tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372186252011-12-08T23:42:39.283+01:00Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-14437022637189365692007-11-20T17:45:00.001+01:002007-11-20T17:45:25.366+01:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/sVLCS46WFeg' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/sVLCS46WFeg'/></object></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-1443702263718936569?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1639570329458213992007-11-19T09:23:00.000+01:002007-11-19T09:26:42.599+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/R0FINzBUwQI/AAAAAAAAALY/ERiTsHtFI-Y/s1600-h/digo_adios2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134464452050338050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/R0FINzBUwQI/AAAAAAAAALY/ERiTsHtFI-Y/s320/digo_adios2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Fins aquí he arribat. </p><p>Amb molta pena us dic adéu, i dic adéu a aquest blog, que ha sigut una part de mi durant tot aquest temps.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-163957032945821399?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-78280211389454759132007-10-30T17:22:00.001+01:002007-10-30T17:27:23.710+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RydbD-zP1QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nofzAJm3kBM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127166824740279554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RydbD-zP1QI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nofzAJm3kBM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> Com ja vaig dir, fa un mes que tinc feina nova. Estic motivada i contenta, pero fins que no agafi el ritme...sóc esclava del temps.<br />Trobo a faltar la meva estoneta per escriure al blog. No us oblideu de mi, tornaré aviat!!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7828021138945475913?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-84985306927946386952007-10-12T22:35:00.000+02:002007-10-12T22:38:20.982+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rw_aurCQwII/AAAAAAAAALI/yWaiNF-4PZc/s1600-h/Anne%20Geddes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120551796704592002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rw_aurCQwII/AAAAAAAAALI/yWaiNF-4PZc/s320/Anne%2520Geddes.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sembla que la cigonya té previst visitar la família...que sigui benvinguda doncs!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">No em feliciteu, la futura mare no sóc jo!!</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-8498530692794638695?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-31374375944710419952007-09-27T09:57:00.000+02:002007-09-27T10:05:54.493+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RvtiibCQwHI/AAAAAAAAALA/G62jBwBtduA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114790145321648242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RvtiibCQwHI/AAAAAAAAALA/G62jBwBtduA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En un any hi hagut alguns canvis a la meva vida a nivell professional. Fa 9 mesos vaig deixar la meva feina perquè ja no em motivava. I vaig tenir la sort de venir a parar aqui. Durant aquest temps he tingut la oportunitat de fer una feina que m'agrada, i de treballar amb un equip de professionals (i companys) boníssims. </div><div>Ara em sorgeix una bona oportunitat...i començo un nou camí. </div><div>Avui és el meu últim dia, i algunes despedides costen més que altres.</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-3137437594471041995?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-3153567672105561622007-09-20T13:49:00.000+02:002007-09-20T13:53:17.488+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RvJe46_B0sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IAQdfs7ROb8/s1600-h/A_mujer_vestido_4_marta_laura__1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112252859018236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RvJe46_B0sI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IAQdfs7ROb8/s320/A_mujer_vestido_4_marta_laura__1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Amb el temps et vas desprenent d'allò que fa nosa...per quedar-te només amb allò imprescindible.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-315356767210556162?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-70380450035181973412007-09-10T09:02:00.000+02:002007-09-10T09:07:36.571+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RuTsgss9_3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ozluAvZ3Tjo/s1600-h/oja-palabras.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108467923844726642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RuTsgss9_3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/ozluAvZ3Tjo/s320/oja-palabras.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fa un temps que mesuro molt que escric. Degut als comentaris de persones molt properes, que em llegeixen, m'he sentit molt exposada.</div><br /><div>Ja no puc escriure amb llibertat, ja no puc explicar-ho tot...perquè tots necessitem tenir secrets.</div><div>Les meves paraules als 4 vents...</div><div>Em guardeu els secrets??</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7038045003518197341?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-29913118808708992822007-09-03T08:49:00.000+02:002007-09-03T08:51:22.325+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rtuupss9_2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cFdb3_rCVKs/s1600-h/queixals.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105866633952231266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rtuupss9_2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/cFdb3_rCVKs/s320/queixals.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Hi ha una expressió castellana que resumeix força bé aquests últims dies:</div><div><em>"me cago en mis muelas!"</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2991311880870899282?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-48087669839869615752007-08-23T09:40:00.000+02:002007-08-23T09:49:41.353+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rs07q8s9_1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Wv2nU9FEni8/s1600-h/ombrilla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101799561915924306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rs07q8s9_1I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Wv2nU9FEni8/s320/ombrilla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Que no se'n vagi el sol...</div><div>Que no acabi l'estiu...</div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">siusplau,siusplau,siusplau...