tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79936312679058489692011-10-02T08:28:44.246-07:00Como lo dice el título, lo que pienso poner aqui son instantes. Instantes que logre capturar con mi camara y lo que estos me hagan sentir. O de vez en cuando, algun texto con ideas y sensaciones que puedo tener y que deba sacarlas de mi para que no se pierdan y poderlas compartir. Ademas, que lindo es escribir!!!Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-39390788858254627732011-09-16T15:22:00.001-07:002011-09-16T15:31:36.978-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCTkzpM-tCI/TnPOCXbFLhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JIv-cIKKpOY/s1600/p15.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCTkzpM-tCI/TnPOCXbFLhI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JIv-cIKKpOY/s320/p15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653088497322765842" /></a><br />Tuve la oportunidad de subir al campanario de una de las iglesias del Centro Histórico de Quito (no recuerdo el nombre! :( ) Coincidí con el atardecer, desde ahi se veia como anochecía y se iluminaba de cuadra en cuadra mi hermosa ciudad.. además confirmé que en las alturas se siente una paz inigualable... Un motivo más para envidiarles a los seres alados..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-3939078885825462773?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-69955884887599632482011-09-16T15:13:00.000-07:002011-09-16T15:14:46.743-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAX-GtY-NiM/TnPKRl5iPLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kYhh7ucAegI/s1600/p10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAX-GtY-NiM/TnPKRl5iPLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kYhh7ucAegI/s320/p10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653084360860122290" /></a><br />Sin las nubes el cielo no sería tan hermoso..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-6995588488759963248?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-83684205150104711462011-09-16T15:10:00.001-07:002011-09-16T15:12:47.745-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tioh7grzTMc/TnPJ0H4nGoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3n4NcT9qjN0/s1600/p6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tioh7grzTMc/TnPJ0H4nGoI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3n4NcT9qjN0/s320/p6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653083854586976898" /></a><br />Volar debe ser la mejor sensación existente... dichosas ellas que vuelan por el cielo y cúpulas del Centro Histórico de Quito, ven paisajes y se posan en lugares inalcanzables para los limitados no-alados seres humanos como tu y yo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-8368420515010471146?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-55029645856495778722011-09-16T12:58:00.000-07:002011-09-16T13:04:05.684-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ogHq5zuZc0/TnOrkR9qzYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/K08nSVnc7r4/s1600/g28.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ogHq5zuZc0/TnOrkR9qzYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/K08nSVnc7r4/s320/g28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653050597065805186" /></a><br />Los danzantes y los borrachos alegremente se dejaban quemar por las gotas de luz candentes que caian sobre ellos. Yo tambien quise bañarme de luz, pero estaba muy sobria.. q envidia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-5502964585649577872?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-65677415738303668702010-08-16T18:22:00.000-07:002010-08-16T18:25:18.109-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnkt2OHEsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRSZSu2FHuQ/s1600/Pasochoa+Aug+2010+Memorias+varias+171.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnkt2OHEsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRSZSu2FHuQ/s320/Pasochoa+Aug+2010+Memorias+varias+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506183495737086658" border="0" /></a>El García, tambien coronó el Pasochoa, tambien disfrutó del paisaje...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-6567741573830366870?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-45696608356630144012010-08-16T18:18:00.000-07:002010-08-16T18:22:41.074-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnjquzAXCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0uosPj7wJ4/s1600/Pasochoa+Aug+2010+Memorias+varias+165.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnjquzAXCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0uosPj7wJ4/s320/Pasochoa+Aug+2010+Memorias+varias+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506182342693116962" border="0" /></a>"El premio de la Pachamama por el esfuerzo... " dijo el Pepe. Es una bendicion poder ver un condor volar en libertad y desde arriba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-4569660835663014401?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-82828747885435286652010-08-16T18:14:00.001-07:002010-08-16T18:28:26.780-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnizcZyQAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K6r-TnaLw6s/s1600/Pasochoa+Aug+2010+Memorias+varias+164.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnizcZyQAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K6r-TnaLw6s/s320/Pasochoa+Aug+2010+Memorias+varias+164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506181392862691330" border="0" /></a><br />Q sensacion! Satisfaccion absoluta...