tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37730520576343942462024-02-19T04:31:28.196-08:00Tu vida en una imagen...Un lente en el lugar de un pincel y los rayos del sol por acuarelas...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-19243763539276260042011-08-22T13:20:00.000-07:002011-08-22T13:21:37.661-07:00Sol<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBFc_WMO942Lfu1xdXayER71coUDd2BAk_sOFVpRH04J_ka8ofOWXFT9AG9ahNfu4nuzCmkiRNOAYxv4J7KtSqvdfBO5CHS6AcDEHCEeqhXhB-fuv2k8AQsQF75BEPmMjKwPHqH1WIcRT/s1600/malcriado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBFc_WMO942Lfu1xdXayER71coUDd2BAk_sOFVpRH04J_ka8ofOWXFT9AG9ahNfu4nuzCmkiRNOAYxv4J7KtSqvdfBO5CHS6AcDEHCEeqhXhB-fuv2k8AQsQF75BEPmMjKwPHqH1WIcRT/s320/malcriado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643778009851345682" border="0" /></a>
<br />Mascaron en el Barrio San Marcos, Quito
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<br />charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-88119608257178789772011-08-10T06:54:00.000-07:002011-08-10T06:56:20.909-07:00Mendigo en San Francisco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmM8bcgrIvZSAGO2Wq88kZD-hVD_bLgaXtPEKDtn5mc71t9Lf67nKyXzp-d2-Z6u5byPRjyBbtjq0BgRZC2MfLslh9qFMiqCtY2Tc6_f2QdheQIP1l_3JB5wKrkLqtUp6-64Gb6qlPIJ3/s1600/bn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmM8bcgrIvZSAGO2Wq88kZD-hVD_bLgaXtPEKDtn5mc71t9Lf67nKyXzp-d2-Z6u5byPRjyBbtjq0BgRZC2MfLslh9qFMiqCtY2Tc6_f2QdheQIP1l_3JB5wKrkLqtUp6-64Gb6qlPIJ3/s320/bn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639225590098771202" border="0" /></a>
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<br />charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-60059710391227534002011-07-17T18:08:00.000-07:002011-07-17T18:10:09.696-07:00Amanecer desde el Guagua Pichincha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTYC27qpSeNjAW761BpXoxUrwsIpX_VnSnhvJBPG8qZxDG9YgGkC-JLcVtbjHx3Kv4tEqZWXB_JkezXnkY1VXNFOcy1fYsT5OIbbIpICGO3HpUVjDUdzlokemkYz9BbG4w1R9dWi2DJ8G/s1600/IMG_5807.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTYC27qpSeNjAW761BpXoxUrwsIpX_VnSnhvJBPG8qZxDG9YgGkC-JLcVtbjHx3Kv4tEqZWXB_JkezXnkY1VXNFOcy1fYsT5OIbbIpICGO3HpUVjDUdzlokemkYz9BbG4w1R9dWi2DJ8G/s320/IMG_5807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630493019368137010" border="0" /></a><br />En la tarde de un sábado acampo cerca del <a href="http://0latitud.blogspot.com/2010/07/refugio-del-volcan-pichincha.html">Refugio del guagua Pichincha</a>, me despierto al amanecer y veo como el sol visita la Carita de Dioscharlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-33152335395501023252011-07-10T19:14:00.000-07:002011-07-17T18:07:59.532-07:00Antisana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi0XS3mIPZZZxOHQWSYQ84v6MUMB9dXYJLL-FXJfBk7pXeOiGJ4kyX3TfxvcGulwcW7kIk-NbPFtegCffqYvl4dbDxKNrtUNckPNuUl1L-zMYAnqL2zwJKG1d5sxoLaBL13IISOLH3PNY/s1600/IMG_2433.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi0XS3mIPZZZxOHQWSYQ84v6MUMB9dXYJLL-FXJfBk7pXeOiGJ4kyX3TfxvcGulwcW7kIk-NbPFtegCffqYvl4dbDxKNrtUNckPNuUl1L-zMYAnqL2zwJKG1d5sxoLaBL13IISOLH3PNY/s320/IMG_2433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627912612248987858" border="0" /></a>6:30 am, me despierta un leve rayo de sol y se que es un buen dia para explorar.