</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4808766983986961575?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-47748568792310380792007-07-26T14:37:00.000+02:002007-07-26T14:51:18.104+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RqiWplYlbQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3mkhSQLBA0k/s1600-h/rekuerdoswq0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091485019896376578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RqiWplYlbQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3mkhSQLBA0k/s320/rekuerdoswq0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Després de qualsevol història, queden els records. A vegades fan mal, altres no.<br />De la nostra història, des d'ara ja no en queda res excepte els records.<br />Els meus però, almenys no fan mal.<br />Adèu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4774856879231038079?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-71708443650154635882007-07-19T08:52:00.000+02:002007-07-19T09:00:04.967+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rp8K_Y9aRjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vWsbfQY2s3E/s1600-h/barca.thumbnail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088798188100011570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rp8K_Y9aRjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vWsbfQY2s3E/s320/barca.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No sé si el fet de nèixer a muntanya va ser un error geogràfic, o una va canviant amb els anys...</div><div>A dia d'avui... puc dir que sóc dona de mar.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7170844365015463588?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-51394812303430496142007-07-11T17:39:00.000+02:002007-07-12T08:28:45.528+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RpT6aZOJkJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-W-rTCxRUYQ/s1600-h/stressed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085965210561908882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RpT6aZOJkJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-W-rTCxRUYQ/s320/stressed.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Començo a necessitar unes vacances...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RpT6U5OJkII/AAAAAAAAAJg/1r2ZXlbJoEA/s1600-h/stressed.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5139481230343049614?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-23200758168382489602007-06-27T17:44:00.000+02:002007-06-27T17:45:42.891+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RoKF9JOJkGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7Xk5tcKvn00/s1600-h/254570711_72c132ad48_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080770615121121378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RoKF9JOJkGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7Xk5tcKvn00/s320/254570711_72c132ad48_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Hi ha coses que més val assumir:</p><p>a l'altre banda no hi ha res...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2320075816838248960?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-76629460068731726612007-06-20T08:29:00.000+02:002007-06-20T08:37:33.392+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RnjLDY0WI8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iISqJmWl35Q/s1600-h/rcapa0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078031838922286018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RnjLDY0WI8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iISqJmWl35Q/s320/rcapa0001.jpg" border="0" /></a> El 20 de juny de cada any es celebra arreu del món el Dia del Refugiat.. En aquest sisè aniversari milers d'organitzacions en centenars de països s'uniran per a fer notar no només les dures proves per les quals passen els refugiats i les causes del seu exili, sinó també la seva determinació i voluntat per a sobreviure i les contribucions que fan a les seves comunitats d'acollida.<br />La intolerància que freqüentment és l'arrel dels desplaçaments interns i dels fluxos de refugiats, està també present en alguns dels països als quals els refugiats arriben. En comptes de trobar comprensió, moltes vegades es troben amb sentiments de desconfiança o menyspreu.<br />En el Dia Mundial del Refugiat, no ens oblidem que, tal vegada, un dia, nosaltres ens podríem veure en la necessitat de colpejar la porta d'un estranger esperant trobar un sostre segur i afable. Hem d'oferir als refugiats la mateixa acollida que volguéssim rebre si estiguéssim en el seu lloc.<br /><br /><em>ACNUR</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7662946006873172661?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-11822238643472940362007-06-15T19:57:00.001+02:002007-06-15T19:59:56.548+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RnLTSo0WI7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/TVIx5tCexTw/s1600-h/taula.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076352047148049330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RnLTSo0WI7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/TVIx5tCexTw/s320/taula.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>D'acord!! et reservo la taula...i seré el teu menú complet.</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-1182223864347294036?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-3127281350908982082007-06-15T08:41:00.000+02:002007-06-15T08:47:51.629+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RnI19o0WI6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/48uufA2vts8/s1600-h/ok%20grito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076179063045235618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RnI19o0WI6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/48uufA2vts8/s320/ok%2520grito.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ja hi torno a ser. Encara no m'he recuperat (econòmicament) de la ultima reparació del cotxe, que ja torno a estar igual: sense cotxe, i pendent d'una bona factura.<br /><div>Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-312728135090898208?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-5652110284657229212007-06-11T09:35:00.001+02:002007-06-11T09:35:57.661+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rmz7TI0WI5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/bEwbgU89AIM/s1600-h/Melancolia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074707186342830994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rmz7TI0WI5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/bEwbgU89AIM/s320/Melancolia.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-565211028465722921?