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-8282874788543528665?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-45334946245099675802010-08-16T17:29:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:32:39.952-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnYGD9_yBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYLhAs6oyBE/s1600/gps39.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnYGD9_yBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YYLhAs6oyBE/s320/gps39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506169618093295634" border="0" /></a>Las señales son claras...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-4533494624509967580?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-38684331198443163152010-08-16T17:24:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:29:13.253-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnXCPTCvcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cRvY0zyEvBE/s1600/gps35.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnXCPTCvcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/cRvY0zyEvBE/s320/gps35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506168452903255490" border="0" /></a>El amor cuando duele.. duele!<a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&quot;ubtn-disabled&quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-3868433119844316315?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-8685387384789307392010-08-16T17:18:00.000-07:002010-08-16T18:01:41.185-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnVgYPvNRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-xexAl02W30/s1600/gps31+sepia.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnVgYPvNRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-xexAl02W30/s320/gps31+sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506166771678131474" border="0" /></a>Ellos jugaban, se topaban las narices y las trompas, se miraban directamente a los ojos y el gruñía con emoción. Amor puro, amor animal, asi lo recuerdo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-868538738478930739?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-88873122233910047102010-08-16T17:12:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:18:06.915-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnUf0YTlXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dk4B5NPQKIg/s1600/gps3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnUf0YTlXI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dk4B5NPQKIg/s320/gps3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506165662538765682" border="0" /></a>Estando en un lugar asi, lo unico que puedo sentir es esperanza por nuestro planeta..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-8887312223391004710?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-24509359982385115402010-08-16T17:03:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:09:58.244-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnR9wQmc9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/17hDcxhiMjY/s1600/rosas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnR9wQmc9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/17hDcxhiMjY/s320/rosas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506162878293898194" border="0" /></a>Los sentimientos tienen colores, la tristeza es color negro o gris, la felicidad es color amarillo y sin duda alguna la pasion es de este color...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-2450935998238511540?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-45434498939511514012010-08-16T16:57:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:03:06.088-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnQr-3lHPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JfRz-_4Xbck/s1600/puli+y+amigo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnQr-3lHPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JfRz-_4Xbck/s320/puli+y+amigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506161473466211570" border="0" /></a>El piso esta muy frio y duro.. creo q mejor me siento en tus patas ya???? jajaja...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-4543449893951151401?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-84046437133538507112010-08-16T16:52:00.000-07:002010-08-16T16:57:45.539-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnPc8ljoKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4TL0dApyIE/s1600/mi+lindo+ecuador.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnPc8ljoKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P4TL0dApyIE/s320/mi+lindo+ecuador.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506160115644080290" border="0" /></a><br />A la derecha esta el punto mas alto del planeta... el Cotopaxi rodeado de nubes que parecen espumilla...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-8404643713353850711?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-29269361347752526982010-08-16T16:45:00.000-07:002010-08-16T16:52:15.441-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnOSUMJRHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t8eabqgGGhs/s1600/marido+y+mujer.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnOSUMJRHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t8eabqgGGhs/s320/marido+y+mujer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506158833489757298" border="0" /></a>El matrimonio no lo define un papel firmado, el matrimonio lo define la ternura, la amistad, el deseo, la complicidad, la confianza, las risas y las penas en pareja. Esto es lo que esta foto pretende transmitir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-2926936134775252698?