tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74561306738825059702012-02-16T00:05:53.028-08:00Cada día, o casi todos, una foto.Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-5432551938256951632008-06-26T04:32:00.000-07:002008-06-26T04:35:55.326-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/SGN-nQhNL5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Enwf6Z7dU98/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216152006339407762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/SGN-nQhNL5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Enwf6Z7dU98/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Quién pudiera abanicar así a la luna, a plena luz del Sol...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-543255193825695163?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-78340017482845274042008-04-02T12:54:00.000-07:002008-04-02T12:59:33.507-07:00<em>A mamá.</em><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R_PlCjjhRII/AAAAAAAAAGs/CQVeqUE900I/s1600-h/DSCF6409.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184739428100293762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R_PlCjjhRII/AAAAAAAAAGs/CQVeqUE900I/s400/DSCF6409.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Incendiaré estos días, como parece hacerlo el sol, con las atalayas de los árboles y las antenas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-7834001748284527404?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-37659978357292641742008-04-02T12:46:00.000-07:002008-04-02T12:50:31.839-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R_PjIDjhRGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l4hu3YLEhf0/s1600-h/DSCF6405.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184737323566318690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R_PjIDjhRGI/AAAAAAAAAGc/l4hu3YLEhf0/s400/DSCF6405.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">¿Quién lo iba a decir? Que el arcoiris nace en la carretera que va a Villalba y Galapagar.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-3765997835729264174?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-64948034430262634592008-03-10T07:49:00.001-07:002008-03-10T07:52:47.822-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R9VK8qazysI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H_fai9aWpTQ/s1600-h/DSCF2164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176125752771594946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R9VK8qazysI/AAAAAAAAAGM/H_fai9aWpTQ/s400/DSCF2164.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Las apariencias engañan... no te dejes guiar por ellas, el camino nunca sabes como va a ser hasta que no lo conoces, hasta que no lo vives. ¿Dónde te llevará? Adéntrate.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-6494803443026263459?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-5578546703889823942008-02-26T11:52:00.001-08:002008-02-26T11:55:03.867-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R8RuEUkxTNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/94t6bw9RZVs/s1600-h/DSCF5392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171379292649639122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R8RuEUkxTNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/94t6bw9RZVs/s400/DSCF5392.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">A veces me gustaría ser una lagartija y dedicarme sólo a tomar el sol sobre una piedra... y a pensar versos.<br />Así, también, entraría por debajo de la puerta de tu habitación.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-557854670388982394?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-21883333518157383392008-02-04T06:32:00.001-08:002008-02-04T06:34:25.450-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R6ciF9h56nI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V-iQMKr4RC0/s1600-h/DSCF5722.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163132983615023730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/R6ciF9h56nI/AAAAAAAAAEo/V-iQMKr4RC0/s400/DSCF5722.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Lo importante es elegir una y seguirla hasta el final... </div><div>(o saber cambiar a tiempo)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-2188333351815738339?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-53529703546152567212007-08-10T15:09:00.000-07:002007-08-10T15:14:20.328-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rrzi-K7AJII/AAAAAAAAADk/OD7Hpm0S6X4/s1600-h/DSCF5106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097198435988153474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rrzi-K7AJII/AAAAAAAAADk/OD7Hpm0S6X4/s400/DSCF5106.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Como ninfas, aparecen en los parques y jardines de Madrid...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rrzim67AJHI/AAAAAAAAADc/PCRCXht9lps/s1600-h/DSCF5099.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097198036556194930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rrzim67AJHI/AAAAAAAAADc/PCRCXht9lps/s400/DSCF5099.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-5352970354615256721?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-34631783548134230452007-05-08T15:08:00.000-07:002007-05-08T15:10:43.472-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RkD1KcE5EvI/AAAAAAAAADU/f4eMVOjFjao/s1600-h/DSCF4702.JPG"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062315540848644850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RkD1KcE5EvI/AAAAAAAAADU/f4eMVOjFjao/s400/DSCF4702.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Quizá sólo sean la metáfora de los renglones torcidos de Dios...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-3463178354813423045?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-62550373999271853632007-03-26T06:12:00.000-07:002007-03-26T06:17:55.707-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RgfHm5T4keI/AAAAAAAAADA/KvjcWzoNXZE/s1600-h/DSCF4777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046221378525106658" style="CURSOR: hand" height="391" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RgfHm5T4keI/AAAAAAAAADA/KvjcWzoNXZE/s400/DSCF4777.JPG" width="293" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Pasear por los tejados como si un gato fuera. Sentirme ajeno a todo y a casi todos.<br />(Los que me conocen, pueden subir.)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-6255037399927185363?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-27834012147041604562007-03-14T11:10:00.000-07:002007-03-14T11:13:13.658-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rfg63H5zuOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Wc5TEyHGJfo/s1600-h/DSCF3639.