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-41572963602142098522007-06-06T08:53:00.000+02:002007-06-06T08:54:26.209+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RmZaFI0WI4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_Qo2_lz4m-o/s1600-h/plens.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072841074592326530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RmZaFI0WI4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/_Qo2_lz4m-o/s320/plens.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4157296360214209852?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-75968474234754890682007-06-04T09:14:00.000+02:002007-06-04T09:18:30.548+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RmO8H2AVCTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3RZByKyBMiY/s1600-h/lunes8kl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072104448291309874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RmO8H2AVCTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/3RZByKyBMiY/s320/lunes8kl.jpg" border="0" /></a> El pas cap a la setmana laboral hauria de ser menys traumàtic. Els dilluns hauriem de poder dormir fins les 11 (almenys!).<br /><br />...tinc molta son...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7596847423475489068?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-89031701650375152262007-05-27T15:41:00.000+02:002007-05-27T15:45:25.541+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RlmKsWAVCSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-6tGg_ylKvU/s1600-h/ranaldi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069235350008039714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RlmKsWAVCSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/-6tGg_ylKvU/s320/ranaldi.jpg" border="0" /></a> M'agrada combinar colors...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-8903170165037515226?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-25059197953182457812007-05-22T08:21:00.000+02:002007-05-22T08:29:26.840+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RlKNbmAVCRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/alpRhYZyeZw/s1600-h/Sin+tÃ&shy;tulo1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067268035943139602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RlKNbmAVCRI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/alpRhYZyeZw/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hi ha trobades...i "trobades".<br />I fins aqui puc explicar.<br />;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2505919795318245781?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-44174953036450978392007-05-14T18:06:00.001+02:002008-07-03T12:01:17.667+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RkiJYmRMcTI/AAAAAAAAAII/aXLVyaMBs-I/s1600-h/pose2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064448836660654386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RkiJYmRMcTI/AAAAAAAAAII/aXLVyaMBs-I/s320/pose2.jpg" border="0" /></a> M'envolten persones que formen part de la meva vida, són importants per a mi, i no en sé prescindir...però em xuclen l'energia. Em busquen, em criden, em demanen...quan estan tristos, confosos, quan necessiten consell, quan volen que algu els escolti...<br />I jo acabo gastada, cansada, amb la sensació que les meves coses passen a segon terme.<br />Per sort, també tinc aprop algunes persones que em recullen quan caic, que em donen una empenta quan estic cansada...que em carreguen les piles.<br />Jo, a vegades, també necessito que em cuidin...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4417495303645097839?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-30848717099144106222007-05-08T19:47:00.000+02:002007-05-08T19:57:48.657+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RkC6BWRMcSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JThXFhpswDc/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062250513484771618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RkC6BWRMcSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JThXFhpswDc/s320/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /></a> I know that the time happens fast when you are happy. Really, it's true. These days have happened very fast. After 4 days in London, I return to the routine.<br /><div></div><br /><div><em>I segueixo practicant l'anglès...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-3084871709914410622?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-29459857641894674612007-05-03T14:46:00.000+02:002007-05-03T14:48:54.491+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RjnZ5mRMcRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vAMnc8R1Q50/s1600-h/7605.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060315239875899666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RjnZ5mRMcRI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vAMnc8R1Q50/s320/7605.jpg" border="0" /></a> El secret del meu somriure, avui, són 4 dies de festa per endavant...i un viatge...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2945985764189467461?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-3633539829716428712007-04-28T16:34:00.000+02:002007-04-28T16:36:10.970+02:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RjNbomRMcQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IweWOCrf_SI/s1600-h/sola.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058487559492759810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RjNbomRMcQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/IweWOCrf_SI/s320/sola.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lo millor de tot és saber que, quan parlo amb mi mateixa, sóc incapaç de mentir-me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-363353982971642871?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-21190082012909365512007-04-25T08:52:00.000+02:002007-04-25T08:55:29.946+02:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Ri77PGRMcPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DU2szynPgbc/s1600-h/playa_larga.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057255668382986482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Ri77PGRMcPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DU2szynPgbc/s320/playa_larga.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sol...calor...<br /><div>I ganes de platja!!!</div><br />Algú s'hi apunta?<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2119008201290936551?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-59619647007976368052007-04-20T09:54:00.000+02:002007-04-20T13:58:56.708+02:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Riiq7mdJQiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FHrEoCykU5E/s1600-h/carta+astral.