBkyskylxrVZvHb2wqTS3NLx3QxaK7Frrce6Uid7VgZHTpE0/s1600-h/IMG0138A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxt0Npej8Gh5bx6ylutFLrq6cEdv78NgEGDu96YOidoVLKgQLbPWTCxIR5Q5JB51WJ8GaL495dTf-62uW7qtZmNBkyskylxrVZvHb2wqTS3NLx3QxaK7Frrce6Uid7VgZHTpE0/s400/IMG0138A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192939545848832114" /></a><br /><br />Le pasa como a los perros, que no sabe dónde meterse.Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-32763311987514885372008-04-25T00:11:00.000+02:002008-04-25T00:16:31.779+02:00Domingo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOFbXske2aIVNOXWg7-S7Y9khag1LVGlaTN39X7wuFiGT5YhZIK273OFvXRLuR8-R4Eap-9HnteY5hit3HYJf0QiaIt4PbT7HeYlsOl-3coamakskLFdtbwL5hvbpFTxJviIA/s1600-h/IMG0124A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOFbXske2aIVNOXWg7-S7Y9khag1LVGlaTN39X7wuFiGT5YhZIK273OFvXRLuR8-R4Eap-9HnteY5hit3HYJf0QiaIt4PbT7HeYlsOl-3coamakskLFdtbwL5hvbpFTxJviIA/s400/IMG0124A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192938596661059682" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pescado al horno. Y los peces en el mar.Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-31151961789149011902008-01-28T19:05:00.001+01:002008-01-28T19:11:14.740+01:00La ventana de la cocina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUnOIl5OWqrrOS0e2Q889i4HEerNbh3a8zwi8VMBvGS3mj9hixNUo3KM4PNGQAL6s-U0O3lBojRHNDluvxPnFnUXpzKL9E9njgpzph6mpXICDfSbz1Lk1WSdI91MHxtqNYGu_/s1600-h/21-10-07_1726.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJUnOIl5OWqrrOS0e2Q889i4HEerNbh3a8zwi8VMBvGS3mj9hixNUo3KM4PNGQAL6s-U0O3lBojRHNDluvxPnFnUXpzKL9E9njgpzph6mpXICDfSbz1Lk1WSdI91MHxtqNYGu_/s400/21-10-07_1726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160590476991627842" border="0" /></a><br />Antes soñaba con nieve en Barcelona, pero ahora mi deseo se ha reducido a lluvia. Lluvia sencilla, lluvia de la de toda la vida.Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21264962.post-91344996609708394242008-01-28T19:01:00.000+01:002008-01-28T19:05:22.594+01:00Una tarde de rebajas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqqeAbuRo21_M0_1DQRUMCVPvmeMq_C3LkcOtvPeCHOa7_dq57Iz6nHTUnJpH2YjSplJmZ5PUoF7vKaM9zIQm8XHS5p3CWtfVSexRkg_xWn6jQ8g9Y2r8AEdw2wy-F7Mik-bc/s1600-h/IMG0019A.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqqeAbuRo21_M0_1DQRUMCVPvmeMq_C3LkcOtvPeCHOa7_dq57Iz6nHTUnJpH2YjSplJmZ5PUoF7vKaM9zIQm8XHS5p3CWtfVSexRkg_xWn6jQ8g9Y2r8AEdw2wy-F7Mik-bc/s400/IMG0019A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160589450494444082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Scarlett</span> vigila el <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Passeig</span> de <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Gràcia</span> como un nuevo ángel de la guarda.<br /></div>Paola Vaggiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08179731812094721488noreply@blogger.com1