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-47167730778446590402010-08-16T16:39:00.000-07:002010-08-16T16:45:18.162-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnMa8Izm-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DK8rHOwe500/s1600/la+luna+y+la+ciudad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/TGnMa8Izm-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/DK8rHOwe500/s320/la+luna+y+la+ciudad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506156782628871138" border="0" /></a>en la ciudad todo corre tan deprisa que a ratos solo se ven estelas de luz en vez de objetos o cuerpos...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-4716773077844659040?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-35865533579429966912009-08-12T14:37:00.000-07:002009-08-12T14:47:38.617-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoM3sKDpRdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gH2arMvAkTg/s1600-h/lomo+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369196412509177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoM3sKDpRdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gH2arMvAkTg/s320/lomo+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Esta ballena estaba con su cria. Este animal tan grande entraba y salía del agua con tanta elegancia y sutileza y al mismo tiempo intimidaba con su tamaño ya que parecia ser muy amigable , un verdadero privilegio...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-3586553357942996691?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-5281700631507843452009-08-12T14:19:00.000-07:002009-08-12T14:22:16.302-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMyef1u1zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Hs3rxUzRHR4/s1600-h/cola+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369190680280094514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMyef1u1zI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Hs3rxUzRHR4/s320/cola+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Q honor... :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-528170063150784345?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-76755629797550532842009-08-12T13:39:00.000-07:002009-08-12T13:41:58.527-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMo3UfjhII/AAAAAAAAAE0/mJtfU3ZiHHw/s1600-h/cola+de+ballena+y+bote.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369180111614739586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMo3UfjhII/AAAAAAAAAE0/mJtfU3ZiHHw/s320/cola+de+ballena+y+bote.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En este pais tan hermoso, el Ecuador, de Junio a Septiembre uno puede disfrutar a un precio muy bajo un espectaculo como este, que en realidad no tiene precio. Q hermosas!!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-7675562979755053284?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-9278123366176187902009-08-12T12:51:00.000-07:002009-08-13T10:59:59.685-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMd1g6KEQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZIyIUOg2tTA/s1600-h/AGOSTO+GYE+2009+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369167985959899394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMd1g6KEQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZIyIUOg2tTA/s320/AGOSTO+GYE+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Gracias a ti se que puedo ser mucho mas que una simple gaviota... q buen libro!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-927812336617618790?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-7068996428934118822009-08-12T12:33:00.000-07:002009-08-12T12:43:22.155-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMbI-72ZnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qLJBTY1gLxo/s1600-h/AGOSTO+GYE+2009+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369165021902694002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMbI-72ZnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qLJBTY1gLxo/s320/AGOSTO+GYE+2009+088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La realidad generalmente es bien cruda, muy diferente a la que la sociedad nos presenta en platos decorados... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-706899642893411882?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-57538795021127662712009-08-12T12:19:00.000-07:002009-08-12T12:29:51.839-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMYBPdAzGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OVlmxTSWICU/s1600-h/AGOSTO+GYE+2009+171.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369161590362917986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SoMYBPdAzGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OVlmxTSWICU/s320/AGOSTO+GYE+2009+171.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Me parecio increible como tanta gente caminaba por la playa y era tan indiferente a varios animales como este hermoso pez espada que fueron sacados del mar a la fuerza y de una manera brutal. Uno de ellos habia perdido su espada seguramente en la lucha por no ser sacado del agua. Todos tenemos que comer, es verdad, pero no pude evitar sentirme mal y culpable cuando vi esto. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-5753879502112766271?