tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62166343884945528032011-07-30T18:49:00.346-03:00BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-59032101863611794122009-02-10T11:22:00.000-02:002011-04-03T02:11:16.092-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://mujergarabato.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-soy.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301162170625350914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SZGC6Ezc3QI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2fXMPdxZgrk/s400/1-monovicioso.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> Soy un silencio infinito,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que me llora y se esfuma.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Soy una ráfaga de tiempo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que me envuelve y sonríe.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Soy un disparo de cielo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que me despierta y se vuela.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Soy una llama de alientos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que me diluye y contiene.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Soy una explosión se Amor,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que me atrapa y se entrega.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SHsgvEUwxMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f6MUgJAS8hg/S760/800-YO+SOY+-+18-09-07+small.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301158990091541858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SZGAA8ZGXWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/69ylIF_jCYI/s400/3-YO+SOY+-+18-09-07+small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SHsgvEUwxMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f6MUgJAS8hg/S760/800-YO+SOY+-+18-09-07+small.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Yo soy, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">simplemente, </span></strong></a></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SHsgvEUwxMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/f6MUgJAS8hg/S760/800-YO+SOY+-+18-09-07+small.jpg">un garabato<br />18/09/07</a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-5903210186361179412?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-44186437283213459452008-11-16T22:09:00.000-02:002009-02-10T12:00:08.551-02:00<a href="http://mujergarabato.blogspot.com/2008/11/hermosos-garabatos.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301167232233585250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SZGHgsw5OmI/AAAAAAAAAqY/aFDeohwnrHc/s400/monito_durmiendo2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF000yhieI/AAAAAAAABo8/8rrOH6uxVn4/S660/DIBUJO+12-09-07chico.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269412236040343250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSC2gphIDtI/AAAAAAAAADc/A49Kf2mHAP8/s320/300-DIBUJO+12-09-07chico.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"> Dibujo y texto: mujer garabato 2007</span></strong> </span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"></div></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF1N3d-FPI/AAAAAAAABpM/-KuICfOkFEQ/S660/puerta+chica.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269412111464168370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSC2ZZb2e7I/AAAAAAAAADU/2uFZVlcqF_U/s320/2-puntaalta1995-.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">El tiempo y el espacio<br />es un garabato entre ella y yo.<br />Con mate y humo,<br />se va la que he sido,<br />para que llegue quien Soy.</span></strong><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF1N3d-FPI/AAAAAAAABpM/-KuICfOkFEQ/S660/puerta+chica.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;">Puerta Garabato</span></strong> </a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF0hpMn7cI/AAAAAAAABos/z0gICeG6f5U/S660/3-puntaalta-1995--puerta+chica.jpg">Año 1995</a></span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-4418643728321345945?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-52170565682391234152008-11-16T20:50:00.000-02:002009-02-10T12:01:43.816-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF9qEDukHI/AAAAAAAABpc/M4mDAC2PrDg/S660/SI+ALGUIEN+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269391658802420290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCjy5VTGkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5fTbRvnOBmg/s320/ESCRIBIME12345.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"> Poco puedo hilvanar<br />en la letanía de mi existencia<br />Me pierdo en la perspectiva de la apatía...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Me cuelgo con el silencio </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">de tanto pasado muerto...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Reniego de la desidia</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">que provoca el engaño...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">Me asusto de mi...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;">y sigo huyendo.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF9qEDukHI/AAAAAAAABpc/M4mDAC2PrDg/S660/SI+ALGUIEN+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269391659208026290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCjy62AKLI/AAAAAAAAACs/Tx3si-Rrgpg/s320/ESCRIBIME1234.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF9qEDukHI/AAAAAAAABpc/M4mDAC2PrDg/S660/SI+ALGUIEN+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg">Dibujo y texto: mujer garabato<br /></a></span></strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF9qEDukHI/AAAAAAAABpc/M4mDAC2PrDg/S660/SI+ALGUIEN+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg">Buenos Aires, Argentina<br />Año 2004</a></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">(El monito es un infiltrado)</span></strong><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-5217056568239123415?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-4649110524794407042008-11-16T20:32:00.001-02:002009-02-10T10:55:39.886-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_v8OKPkuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lBa_hI8wuRQ/S760/EL+TIEMPO+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269387067077057586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCfnn0qXDI/AAAAAAAAACk/-CAemkBfR0c/s320/3-EL+TIEMPO+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;">Es la melodía que queda,<br />en los sentidos dormida...<br />Es la espera apretada,<br />del acompañado silencio...<br />Es la hiel de un amor,<br />en la gastada piel que alucina...<br />Es la sal y la herida,<br />que esconde una despedida...<br />Es la eternidad de las horas,<br />en la velocidad del olvido...<br />Es la nostalgia pintada,<br />sobre un papel que suspira...<br />Es el instante, dibujado y ausente,<br />en tu mirada o la mía.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_v8OKPkuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lBa_hI8wuRQ/S760/EL+TIEMPO+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269386975896277154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCfiUJeEKI/AAAAAAAAACc/nefEZqvvPnQ/s320/1-200-hgorilla.