<br /><br />Voy a Pintag, cruzo las canteras y me desvio a <a href="http://0latitud.blogspot.com/2011/01/laguna-de-la-mica.html">La Mica</a>, unos kilometros adelante me encuentro con el gigante de nieve.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-11656075615758908782011-06-29T11:49:00.000-07:002011-06-29T11:50:26.330-07:00Globo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWkkv6buK-qmBo1XKk7MwJ8kkA3sSEpK2vItOFXlbS9veDsm9YW5roJrSXWUpF9mmM-64wfgRg-1Q4wHmL67PiyJLR6AstiGcX4v9E23zMdtDmuCBNHzjL2NJ8C3Q6aop7hUlOgTXDscv/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZWkkv6buK-qmBo1XKk7MwJ8kkA3sSEpK2vItOFXlbS9veDsm9YW5roJrSXWUpF9mmM-64wfgRg-1Q4wHmL67PiyJLR6AstiGcX4v9E23zMdtDmuCBNHzjL2NJ8C3Q6aop7hUlOgTXDscv/s320/IMG_1957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623715932753281266" border="0" /></a>Globo aerostatico sobre la Plaza de Sto. Domingo, Quitocharlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-19799964438729857362011-06-19T06:11:00.000-07:002011-06-19T06:12:47.378-07:00Chimborazo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLnWutniktZqZ_QLZrid_p-GjOu-aRV9dtMTXHLr7Gb9fSMvaD_XtrafPorUAkPIRP7u8ShMEN-rWd9ntvBau9Grs3BhQK1UlWta3pQ5HI2vFA9u5fhivcizPRfvQP3bxi7y3y9CE3kjp/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLnWutniktZqZ_QLZrid_p-GjOu-aRV9dtMTXHLr7Gb9fSMvaD_XtrafPorUAkPIRP7u8ShMEN-rWd9ntvBau9Grs3BhQK1UlWta3pQ5HI2vFA9u5fhivcizPRfvQP3bxi7y3y9CE3kjp/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619918062935706530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />El Chimborazo visto desde Riobambacharlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-82589835920285969662011-06-05T14:06:00.000-07:002011-06-05T14:15:18.278-07:00Luna a medias<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqTQ_pDXhcjOzBWdITC84jdea5SbtMuGeUOIbFW-cLu5f-pjeIVuf-1tF3mVk2Xr-Mh4lsiThbTlEqCaAT_cnp0tN4IjJgZB2OI1ogwB_eh-MEzQdPOUX2VpfvheR7Q4QvY6bQYvoAuzY/s1600/IMG_2939.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXqTQ_pDXhcjOzBWdITC84jdea5SbtMuGeUOIbFW-cLu5f-pjeIVuf-1tF3mVk2Xr-Mh4lsiThbTlEqCaAT_cnp0tN4IjJgZB2OI1ogwB_eh-MEzQdPOUX2VpfvheR7Q4QvY6bQYvoAuzY/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614845263836494898" border="0" /></a><br />Te quiero a medias...<br />Un dia me enamoro y el otro te odio,<br />la Luna una noche se oculta y de a poco se ilusiona de las estrellas,<br />una noche se muestra toda y se entrega por completo al firmamento.<br /><br />y luego va desapareciendo... como el amor que te tengo...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-58620387261327232022011-04-13T19:15:00.000-07:002011-05-01T20:25:20.986-07:00Lejano<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-RgjwGhXq5-ygflbcBU_AxMvrgFIlwdgr2fu2ozEVNnEMD4uK-GqCwasceTAxlDxtnCs3MjbvtLO0HxhjDUG3bL3g2RIKoug-JPsA6a_H6Oe07RHvBhzX9hXe2WTEhLJ3188zCzx59/s1600/IMG_1618.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-RgjwGhXq5-ygflbcBU_AxMvrgFIlwdgr2fu2ozEVNnEMD4uK-GqCwasceTAxlDxtnCs3MjbvtLO0HxhjDUG3bL3g2RIKoug-JPsA6a_H6Oe07RHvBhzX9hXe2WTEhLJ3188zCzx59/s320/IMG_1618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595257318105643810" border="0" /></a><br />Incredulo intenté guardar tu vuelo en mi cárcel de besos,<br />cerrar tus alas entre mis brazos.<br />tu ya habias decidido migrar...