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055478522635174434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Riiq7mdJQiI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FHrEoCykU5E/s320/carta+astral.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Ascendent conjunció Sol:</strong><br />"extremadament poderos en el meu horòscop. Gran personalitat amb tocs de autosuficiència. Et prens molt seriosament a tu mateixa"<br /><strong>Sol conjunció amb mercuri:</strong><br />"Passes molt de temps tenint diàlegs amb tu mateixa". "Necessites l'estímul del viatge i els contactes amb gent interessant per mantenir-te ocupada i cremar el teu excés d'energia".<br /></div><br /><div>I com aixó, vàries coses de la meva carta astral. Reconec, encara que no cregui del tot en aquestes coses, que en algunes parts m'he sentit identificada.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5961964700797636805?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-48667517054340666952007-04-12T09:25:00.000+02:002007-04-12T09:28:17.089+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rh3feuH9CXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r1uDoiATN_U/s1600-h/Cuore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052440075850025330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rh3feuH9CXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/r1uDoiATN_U/s320/Cuore.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hi ha coses ( o millor dit: persones ), que m'alteren molt més que la primavera...<br />;-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4866751705434066695?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-52252186722140218542007-04-03T11:18:00.000+02:002007-04-03T11:41:28.683+02:00No sé si es el temps, que afecta al meu estat d'ànim,i la pluja, que se'm escola endins. Noto un calfred que em travessa, i em sacseja. <br />O potser són les coses que passen, sense que les pugui controlar, les que avui m'ennuvolen una mica.<br />O potser és només que estic cansada. I qualsevol esforç em sembla inútil avui. <br />Aprofitaré avui, que porto paraigües, per deixar que tot caigui pel seu propi pes. Demà, ja tornaré a començar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5225218672214021854?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-79164826731833129762007-03-28T15:43:00.000+02:002007-03-28T15:48:25.294+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rgpx9J-mlFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GldpEBSjffY/s1600-h/bored.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046971627886515282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rgpx9J-mlFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GldpEBSjffY/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Què li passa? que no té sang a les venes? </div><div>...m'aburreix...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7916482673183312976?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-5861473788156915932007-03-27T08:41:00.000+02:002007-03-27T08:48:17.543+02:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rgi9fZo7rqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OXUOMtyHwDs/s1600-h/foto_primavera_304.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046491729624805026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rgi9fZo7rqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/OXUOMtyHwDs/s320/foto_primavera_304.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No puc recordar un any en què a casa meva no es donés la benvinguda a la primavera amb la canço de Serrat. De bon matí, com un toc de corneta, sonava el tocadiscos dient bon dia, anunciant per fi que "la bandolera ens duia la primavera el 20 de març"...</div><div> </div><div>(Des que visc fora de casa, en Serrat m'arriba via telefònica, hi ha costums que val la pena conservar!)</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-586147378815691593?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-7961021775136484942007-03-23T08:31:00.000+01:002007-03-23T08:37:46.402+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RgODm2x5UbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UM6-gGzg1bI/s1600-h/seduccio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045020711148147122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RgODm2x5UbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UM6-gGzg1bI/s320/seduccio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El joc de la seducció sol ser el més interessant...per aixó he decidit quedar-me en aquesta fase...</div><br /><div>(m'agrada com em mires, com jugues amb les paraules, com...)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-796102177513648494?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-75720760020757771472007-03-19T14:14:00.000+01:002007-03-19T14:17:16.947+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rf6NKTmFIJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6a2YL7Abgwg/s1600-h/lluvia2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043623840899735698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rf6NKTmFIJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/6a2YL7Abgwg/s320/lluvia2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Perquè correm sota la pluja? si lo millor dels dies de pluja és l'aigua...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7572076002075777147?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-32051397201776342862007-03-16T08:27:00.000+01:002007-03-16T08:33:55.137+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RfpHtzyrw5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/7tHlsv2Vors/s1600-h/armani+junior.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042421585117168530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RfpHtzyrw5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/7tHlsv2Vors/s320/armani+junior.jpg" border="0" /></a>Em sorprén que algú pugui trobar ofensiva aquesta imatge. O que algú pugui dir que "incita a l'explotació sexual dels menors". No será que tots plegats començem a tenir "la mirada sucia"?<br />Que voleu que us digui, jo aquí veig dues nenes moníssimes anunciant roba de marca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-3205139720177634286?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-40906318158262063482007-03-14T15:38:00.000+01:002007-03-14T15:40:16.589+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RfgJEDyrw4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JKFjsze8Sq0/s1600-h/margarida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041789748183286658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RfgJEDyrw4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/JKFjsze8Sq0/s320/margarida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Fa tan bon temps...que només ve de gust de quedar-se al carrer.