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_v8OKPkuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lBa_hI8wuRQ/S760/EL+TIEMPO+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Dibujo y texto: </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">mujer garabato</span></strong><br /></a></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_v8OKPkuI/AAAAAAAAAKY/lBa_hI8wuRQ/S760/EL+TIEMPO+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg">Buenos Aires, Argentina<br />Año 2003 </a><br />(El gorilón es un adorno, jamás lo había visto en mi vida. ¡lo juro!)</span><span style="color:#6666cc;"></strong><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-464911052479440704?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-50330278697575491612008-11-16T20:11:00.000-02:002009-02-10T10:57:34.678-02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wUZhYAYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RbTnxApAm4Y/S760/MOMENTOS+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269382402159699906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCbYFpsZ8I/AAAAAAAAACU/AV92op315S0/s320/300-MOMENTOS+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://mujergarabato.blogspot.com/2008/11/momentos.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269381725622121954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCawtWkNeI/AAAAAAAAACM/DDpeLNk_diM/s320/2hgorilla.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">Otra vez el tiempo,<br />influyendo con nada,<br />al diluir mi mirada.<br /><br />Otra vez el tiempo,<br />asoma por mi ventana,<br />un ayer sin mañanas.<br /><br />Otra vez el tiempo,<br />encendiendo mis ganas,<br />con sutileza pagana.<br /><br />Otra vez el tiempo,<br />en una rosa cortada,<br />sobre esta vida prestada.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">-</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffccff;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wUZhYAYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RbTnxApAm4Y/S760/MOMENTOS+-+dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><strong>Dibujo y texto: mujer garabato<br />Buenos Aires, Argentina<br />Año 2003</strong> </a></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"><strong><span style="color:#ffccff;">(con ese mono no tengo nada que ver)</span></strong><br /></div></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-5033027869757549161?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-32688206211515579932008-11-16T19:58:00.000-02:002009-02-10T11:21:25.117-02:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">El tiempo sólo es válido como concepto.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wratC40I/AAAAAAAAAKw/mgpJoswMFqA/S760/SINCRONIA+dibujo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269378712121619282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCYBTMDs1I/AAAAAAAAACE/njqsVJw-5Uw/s320/300-SINCRONIA+dibujo1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF9hY2_CFI/AAAAAAAABpU/pihCNpbZuNY/S660/11-SINCRONIA+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269378575429180338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SSCX5V-Cm7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8LkGkAcuTfM/s320/SINCRONIA3.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Sincronía perfecta, </span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">que lisonjea recuerdos... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Mentira verdadera, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">de pasión y misterios... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Insolente analogía, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">de relatividad y silencios... </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Constante obsesiva, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">que confunde al más cuerdo.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Es su "no existir" </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">lo que sostiene al tiempo.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">Lesivo referente </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;">atrapado en mi mente.</span></strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wratC40I/AAAAAAAAAKw/mgpJoswMFqA/S760/SINCRONIA+dibujo1.jpg">Dibujo </a>y <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XASb53BaQKo/SZF9hY2_CFI/AAAAAAAABpU/pihCNpbZuNY/S660/11-SINCRONIA+texto1.jpg">texto:</a> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">mujer garabato</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"><br />Buenos Aires, Argentina</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;">Año 2003</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-3268820621151557993?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-55578998206271573572008-11-14T17:09:00.000-02:002009-02-10T12:03:07.826-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wGMsNGwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2zWJOTwGolI/S760/HUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268592741631427954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SR3NLy8khXI/AAAAAAAAABA/mJ56RQqpC2Y/s400/4-55-CASIHUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>Pobre animal herido</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">buscando el hueso perdido...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Pobre alma cautiva,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Ilusionada y vencida...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Pobre ser inteligente,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">que sólo aprende mentiras.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#99ffff;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wGMsNGwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2zWJOTwGolI/S760/HUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg">Autor: </a></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wGMsNGwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2zWJOTwGolI/S760/HUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg">mujer garabato</a></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wGMsNGwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2zWJOTwGolI/S760/HUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><br />Buenos Aires, Argentina<br />Año 2003</a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHa0D5AVZEE/SG_wGMsNGwI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2zWJOTwGolI/S760/HUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268592636615507202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SR3NFru0vQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0rv2S-C5h8Y/s400/3--CASIHUMANOS+-dibujo+y+texto1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#99ffff;"> D<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>ibujó: </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>mujer garabato</strong></span></span> </a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">-</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-5557899820627157357?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6216634388494552803.post-45876201876422376342008-11-11T23:54:00.000-02:002008-11-11T23:57:06.175-02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://mujergarabato.blogspot.com/2008/11/acabo-de-nacer.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267583788185733026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UP28sIAS4sc/SRo3i-dqx6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/IlPxXHAG5Vg/s400/4-Monos_bebe-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"> No me molestes que soy chiquita</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6216634388494552803-4587620187642237634?l=mujergarabato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BLOGUERSnoreply@blogger.com0