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-82084927589496218342011-04-13T19:14:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:15:39.798-07:00Surfista<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyLIfOe_sKNDIrq3riPPixrUHZxGdZaeEM0gDaC70it66JQO7XiXFTf1LKG0Xrpj9HNJ2TSy0fpyQ5BgVoRIdhmSHtVVwt2R8J6okdAzANkw3N9VcNg8ZneOBdFs6HHxzJhiUv28jwGPs/s1600/IMG_1623.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyLIfOe_sKNDIrq3riPPixrUHZxGdZaeEM0gDaC70it66JQO7XiXFTf1LKG0Xrpj9HNJ2TSy0fpyQ5BgVoRIdhmSHtVVwt2R8J6okdAzANkw3N9VcNg8ZneOBdFs6HHxzJhiUv28jwGPs/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595257111768913314" border="0" /></a><br />Playa de Canoa, Manabí<br />Surfista al atardecercharlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-75604225844718176592011-03-26T10:03:00.000-07:002011-03-26T10:11:44.237-07:00Piñan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqIB1bhQPcFy8z9xnPV0dEt91SNryVAbzDb7suqW_jwcSz2nvAseLgbIMgLyU7u8MKij6SMuQditzJapNOboZ3U6qioOHnWb8jKjTKV3diPo4beMc9Krp6hzkW9VV0pExq5mpa5YK6xGd/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqIB1bhQPcFy8z9xnPV0dEt91SNryVAbzDb7suqW_jwcSz2nvAseLgbIMgLyU7u8MKij6SMuQditzJapNOboZ3U6qioOHnWb8jKjTKV3diPo4beMc9Krp6hzkW9VV0pExq5mpa5YK6xGd/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588435576319104946" border="0" /></a><br />La noche se aproxima, anhelo tu labios.<br />deja que te cubra de besos, solo por hoy.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-50859313735951326202011-03-07T14:56:00.000-08:002011-03-07T14:57:45.814-08:00Anhelo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsFCxtCi6xSWNuTUGGHxelEPpzcpsBRWlpHkdtxXERU-jcDTs6yDyhPT8HqX_PmmdmklBLCp527qONGiPCRoyHxpM2pzBMz_ML1HEHDDJaGfzzNLnUeKS3WszsVT4N0bW_ZAWKCRWdx2m/s1600/pahuma+163.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsFCxtCi6xSWNuTUGGHxelEPpzcpsBRWlpHkdtxXERU-jcDTs6yDyhPT8HqX_PmmdmklBLCp527qONGiPCRoyHxpM2pzBMz_ML1HEHDDJaGfzzNLnUeKS3WszsVT4N0bW_ZAWKCRWdx2m/s320/pahuma+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581475792384153938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Mirada en lo alto... anhelo.<br />El cielo se escurre entre los dedos de un niño.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-4628766703048705072011-02-13T16:53:00.000-08:002011-02-13T16:58:29.049-08:00Reflexión<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cOHmqS4Mx511FruWkTI2zaCaQ_pUMaGNUmVODGWbZ87E_3DH64n35QIMg4fffHlt7K3r9oIKN1vux7sR_i_ZexG2LGn5XrdtaRBgv7om1CMz74QvZktRaM-RzOcW68ej66M4jVz0_HnJ/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cOHmqS4Mx511FruWkTI2zaCaQ_pUMaGNUmVODGWbZ87E_3DH64n35QIMg4fffHlt7K3r9oIKN1vux7sR_i_ZexG2LGn5XrdtaRBgv7om1CMz74QvZktRaM-RzOcW68ej66M4jVz0_HnJ/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573342559310092162" border="0" /></a><br />Recojo mis pensamientos, pero no los puros ni nobles.<br />Recojo aquellos que tu amor me ha causado.<br />Mi lujuria, mi rebeldia.<br /><br />Ofrendo mi deseo en el lugar mas apartado de la ciudad.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-34238642701186821122011-01-26T10:28:00.000-08:002011-01-26T10:29:51.138-08:00Limon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx43m6xvfBbPJiNekOTWHdI5en7N6I8Fijhd-vte5i9n1ZG0_i1HY3tlCi-5ebSOA1Nq1pJushfqhpGLhOdUJBYtoop6qyzJZV1BGD0s9EbRghWZXUV1W_C7VS2OzVi7QWzjSseGovuGY/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx43m6xvfBbPJiNekOTWHdI5en7N6I8Fijhd-vte5i9n1ZG0_i1HY3tlCi-5ebSOA1Nq1pJushfqhpGLhOdUJBYtoop6qyzJZV1BGD0s9EbRghWZXUV1W_C7VS2OzVi7QWzjSseGovuGY/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566563283750212018" border="0" /></a><br />Verde, que te quiero verde...