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-72543131031923389022009-07-17T11:40:00.000-07:002009-07-17T11:53:16.515-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SmDFs1gjFcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rf_bcSEBM9o/s1600-h/marley+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359500930639402434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SmDFs1gjFcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rf_bcSEBM9o/s320/marley+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Es increible como este felino hermoso puede hacerme tan feliz! A pesar de sus travesuras, mordeduras, rasguños y maullidos desesperantes, en estos 4 meses q ha estado conmigo es mi amado amigo/hijo/peluche viviente Marley Chalie Gary Mandú Ospina. Es muy peculiar como su nombre..Es mi despertador, no falla, siempre a las 06h00 me despierta para que no me quede dormida. Es una combinacion de perro y gato, pq si le lanzo una pelota me la trae para que le vuelva a lanzar (increible! jaaj) y le fascina pegarse un baño en la ducha o bajo cualquier grifo de agua! Es un poco malcriado, pero eso ya es culpa mia jeje... ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-7254313103192338902?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-32680120830390844682009-05-01T09:34:00.000-07:002009-05-01T10:00:21.930-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SfsqikW0pWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MMjN-MNSLwM/s1600-h/arcoiris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330901357286434146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SfsqikW0pWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MMjN-MNSLwM/s320/arcoiris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hay momentos fugaces en los que vemos y, si tenemos suerte, capturamos con una camara algo tan magico como un arcoiris. Siempre que veo uno me siento como una niña en un mundo magico lleno de colores y de paz. Creo que todo tiene una razon de ser y existir y cuando el arcoiris aparece nos recuerda que en nuestras vidas no solo hay blancos, grises y negros, tambien hay miles de colores que nos llenan de alegria y que normalmente solo los vemos luego de los momentos oscuros y tormentosos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-3268012083039084468?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-459854132892658032008-11-04T09:52:00.000-08:002008-11-04T09:54:50.621-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCMG3El05I/AAAAAAAAACc/mDMC7zY5QkU/s1600-h/mariposa+en+margarita+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264862013886419858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCMG3El05I/AAAAAAAAACc/mDMC7zY5QkU/s320/mariposa+en+margarita+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-45985413289265803?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-32833906023362267702008-11-04T09:49:00.000-08:002008-11-04T09:51:54.075-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCLbqcAJPI/AAAAAAAAACU/tFBagFgnLbo/s1600-h/mariposa+con+cola+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264861271760577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCLbqcAJPI/AAAAAAAAACU/tFBagFgnLbo/s320/mariposa+con+cola+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Haz click y hazle zoom para verle mejor... Q hermosa mariposa!!! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-3283390602336226770?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-50864799345303145422008-11-04T09:25:00.000-08:002008-11-04T09:40:21.159-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCItOjagPI/AAAAAAAAACE/faKg2LTNDdw/s1600-h/efecto+agua+(3).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264858274978234610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCItOjagPI/AAAAAAAAACE/faKg2LTNDdw/s320/efecto+agua+(3).JPG" border="0" /></a> Esta es la cascada Reina en Mindo. Q lugar tan lindo!!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-5086479934530314542?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-65259804497307310052008-11-04T09:20:00.000-08:002008-11-04T09:24:06.763-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCEsRSpgFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W84omfhKG6k/s1600-h/araña.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264853860486840402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCEsRSpgFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/W84omfhKG6k/s320/ara%C3%B1a.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Honestamente, les tengo fobia a estos animales pero la verdad es que algunas tienen unos diseños y formas muy interesantes como esta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-6525980449730731005?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-88865908551028250792008-11-04T09:15:00.000-08:002008-11-04T10:21:12.909-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCDqlmAu9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c4tSSjeqzNU/s1600-h/mariposa+tecnicolor.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264852732065397714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SRCDqlmAu9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/c4tSSjeqzNU/s320/mariposa+tecnicolor.JPG" border="0" /></a> Q colores!!! Y a medida que se movía, la franja turquesa se hacía verde eléctrico y amarillo eléctrico. Un verdadero show...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-8886590855102825079?