tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21278970858342177822011-11-05T12:03:10.147-07:00Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-33045501173989501522011-02-06T06:33:00.000-08:002011-02-06T06:39:05.787-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/TU6xh3UOgrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sQGiYpu2a1U/s1600/Photo_00005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/TU6xh3UOgrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sQGiYpu2a1U/s400/Photo_00005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570584984446468786" /></a><br /><br />Primera imagen del cuento infantil del árbol nebulosa en el planeta de piedra pómez.<br /><br />"Seguro que han pensado alguna vez en esas personas que, sin conocerlas, aparecen en nuestros sueños. Ellas también sueñan con nosotros."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-3304550117398950152?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-82458813996545619212010-04-11T07:06:00.001-07:002010-04-11T07:08:05.916-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HXiCPhA9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/eOR6ND7NjFE/s1600/HPIM0087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HXiCPhA9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/eOR6ND7NjFE/s400/HPIM0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458881203067225042" /></a><br /><br /><br />Una de mis favoritas de mi colección de cabezas parlantes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-8245881399654561921?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-70351432623831529732010-04-11T07:00:00.000-07:002010-04-11T07:03:44.266-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWiBabnTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aGcN3SdQVOU/s1600/HPIM0083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWiBabnTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/aGcN3SdQVOU/s400/HPIM0083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458880103332945202" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWUH6dwLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cbYr9CWlT0Y/s1600/HPIM0081.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWUH6dwLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cbYr9CWlT0Y/s400/HPIM0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458879864559747250" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWMhZumsI/AAAAAAAAADw/f0_VAkWfElQ/s1600/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWMhZumsI/AAAAAAAAADw/f0_VAkWfElQ/s400/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458879733962808002" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWFogB_zI/AAAAAAAAADo/43HRo-nt_N0/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/S8HWFogB_zI/AAAAAAAAADo/43HRo-nt_N0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458879615609208626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-7035143262383152973?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-37714318323591369382009-12-10T15:21:00.001-08:002009-12-10T15:26:11.787-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SyGDbO394JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4JnDeQhyIoA/s1600-h/bueno+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SyGDbO394JI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4JnDeQhyIoA/s400/bueno+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413752730948591762" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SyGDQ3lLiKI/AAAAAAAAADI/OyhrEamgl3w/s1600-h/bueno+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SyGDQ3lLiKI/AAAAAAAAADI/OyhrEamgl3w/s400/bueno+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413752552897087650" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SyGC97r1j5I/AAAAAAAAADA/D5Qs5OqZ8Sg/s1600-h/bueno+4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SyGC97r1j5I/AAAAAAAAADA/D5Qs5OqZ8Sg/s400/bueno+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413752227581235090" /></a><br />Ilustraciones del cuento de Juanjo con Rosa como protagonista.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-3771431832359136938?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-5444480959689450282009-11-27T02:58:00.000-08:002009-11-27T02:59:27.990-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/Sw-w-Iq0TUI/AAAAAAAAACY/5h37UB9kbs4/s1600/44.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/Sw-w-Iq0TUI/AAAAAAAAACY/5h37UB9kbs4/s400/44.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408736259020705090" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-544448095968945028?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-62548698642562969422009-11-27T02:36:00.001-08:002009-11-27T02:37:13.335-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/Sw-r0ZWJ4AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MLO9FjAJAuk/s1600/33.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/Sw-r0ZWJ4AI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MLO9FjAJAuk/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408730594140610562" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-6254869864256296942?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-50241099097575106212009-11-23T13:40:00.000-08:002009-11-23T13:41:35.740-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SwsBad1iIXI/AAAAAAAAACA/SNO0UZm-3dM/s1600/23-11-09+Scann1+-+copia.page51.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407417331785802098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SwsBad1iIXI/AAAAAAAAACA/SNO0UZm-3dM/s400/23-11-09+Scann1+-+copia.page51.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-5024109909757510621?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-68242646609763527202009-11-23T13:35:00.000-08:002009-11-23T13:37:31.618-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SwsAlU9fV7I/AAAAAAAAABw/TdsjepJVlI8/s1600/23-11-09+Scann1+-+copia.page11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407416418870187954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/SwsAlU9fV7I/AAAAAAAAABw/TdsjepJVlI8/s320/23-11-09+Scann1+-+copia.page11.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-6824264660976352720?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-45956723203189479752009-11-23T13:31:00.000-08:002009-11-23T13:34:32.850-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/Swr_dg6fXcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bQxOD8aDizQ/s1600/23-11-09+Scann1+-+copia.page41.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407415185128250818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpZDhjutdLQ/Swr_dg6fXcI/AAAAAAAAABo/bQxOD8aDizQ/s400/23-11-09+Scann1+-+copia.page41.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-4595672320318947975?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2127897085834217782.post-79791844399819683092009-11-23T12:55:00.000-08:002009-11-23T13:20:46.411-08:00Describir como lo hago es casi más artístico que aquello que describo,<br />las líneas que se juntan, los degradados, las sombras, salen de mis manos,<br />sin explicación,<br />como toda la belleza y maldad que encierro,<br />que encierra cada uno,<br />y que probablemente,<br />es más encriptado que buscar la razón por la cual,<br />la suerte mía de poder hacerlo,<br />vino quizás de seres extraordinarios,<br />de nebulosas desconocidas<br />y galaxias pentagonales en la otra punta de nuestra existencia,<br />junto al borde de la misma idea que brota<br />en el instante que la ejecuto.<br /><br />No se pueden tener convicciones<br />acerca del rumbo de otras cabezas y otros cuerpos,<br />pues los pechos ajenos<br />( y a veces el nuestro propio)<br />casi siempre ocultan esquinas empolvadas y oscuras al borde de sus propias catástrofes.<br /><br />Las mentiras no existen en los trazos,<br />sólo el capricho de brotar a su antojo de mi mano<br />las hace entrar del mundo de la mente<br />a la dimensión de los muertos-vivos,<br />por ello cuando los observo no los juzgo....<br />sólo siento envidia del lugar del que vinieron.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2127897085834217782-7979184439981968309?l=weltdeszirkus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16991619179887085427noreply@blogger.com1