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041844501529999586" style="CURSOR: hand" height="292" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rfg63H5zuOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Wc5TEyHGJfo/s400/DSCF3639.JPG" width="393" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Dormiremos en las más altas copas de los árboles... </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-2783401214704160456?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-18989063374777973232007-03-07T04:26:00.000-08:002007-03-07T04:30:31.427-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Re6vy8QeNVI/AAAAAAAAACw/WJH-ZJRhu2c/s1600-h/DSCF4784.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039158322777699666" style="CURSOR: hand" height="294" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Re6vy8QeNVI/AAAAAAAAACw/WJH-ZJRhu2c/s400/DSCF4784.JPG" width="394" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Aquí nos podríamos haber conocido [...]<br />Quizá, dijo él, algún día volvamos a conocernos bajo el puente de los sucidados por amor...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-1898906337477797323?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-12412501980234483272007-01-29T13:39:00.000-08:002007-01-29T13:41:40.993-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rb5pxjomw8I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ir4PofIakAA/s1600-h/DSCF4705.JPG"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025570534292112322" style="WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="292" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rb5pxjomw8I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ir4PofIakAA/s400/DSCF4705.JPG" width="392" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Algunas vidas corren así, paralelas.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-1241250198023448327?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-1358822311067383952007-01-27T08:55:00.000-08:002007-01-27T09:00:44.414-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbuEMjomw7I/AAAAAAAAACY/ioC1_aPNbLI/s1600-h/DSCF4433.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024755160520770482" style="WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbuEMjomw7I/AAAAAAAAACY/ioC1_aPNbLI/s400/DSCF4433.JPG" width="330" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sí, son unos zapatos de tacón colgados en un cable de la luz entre dos edificios. ¿? (Risas)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-135882231106738395?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-71843309576396153322007-01-26T05:37:00.000-08:002007-01-26T05:42:30.867-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RboEujomw6I/AAAAAAAAACM/xJS04cfHUFA/s1600-h/DSCF4563.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024333532171256738" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 409px" height="417" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RboEujomw6I/AAAAAAAAACM/xJS04cfHUFA/s400/DSCF4563.JPG" width="315" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Reflejos de una vida a veces clara, otras oscura. Reflejos de una ciudad que me acompaña. Llovío en Madrid. Lloré en mis folios.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-7184330957639615332?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-42847304966912110772007-01-25T14:22:00.000-08:002007-01-25T14:28:07.482-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rbktzzomw5I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZW_nRkpkPO8/s1600-h/DSCF2454.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024097227365598098" style="WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rbktzzomw5I/AAAAAAAAACA/ZW_nRkpkPO8/s400/DSCF2454.JPG" width="419" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Esperando la vida, las oportunidades, el bus...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-4284730496691211077?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-45814325486130228412007-01-24T14:28:00.000-08:002007-01-24T14:31:29.340-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rbfdvzomw4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/z0qoWN-Lgqg/s1600-h/DSCF2125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023727722739188610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/Rbfdvzomw4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/z0qoWN-Lgqg/s400/DSCF2125.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Muchas veces tendemos a generalizar, a querer verlo todo a partir de un pedazo. Sí,el cielo es azul, en este pedazo entre dos tejados, pero a veces es muy cruel, ay, como la vida.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-4581432548613022841?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-58977589236663993882007-01-23T14:26:00.000-08:002007-01-23T14:29:00.067-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbaLuTomw3I/AAAAAAAAABo/bzOv9PfrRYo/s1600-h/DSCF2611.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023356062039196530" style="WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" height="302" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbaLuTomw3I/AAAAAAAAABo/bzOv9PfrRYo/s400/DSCF2611.JPG" width="402" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No son cables, son las vidas cruzadas de cada uno de nosotros, las "Vidas que dejé cruzadas" de Quique González.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-5897758923666399388?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-50714520308194994182007-01-19T13:26:00.000-08:002007-01-19T13:29:32.166-08:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbE3uTomw2I/AAAAAAAAABY/hnsk14-xXSo/s1600-h/chaplin+byn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021856328178910050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbE3uTomw2I/AAAAAAAAABY/hnsk14-xXSo/s400/chaplin+byn.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">El mimo cuenta sus monedas. Estaba alrededor de la catedral de Palma. No le eché nada, pero le robé parte de su vida, esta fotografía.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-5071452030819499418?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7456130673882505970.post-70498183397341251822007-01-18T15:30:00.000-08:002007-01-18T15:34:03.432-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbADRTomw0I/AAAAAAAAABE/lVeWrk5yivc/s1600-h/DSCF2322.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021517180381348674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="339" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCov_6f6pDA/RbADRTomw0I/AAAAAAAAABE/lVeWrk5yivc/s400/DSCF2322.JPG" width="521" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Empiezo con esta imagen. Fue de las primeras fotos que hice. Eso que vuela no es un pájaro, es la metáfora de mi corazón. O tal vez sea el tuyo, desocupado lector.<br /></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7456130673882505970-7049818339734125182?l=fotoskeko.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jonás Bernabéuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14190468166808715952noreply@blogger.com0