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-49490058119567166742008-09-10T14:44:00.000-07:002008-09-10T15:03:24.140-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMhDBOjb13I/AAAAAAAAABs/AwgCgEiyeck/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244515454438594418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMhDBOjb13I/AAAAAAAAABs/AwgCgEiyeck/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />El colibrí es, sin duda alguna, una de las aves mas lindas del mundo y, personalmente, es de mis favoritas. En un día muy soleado, es bueno buscar entre las sombras de las ramas. A veces hay mas de lo que nuestros ojos ven a simple vista. Yo me encontré con el...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-4949005811956716674?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-49641921675104441372008-09-09T12:56:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:06:41.184-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMbVjWHwgcI/AAAAAAAAABU/-eTjCkBZ9iE/s1600-h/cayambe+prisci.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244113619329778114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMbVjWHwgcI/AAAAAAAAABU/-eTjCkBZ9iE/s320/cayambe+prisci.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Esta soy yo hace menos de un año camino al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cayambe</span>, uno de los nevados mas grandes de mi país. Q buen paseo! Hace tanto tiempo que no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">había</span> sentido la nieve... Q frío pero, así mismo, q paisajes!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-4964192167510444137?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-56560700059669098862008-09-09T12:42:00.000-07:002008-09-09T12:56:02.867-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMbSwNwv7fI/AAAAAAAAABM/YTkdOJatuxw/s1600-h/noche+de+verano.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244110541889203698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMbSwNwv7fI/AAAAAAAAABM/YTkdOJatuxw/s320/noche+de+verano.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Esta foto esta dedicada a los lunáticos... como yo jeje! Amo la noche y amo la luna!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-5656070005966909886?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-28975339943063420602008-09-09T11:23:00.000-07:002008-09-09T11:35:32.338-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa_QXfWkeI/AAAAAAAAABA/H9It2_JUM8M/s1600-h/S5000952.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244089104023851490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa_QXfWkeI/AAAAAAAAABA/H9It2_JUM8M/s320/S5000952.JPG" border="0" /></a> El olor del aire que respires a esta hora en la selva es algo espectacular! Y hay tantos sonidos!! Es pureza y vida que te entra por cada poro! A mi me recarga las pilas... Se que los colores no tienen olores pero si el color verde tuviera un olor, sería este.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-2897533994306342060?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-28646421717111014962008-09-09T11:10:00.000-07:002008-09-09T11:15:36.609-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa8Z_JfkYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xKcHBwq6aSk/s1600-h/S5000911.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244085970753524098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa8Z_JfkYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xKcHBwq6aSk/s320/S5000911.JPG" border="0" /></a>Este árbol se lo conoce como el árbol de la tortura ya que los antiguos <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">indígenas</span> de la <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amazonía</span> ecuatoriana lo utilizaban para torturar a sus prisioneros o a quien <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">debía</span> ser castigado. La persona era amarrada al <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">árbol</span> hasta que moría.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-2864642171711101496?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-92195538074737434132008-09-09T11:01:00.000-07:002008-09-09T11:09:19.973-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa6yUd_31I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RzXLSIwLcTg/s1600-h/S5000875.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244084189770276690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa6yUd_31I/AAAAAAAAAAw/RzXLSIwLcTg/s320/S5000875.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hay pocos lugares como la selva amazónica... esta es la Laguna Pilchicocha al atardecer. Provincia Francisco de Orellana - Ecuador. Esta foto me recuerda a lo que una vez un profesor de medicina alternativa me dijo: "como es arriba, es abajo". </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-9219553807473743413?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7993631267905848969.post-16203384691144505102008-09-09T10:50:00.000-07:002008-09-09T10:56:42.830-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa3iZ4NkZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SrMi9lstol8/s1600-h/S5000984.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244080617809613202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dTtdnYHu8Vw/SMa3iZ4NkZI/AAAAAAAAAAo/SrMi9lstol8/s320/S5000984.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Esta foto fue tomada en una zona cercana a Quito, no recuerdo bien el nombre. Me inspira mucha paz y me llena de esperanza... Poco antes hubo una tormenta muy fuerte pero como siempre, despues de la tormenta, llega la calma. ;)</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7993631267905848969-1620338469114450510?l=prisciospina.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Priscillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04260731824661857699noreply@blogger.com0