</p><p>No vull anar a treballar!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4090631815826206348?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-47824825449876501902007-03-12T13:28:00.000+01:002007-03-12T13:34:47.824+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RfVIxjyrw3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eh4o9cytR9k/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041015374169752434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RfVIxjyrw3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eh4o9cytR9k/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>El missatge era clar: "estic sola a casa i no tinc son. Vine..."</div><br /><div>Però després d'una nit genial de converses en veu baixa, de desig i de bon sexe...va marxar ofés. </div><br /><div>Potser es va sentir un home-objecte. Potser va ser-ho.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4782482544987650190?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-56252716128308502382007-03-08T08:42:00.000+01:002007-03-08T08:55:45.756+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Re-_pB6fm6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YS3cfIOQShE/s1600-h/Tiempo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039457219660192674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Re-_pB6fm6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YS3cfIOQShE/s320/Tiempo.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pessigolles a l'estòmac...quan arriba el temps de sincronitzar les vacances per organitzar el nostre viatge.<br />Aquest any...SENEGAL!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5625271612830850238?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-5370634848255090352007-03-06T08:28:00.000+01:002007-03-06T08:30:43.355+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Re0YWIGPjYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AdTfzLfL4rc/s1600-h/dormir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038710326507310466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Re0YWIGPjYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AdTfzLfL4rc/s320/dormir.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Només són les 8.30 del matí del dimarts...Queda molt dia. Queda molta setmana. Però avui estic cansada.</p><p>Se'm tanquen els ulls...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-537063484825509035?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-69745068818395324642007-03-03T18:53:00.000+01:002007-03-03T19:10:46.203+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rem3alCw9mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PnbS77AUpBU/s1600-h/sexo+en+ny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037759325438801506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rem3alCw9mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PnbS77AUpBU/s320/sexo+en+ny.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>"Me presento: Me llamo Carrie Bradshaw y estoy soltera, tengo un trabajo que me gusta y soy una mujer independiente. O lo que es lo mismo, pertenezco a ese colectivo conocido como "solteras de éxito", que en la actualidad constituye más o menos el 80% de las mujeres que viven en Manhattan. Vivo sola en un apartamento de una habitación en el Upper East Side, cerca de Madison Avenue y hoy en día puedo decir que mi familia la constituyen mis tres mejores amigas: Miranda, Charlotte y Samantha."</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div>No només m'encanta la serie, sino que a mes, m'hi he sentit identificada en molts casos. Amb cada una d'elles: la cinica, la romantica, la promiscua i aparentment frivola, la que segueix esperant l'home ideal...</div><div>Les meves amigues i jo, podriem ser perfectament les protagonistes de "sex in the city".</div><div>Solteres i fabuloses!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-6974506881839532464?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-25064478374474191772007-03-01T08:26:00.000+01:002007-03-01T08:33:37.408+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/ReaBd67sOAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VQf52SfYmuE/s1600-h/confianza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036855584296286210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/ReaBd67sOAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VQf52SfYmuE/s320/confianza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />"<em>Si ves que no sonrió fácilmentePor que ahora me preocupa lo que me era indiferente. Si la sombra del futuro esta nublando mi presente Y las trampas de mi mente no me dejan escapar. No me dejes continuar. Hazme regresar, Tócame, para unirme con el mundo. Para respirar profundo, solamente tócame. Tócame, para estar de nuevo en casa</em>."<br /></div><div>(Sin Bandera)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2506447837447419177?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-55047788707704539802007-02-27T19:49:00.000+01:002007-02-27T19:55:06.520+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/ReR9spaleMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JxofX2RaZfY/s1600-h/barquito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036288489292134594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/ReR9spaleMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JxofX2RaZfY/s320/barquito.jpg" border="0" /></a> De lluny pot semblar que vaig a la deriva, que no sé on navego. Però se que hi ha un motiu pel qual segueixo remant. Sé que hi ha un lloc on vull arribar. I no importen les marees, els canvis de rumb...<br />Aprenc dels imprevistos, creixo amb cada cop de vent...i disfruto del paisatge.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5504778870770453980?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-62824701249435402502007-02-17T17:00:00.000+01:002007-02-17T17:04:33.639+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rdcmvs0V3RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O3MGbi2MQk0/s1600-h/arbre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032533709536222482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rdcmvs0V3RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O3MGbi2MQk0/s320/arbre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Quan tot canvia, quan sembla que el món tremola sota els teus peus...tinc aquells sensacio de mareig i instintivament busco un lloc on agafar-me...