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-22376269285446349712011-01-10T16:58:00.000-08:002011-01-10T17:09:29.623-08:00Indígena Embera, Zona Carretera, Chocó, Colombia.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFHvgzIjywE/TSurcDKcvwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DdN5MpJPQ3I/s1600/DSCN4347.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rFHvgzIjywE/TSurcDKcvwI/AAAAAAAAAiE/DdN5MpJPQ3I/s400/DSCN4347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560726663292829442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">Los cerca de 1.900 embera de la zona carretera que habitan hace más de 60 años en esta parte del Chocó en condiciones de pobreza, han vivido entre el conflicto armado por más de 30 años. Los indígenas denunciaron que hace 14 años se recrudeció la violencia, pero desde el 2009 y más aún en lo que va del 2010, los combates y las continuas agresiones de los grupos armados los han confinado. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-11926072270639210662011-01-05T11:08:00.000-08:002011-01-05T11:11:18.419-08:00espero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCTlP5AwW8t51uMOLsqewmJpDOFjqTTX6GYIUrPmyohro4OLHj_bPbFgMGm6hPrt7QI5dNRkIhe1L4Mt4lrgH45oiltMSdif8wXfZBaPHA-h8k0DVHZ6Dkaq7Kx1KA8BzyChQrcb78ABE/s1600/PC280030.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgCTlP5AwW8t51uMOLsqewmJpDOFjqTTX6GYIUrPmyohro4OLHj_bPbFgMGm6hPrt7QI5dNRkIhe1L4Mt4lrgH45oiltMSdif8wXfZBaPHA-h8k0DVHZ6Dkaq7Kx1KA8BzyChQrcb78ABE/s320/PC280030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558780763407299506" border="0" /></a>Un suspiro eterno, espero.<br />Una vida junto a la tuya,<br />obviando la monotonía del mundo<br />aferrado a un "te quiero".charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-51539259924221177952011-01-05T10:59:00.000-08:002011-01-05T11:07:51.271-08:00Velas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kLOJI_QHdlgxLOqM7zwGPuFwkGVLqRqQTJ1ZGU5R1cJxKLL-QY6MtTlIDtPB0QUm5xXjtKGnQoMhyphenhyphenbMu0K6ClGzok2Yw_NPwK042K151yl_Ftdyg6Xgqor51LrRl50EabuRWSUkwgY41/s1600/IMG_9675.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kLOJI_QHdlgxLOqM7zwGPuFwkGVLqRqQTJ1ZGU5R1cJxKLL-QY6MtTlIDtPB0QUm5xXjtKGnQoMhyphenhyphenbMu0K6ClGzok2Yw_NPwK042K151yl_Ftdyg6Xgqor51LrRl50EabuRWSUkwgY41/s320/IMG_9675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558779290664821170" border="0" /></a><br />Una velita para que no te olvides de mi,<br />Otra para que tu amor no se desentienda del mio<br />Una velita mas chiquita para San Cristobal.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-78126316242604809342010-12-24T06:54:00.000-08:002010-12-24T06:57:15.355-08:00Volcán Cayambe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnETa2m0d4l6pH13p5KWhPFMbuCf2qDpBy5mRaY8YuQnsz28pW71YyFKrSyQIvV73wa58I3tuktQMNZzqVTfZxeghvNU7gSpgWWnr1UJR9mXYQrJjLopqh8GLaRY6qBBoEfMqJdBw2p3O/s1600/1+003.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnETa2m0d4l6pH13p5KWhPFMbuCf2qDpBy5mRaY8YuQnsz28pW71YyFKrSyQIvV73wa58I3tuktQMNZzqVTfZxeghvNU7gSpgWWnr1UJR9mXYQrJjLopqh8GLaRY6qBBoEfMqJdBw2p3O/s320/1+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554262520078762514" border="0" /></a><br />Permanecer contigo en el ocaso,<br />recorrer laberintos,<br />unir tu vida a la mia.