tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73990755717469385452011-04-21T19:30:12.021+01:00[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-90865768178620662692007-09-23T14:16:00.000Z2008-01-07T02:56:48.480Z<strong>homenaje.</strong> (Del prov. <em>homenatge</em>). m. Actual eufemismo para 'monumento'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-9086576817862066269?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-64189591475569181682007-08-31T14:15:00.000Z2007-09-23T14:15:47.865ZMes 'in albis'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-6418959147556918168?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-7644064806243074262007-07-31T14:14:00.000Z2007-09-23T14:15:24.080ZMes 'in albis'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-764406480624307426?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-21481489676038419142007-06-30T23:53:00.000Z2007-07-09T23:54:06.065ZMes 'in albis'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-2148148967603841914?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-81175834712945679872007-05-31T23:49:00.000Z2007-07-09T23:50:04.334ZMes 'in albis'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-8117583471294567987?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-81581734962869265332007-04-30T23:49:00.000Z2007-07-09T23:49:36.884ZMes 'in albis'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-8158173496286926533?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-57409979752941648342007-03-31T23:47:00.000Z2007-07-09T23:48:57.658ZMes 'in albis'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-5740997975294164834?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-66577919329041301112007-02-28T23:46:00.000Z2007-02-28T23:52:05.995ZTe observo. Tú, dormido. Se me ocurre susurrarte: "deja de morirte". No estás enfermo, pero cada día que pasa estás [estamos] más cerca del final. Y no me imagino terminar después de ti.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-6657791932904130111?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-74917461805120662812007-01-14T20:08:00.000Z2007-03-18T22:56:55.866ZPreguntas, chateando, si mi voz es dulce. Te escribo las palabras que tanto te descolocan. "No lo sé". Insistes. Quieres saber si es grave, dulce, natural. Te contesto que todo intento de pronunciar palabra es forzar la voz, así que natural, desde luego, no es.<br />Prefiero estar callado. Tú también callas, a regañadientes, y continuamos la conversación en silencio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-7491746180512066281?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7399075571746938545.post-6439551619955664942006-12-23T13:47:00.000Z2006-12-23T15:57:48.071ZContinuamos, que "uno" no significa comienzo, sino orden. Que el que ésta sea la primera entrada no quiere decir que contenga mis primeras palabras. Y que mil y una palabras ya valen más que una imagen.<br />Por esto y por mucho más estoy aquí, sin mucho que decir porque me he quedado en blanco, y así seguiré, creo, por bastante tiempo en adelante.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7399075571746938545-643955161995566494?l=albus-a-um.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[...]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07153494978212964745noreply@blogger.com1