</div><div>Però no qualsevol.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-6282470124943540250?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-71312457969983168162007-02-14T21:10:00.000+01:002007-02-14T21:13:48.760+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RdNs2c0V3QI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uX8XcrtWesI/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031484891407441154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RdNs2c0V3QI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uX8XcrtWesI/s320/rosa.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jo només celebro sant Jordi!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7131245796998316816?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-44096359230555822682007-02-08T14:18:00.000+01:002007-02-07T02:48:16.031+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RcsjQ80V3OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l0Cn4nORM6g/s1600-h/1%20Muy%20Complicada%20300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029152182999833826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RcsjQ80V3OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/l0Cn4nORM6g/s320/1%2520Muy%2520Complicada%2520300.jpg" border="0" /></a> Després d'una bona estona de conversa...arribes a la conclusio que soc jo la complicada.<br />I jo ja no sé que pensar.<br />Però m'agrada quan em demanes que no canvii mai.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4409635923055582268?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-29444430090774368382007-02-06T08:33:00.000+01:002007-02-06T08:44:55.002+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RcgvVfttMJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0qUNiHC5kbg/s1600-h/Reloj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028321030296121490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RcgvVfttMJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0qUNiHC5kbg/s320/Reloj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El temps se'm escapa entre els dits...almenys però, me'n vaig al llit amb la sensació d'aprofitar-lo al màxim.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2944443009077436838?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-23994697125647089452007-01-29T19:18:00.000+01:002007-01-29T19:21:02.823+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rb46shNv8fI/AAAAAAAAADs/VyOZykJ2FYk/s1600-h/labrador40-5371.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025518770696745458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Rb46shNv8fI/AAAAAAAAADs/VyOZykJ2FYk/s320/labrador40-5371.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lluna...benvinguda a la familia!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2399469712564708945?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-68400341294021525062007-01-25T18:17:00.000+01:002007-01-25T18:21:40.285+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RbjmbhNv8eI/AAAAAAAAADg/xvPB4LS2GTk/s1600-h/tinter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024018744778682850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RbjmbhNv8eI/AAAAAAAAADg/xvPB4LS2GTk/s320/tinter.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ultimament tinc dificultats per escriure al blog...i no es que falli la inspiració, el que falla és la conexió!!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-6840034129402152506?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-78942424255445962182007-01-21T18:18:00.000+01:002007-01-21T18:23:43.076+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RbOhE7Cc7II/AAAAAAAAADU/6LlgDwTCcJE/s1600-h/DSC02054.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022535115387759746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RbOhE7Cc7II/AAAAAAAAADU/6LlgDwTCcJE/s320/DSC02054.JPG" border="0" /></a> La màgia d'aquests dies...a la ciutat dels fums!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7894242425544596218?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-87844809994924211642007-01-16T18:47:00.000+01:002007-01-16T18:50:02.279+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Ra0P5rCc7HI/AAAAAAAAADI/O3V0x47wK7c/s1600-h/felicidad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020686643067939954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/Ra0P5rCc7HI/AAAAAAAAADI/O3V0x47wK7c/s320/felicidad.jpg" border="0" /></a> Hi ha decisions que fan que et sentis realment alliberada...I aquesta n'és una: he canviat de feina!<br />I així, altre cop, segueixo el meu camí...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-8784480999492421164?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-32057325676750019702007-01-12T09:02:00.000+01:002007-01-12T09:07:20.785+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RadBCbCc7GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l8vAQ6AznEU/s1600-h/escribir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019051819601292386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RadBCbCc7GI/AAAAAAAAAC8/l8vAQ6AznEU/s320/escribir.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Escriure pot ser en alguns moments una vàlvula d'escapament. Però aixó no vol dir que sempre que escric estigui fugint d'alguna cosa.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-3205732567675001970?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-20105818285359729172007-01-08T11:36:00.000+01:002007-01-08T11:37:41.339+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RaIerZoDERI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q9hmJBpoWtU/s1600-h/perdida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017606665806221586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RaIerZoDERI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q9hmJBpoWtU/s320/perdida.jpg" border="0" /></a> Per fi he entés que no sóc jo la que no entenc, sinó que ets tu qui no vol que entengui.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2010581828535972917?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-58327579722930280912007-01-05T10:05:00.000+01:002007-01-05T10:10:32.836+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RZ4VPJoDEQI/AAAAAAAAACk/aq-xSHfcGK8/s1600-h/solet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016470384963424514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RZ4VPJoDEQI/AAAAAAAAACk/aq-xSHfcGK8/s320/solet.jpg" border="0" /></a> Algunes coses s'acaben...però en queden moltes per començar.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5832757972293028091?