<br />Por siempre.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-43244007530514095932010-12-15T15:50:00.000-08:002010-12-15T15:54:11.720-08:00Noche<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakCDIWhXhNqxY4zjxacCQFQNZfQHrUUwsYou61WPApuMIVKcALE1G3kTq8-P_NUA1bxOOjRUPF100aQDbwu5Hw0lRlHG0v18kHHWaaav7RnIz5rqdCBf7fpkVwiU1z3_x4vzH9ErZBCkj/s1600/P7050231.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjakCDIWhXhNqxY4zjxacCQFQNZfQHrUUwsYou61WPApuMIVKcALE1G3kTq8-P_NUA1bxOOjRUPF100aQDbwu5Hw0lRlHG0v18kHHWaaav7RnIz5rqdCBf7fpkVwiU1z3_x4vzH9ErZBCkj/s320/P7050231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551060670029564434" border="0" /></a><br />Que me quieres, dices.<br /><br />Que te necesito, digo.<br /><br />Que tu corazón llora mi ausencia, replicas.<br /><br />Que sin ti mi cielo llora, afirmo<br /><br />La noche se queda sin argumentos al final...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-78581146526006355492010-11-25T11:34:00.001-08:002010-11-25T11:36:07.738-08:00Flores en el alba<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwq0M6SfC8buVlEj4tW2lKB-KaTSUWv9Sb-kqHVlIXdP3U3Dd64Tm-7JQAwQkQr85WzXSIh4QJwPlVAfAa9KKidiWLsKoIJurBp9opNx3TiD-IP7tDGCdRiyTA_0ef1QM6sFV0hjA4V3N/s1600/PB220138.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUwq0M6SfC8buVlEj4tW2lKB-KaTSUWv9Sb-kqHVlIXdP3U3Dd64Tm-7JQAwQkQr85WzXSIh4QJwPlVAfAa9KKidiWLsKoIJurBp9opNx3TiD-IP7tDGCdRiyTA_0ef1QM6sFV0hjA4V3N/s320/PB220138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543573074526166834" border="0" /></a><br />Apenas hay un brillo escaso de día,<br />tus hojas aun no se han abierto a mi amor.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-43063970818946951312010-11-16T19:29:00.000-08:002010-11-16T19:44:35.601-08:00Escondido<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4HSw7N9O8qZeOvtcA0oc44H4L5RvvhMA1YCsVrzGw2s73CgThc8TeoZuij4yIYcQQHHrGZU7BFt_2X62TmDmVOvaY6uRdchaiitRJewqfqMpvilzZvUJphfvIRAVltmhv0YyOqstKCuI/s1600/poste.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4HSw7N9O8qZeOvtcA0oc44H4L5RvvhMA1YCsVrzGw2s73CgThc8TeoZuij4yIYcQQHHrGZU7BFt_2X62TmDmVOvaY6uRdchaiitRJewqfqMpvilzZvUJphfvIRAVltmhv0YyOqstKCuI/s320/poste.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540355811536194626" border="0" /></a><br />En el fulgor de tus ojos quemo mis esperanzas.<br />Espero. Cubro mi silencio tras un letargo de vida.<br />En un arrebato de luz y sombra te robo un beso.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-65074089721305042202010-11-04T11:03:00.000-07:002010-11-06T09:36:01.603-07:00Puerto Ayora<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeZJOG1KPElLMWVwTCCEIy7zi2pTgjxHSlbKVk_CDVN1wIiIThTu2zjwhTrLgERveQJTe2HPQe4fwKGpYu6Xl3vzxQ5AnpRP7lFpp8aOBIm0GRGuX24z3CU4u69cFaW0eh-sPs6XFb7JG/s1600/PA290269.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeZJOG1KPElLMWVwTCCEIy7zi2pTgjxHSlbKVk_CDVN1wIiIThTu2zjwhTrLgERveQJTe2HPQe4fwKGpYu6Xl3vzxQ5AnpRP7lFpp8aOBIm0GRGuX24z3CU4u69cFaW0eh-sPs6XFb7JG/s320/PA290269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535756826651016130" border="0" /></a>El día se extingue y te siento a mi lado,<br />cerca... aunque media ciudad nos separe.