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-61825534999570168332007-01-03T13:40:00.000+01:002007-01-03T13:42:42.591+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RZukh_hHV_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6EELz3-e05w/s1600-h/dormir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015783513900144626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RZukh_hHV_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/6EELz3-e05w/s320/dormir.jpg" border="0" /></a> El descans del guerrer...o mes ben dit, de la guerrera...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-6182553499957016833?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-57328274239222534072006-12-28T10:47:00.000+01:002006-12-28T10:49:20.195+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RZOS0sl5V2I/AAAAAAAAACE/H7srIgJfAEI/s1600-h/candado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013512244214454114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RZOS0sl5V2I/AAAAAAAAACE/H7srIgJfAEI/s320/candado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Sense barreres. Tinc les claus de totes les portes que vulgui obrir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5732827423922253407?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-16111239702756035462006-12-25T13:30:00.000+01:002006-12-25T13:37:35.650+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RY_Ef8l5V1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/SrmOO7v5KIw/s1600-h/deseo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012440963406714706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RY_Ef8l5V1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/SrmOO7v5KIw/s320/deseo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ell...i molt aprop ella. I jo.<br />Em mirava com dient-me: "et desitjo, però no t'acostis".<br />Ahir no podia ser meu, però no em vaig poder resistir...per aixó, quan el vaig tenir el costat li vaig dir, a cau d'orella: "Només imagina que et faria ara mateix..."<br />Més tard, també a cau d'orella, em va confessar: "fa mal desitjar-te tant i no tenir-te..."<br />I va marxar amb ella cap a casa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-1611123970275603546?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-3903069185716075102006-12-21T10:59:00.000+01:002006-12-21T11:03:05.503+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYpbHcl5V0I/AAAAAAAAABs/gbkmEXS6pIU/s1600-h/nadal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010917718895449922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYpbHcl5V0I/AAAAAAAAABs/gbkmEXS6pIU/s320/nadal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Temps de fred, de roba d'abric. Temps de llums i cançons. Temps de reunions i de regals, de grans àpats, caves i turrons.</div><div>M'agradi o no, temps de Nadal.</div><div>BON NADAL A TOTHOM.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-390306918571607510?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-63751322081945402362006-12-19T10:25:00.000+01:002006-12-19T10:28:14.930+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYewJ8l5VzI/AAAAAAAAABg/BVxiomdj-Oc/s1600-h/camavacia0ec.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010166795403351858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYewJ8l5VzI/AAAAAAAAABg/BVxiomdj-Oc/s320/camavacia0ec.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Si de pronto<br />me olvidas<br />no me busques,<br />que ya te habré olvidado.<br />(Neruda)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-6375132208194540236?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-79540064615982466482006-12-18T13:04:00.000+01:002006-12-18T13:07:06.870+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYaD0sl5VyI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PffOFbt2pA/s1600-h/pic-decepcion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009836576842798882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYaD0sl5VyI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PffOFbt2pA/s320/pic-decepcion.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quan la feina es converteix en una presó...quan nomes esperes: a les 9 esperes les 2, a les 2 esperes les 5, el dilluns esperes divendres i el diumenge tremoles esperant dilluns...quan ja no estas motivada...mes val pendre aire, i empenyer endavant. Mes val buscar el canvi.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-7954006461598246648?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-6300602685656572842006-12-15T10:34:00.000+01:002006-12-15T10:41:57.247+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYJsODYIUjI/AAAAAAAAABI/XefNg0_PMjc/s1600-h/escoltar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008684724269896242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RYJsODYIUjI/AAAAAAAAABI/XefNg0_PMjc/s320/escoltar.jpg" border="0" /></a> No vull frases de manual...nomès vull que m'escoltis...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-630060268565657284?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-36489981940586888862006-12-12T17:02:00.000+01:002006-12-12T17:04:05.054+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RX7Sr1UdUmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6WnYavCg8go/s1600-h/moviment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007671486171664994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RX7Sr1UdUmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6WnYavCg8go/s320/moviment.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>És moment pel moviment...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-3648998194058688886?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-6963909072143658042006-12-11T08:58:00.000+01:002006-12-11T08:59:26.139+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RX0PvedNT-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3EraMcmZGhY/s1600-h/petó.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007175669009698786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RX0PvedNT-I/AAAAAAAAAAw/3EraMcmZGhY/s320/pet%C3%B3.jpg" border="0" /></a> "...Cada beso perfecto aparta el tiempo,<br />le echa hacia atrás, ensancha el mundo breve<br />donde puede besarse todavía..."<br />(Pedro Salinas)<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-696390907214365804?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-54817926354761597492006-12-09T15:56:00.000+01:002006-12-09T15:57:41.990+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RXrOv-dNT9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/97WiH-hKYnQ/s1600-h/VARIETAT.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006541259390406610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RXrOv-dNT9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/97WiH-hKYnQ/s320/VARIETAT.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En la varietat està el gust...</div><div>;-)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5481792635476159749?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-53366186922807207682006-12-07T10:05:00.000+01:002006-12-07T10:08:15.357+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RXfZjudNT8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/9MkmFYLLEq4/s1600-h/travel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005708718634782658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RXfZjudNT8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/9MkmFYLLEq4/s320/travel.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ja et vaig dir que jo no sóc de les que esperen gaire...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5336618692280720768?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-56408891222163070622006-12-05T08:44:00.000+01:002006-12-05T08:57:02.114+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RXUjla7sbFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ezrH2VgO1bE/s1600-h/fito+i+fitipaldis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004945686684003410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_N_gROrB0Vc4/RXUjla7sbFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ezrH2VgO1bE/s320/fito+i+fitipaldis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I allà enmig, durant aquelles hores que es van fer curtes, ens vem oblidar de tot...</div><div>(mentre cantàvem "soldadito marinero")</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5640889122216307062?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-55402189464420392632006-12-01T11:53:00.000+01:002006-12-01T11:54:48.185+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/1600/635838/marieta.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/320/444007/marieta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ja no les esclafa amb la sabata...<br />Quan ell va descobrir que m’agradaven molt les marietes, va començar a jugar amb elles. </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-5540218946442039263?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-60005031132543560262006-11-29T13:05:00.000+01:002006-11-29T13:06:32.555+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/1600/455698/sleeping.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/320/170990/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ja no vull somiar-te...<br />Ara vull tenir-te!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-6000503113254356026?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-42177450969222033992006-11-27T12:55:00.000+01:002006-11-27T13:00:44.032+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/1600/51733/desfogar-se.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/320/810038/desfogar-se.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />El que jo necessito, sobretot, es poder dir el que penso...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-4217745096922203399?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-28965270302958792302006-11-23T15:47:00.000+01:002006-11-23T16:00:37.131+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/1600/665134/pic_1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2369/4543/320/491978/pic_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El dia fa gust a postres de xocolata...</div><div>I a tendresa...</div><div>i a converses entre rialles,</div><div>i a mirades que ho diuen tot,</div><div>i a posar-se vermella sense voler...</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-2896527030295879230?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1164109096709089782006-11-21T12:28:00.000+01:002006-11-21T12:38:16.716+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/4176/1600/873669/guitarra.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3601/4176/320/428270/guitarra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sabes que soñaré,si no estás que me despierto contigo.<br />Sabes que quiero más,no se vivir solo con 5 sentidos.<br />(Fito &amp; Fitipladis)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-116410909670908978?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1164013720517039152006-11-20T10:07:00.000+01:002006-11-20T10:09:33.946+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/1600/wrong-way.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/320/wrong-way.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Tan de bo sempre estiguessin tan ben indicats...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-116401372051703915?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1163668618671281732006-11-16T10:13:00.000+01:002006-11-16T10:16:58.680+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/1600/cover.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/320/cover.png" border="0" /></a> Diuen que jo, com ell, tambe vaig neixer al mateix temps que el sol...<br />I avui, d'això en fa 27 anys!<br />Un somriure...i una arrugueta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-116366861867128173?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1163147943826067702006-11-10T09:37:00.000+01:002006-11-10T09:39:03.833+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/1600/postal_13.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/320/postal_13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hi ha vegades en que nomes pots fer una cosa...<br />Ser-hi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-116314794382606770?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1162913264713088092006-11-07T16:24:00.000+01:002006-11-07T16:27:44.726+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/1600/playa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/320/playa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sense pressa, però sense pausa.<br />Segueixo avançant. No sé cap a on, però se que cada passa que faig es prou important.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-116291326471308809?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37218625.post-1162805519926568562006-11-06T10:29:00.000+01:002006-11-06T10:31:59.933+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/1600/camins.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3601/4176/320/camins.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Buscant, com sempre, nous camins...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37218625-116280551992656856?l=bombollesdemar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Justinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06672384628345160693noreply@blogger.com1