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-28695702719707758562010-11-04T11:00:00.000-07:002010-11-04T11:03:22.669-07:00Canal del Amor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFawF9OiBZ5xTVUCH7ZAv5icmLo9TqxXfGeMRlspDus_fwUyOFEjlzOvRWsUySUYNCWxkoojVC-c6lM5Y1x36DzsNqkGLnpcjSTBxDZUUvZnWyc1jR-zpzuv0hWY-WQRDOY6xjYENH-Rc/s1600/IMG_8594.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOFawF9OiBZ5xTVUCH7ZAv5icmLo9TqxXfGeMRlspDus_fwUyOFEjlzOvRWsUySUYNCWxkoojVC-c6lM5Y1x36DzsNqkGLnpcjSTBxDZUUvZnWyc1jR-zpzuv0hWY-WQRDOY6xjYENH-Rc/s320/IMG_8594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535756149737793602" border="0" /></a><br />En un lugar recóndito quiero navegar contigo.<br />En un lugar ajeno quiero besarte.<br />En un lugar lejano quiero que nuestro amor se vuelva pecado<br />y asi expiar mi culpa con tus caricias.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-18410362221779945422010-11-04T10:58:00.000-07:002010-11-06T09:37:04.725-07:00Iguana<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkSdH_VZ4MUyLWJtk7aqeWdZhcw8W_erC9_kBXT44SI3UcnKMtISwrIKA1wF9q7kaRxOLLOarZX4pI195vS_QoYGqg6nEimuWTMwrCvk0y0c9v4bSROy0-8-I89_lForI4hZyTi-ynuKH/s1600/IMG_8547.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkSdH_VZ4MUyLWJtk7aqeWdZhcw8W_erC9_kBXT44SI3UcnKMtISwrIKA1wF9q7kaRxOLLOarZX4pI195vS_QoYGqg6nEimuWTMwrCvk0y0c9v4bSROy0-8-I89_lForI4hZyTi-ynuKH/s320/IMG_8547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535755520374541154" border="0" /></a><br />Y te miro expectante, esperando de tí un suspiro.<br />Miro y pienso en tu llanto y tu dulzura.<br /><br />El tiempo recurre inexorable a su habilidad de alargar los segundos y las horas lejos de ti, pero mi mirada seguirá posada en la tuya.charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-68572991802208282242010-11-04T10:55:00.000-07:002010-11-16T19:43:22.377-08:00Cotopaxi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ-Uv-eYSRNlBO9AV-Gaz8QcTp9tA-VxDqkEP3IBlSA-PZZnCOQGDmAlpXJiIUkbilg_lpp5Gbwtcg4CkSnpflzFnBgmC5pHX3X_S9IcNzoMCykJRk3SmDli5xTL7hwhPQ_wRyeS0K65_I/s1600/28b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ-Uv-eYSRNlBO9AV-Gaz8QcTp9tA-VxDqkEP3IBlSA-PZZnCOQGDmAlpXJiIUkbilg_lpp5Gbwtcg4CkSnpflzFnBgmC5pHX3X_S9IcNzoMCykJRk3SmDli5xTL7hwhPQ_wRyeS0K65_I/s320/28b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535754760148166578" border="0" /></a>Sé que estas ahí, en alguna parte...<br />sobre las nubes que no te dejan ver.<br />En el letargo infinito de un sueño...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773052057634394246.post-59157083376335947142010-11-02T19:37:00.000-07:002010-11-02T20:24:31.691-07:00Espinas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBTtVXq53bOb_N5dvfwDPHWYbeVdYag-xK6vMiypOiDQMKLYdzSv4riVB7Z_w9-ghy-ODG0J1EuV1l0XN9_7z1AGiPuxevkCBugQNiNOPH_cfnX0CDL9XiZEo3GJ-PVuHqdW4tc9wDf6j/s1600/29b.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVBTtVXq53bOb_N5dvfwDPHWYbeVdYag-xK6vMiypOiDQMKLYdzSv4riVB7Z_w9-ghy-ODG0J1EuV1l0XN9_7z1AGiPuxevkCBugQNiNOPH_cfnX0CDL9XiZEo3GJ-PVuHqdW4tc9wDf6j/s320/29b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535147614257043554" border="0" /></a><br />Una punzada en el corazón... llorarte, amarte... sentirte.<br />Resignarme a tu ausencia o tu prescencia.<br />Amar o llorar...charlie vasquezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531853753406900296noreply@blogger.com0