tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36933882204007873352011-07-28T21:30:54.880-07:00Camina las rutas creativas. Visita las rutas de la fotografía, Explora el "journaling", Camina la rutas de libros alterados. Rutas libres de la musa.Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-77171261498184962212009-08-06T09:51:00.000-07:002009-08-06T10:03:26.102-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsLWeAVG9I/AAAAAAAAAig/UNRfE2lPN60/s1600-h/105_0330.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366895861581552594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsLWeAVG9I/AAAAAAAAAig/UNRfE2lPN60/s320/105_0330.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsLCUtDx3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/C97LnOIrHW0/s1600-h/100_0963.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366895515487422322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsLCUtDx3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/C97LnOIrHW0/s320/100_0963.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsKwaICUoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mIxKUGULByQ/s1600-h/100_1011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366895207705105026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsKwaICUoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/mIxKUGULByQ/s320/100_1011.JPG" border="0" /></a> El Azul de las playas de Puerto Rico.</div><div>Playa de Jobos, Isabela</div><div> </div><div>El Rojo de pasión de la montaña,</div><div>Morovis Puerto Rico<br /><br />De pie ante los embates del tiempo.</div><div>Guanica, Puerto Rico.</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>Fotos por Saziwe (c) 2009<br /></strong></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SnsKdWQA2tI/AAAAAAAAAiI/H5MNcA3tVUM/s1600-h/100_0984.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-7717126149818496221?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-12356461053295739292009-06-11T18:35:00.000-07:002009-06-11T19:41:29.634-07:00<p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjG7f9DErTI/AAAAAAAAAho/fEvvq-20ORY/s1600-h/105_0286.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346260390303280434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjG7f9DErTI/AAAAAAAAAho/fEvvq-20ORY/s320/105_0286.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>The poets Pasasage 203 Calle Cruz San Juna P.R. </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Tel. 787-721-0564 </strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Saziwe (c) 2009</span></strong></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Lady Lee Andrews</strong></span><br /><p align="left">... es la artista dueña de este lugar mágico en el Viejo San Juan. Ha publicado cuatro libros de poesía entre ellos este del libro "Naturally". Pinta con su poesia y tambien con sus colores en el canvas y otros medios. Entre al lugar como atraída por el magnetismo de la poesía. Y alli estaba Lady Lee, sencillamente llena de luz, compartiendo con los visitantes del lugar. Hablamos de sus libros, su poesía, y me mostró el lugar donde ser reunen semanalmente a compartir poesía. Me permitió tomar fotos del lugar. Un lugar mágico que respira arte, palabra, y la musa coquetea en aquel lugar. Alli se le da espacio a la emoción y al sentimiento.</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Aún</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tenerte en un cuarto vacío</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">sin miedo, sin frío...</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">... en un momento absolutamente mío.</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Saber cómo se siente</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">realizar un sueño pendiente,</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">desde que te ví en mi corazón.</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Te abandonaría</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">en el mundo que me dejastes </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">conocer...</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">... y te amaré sintiéndote enamorado.</span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Lady Lee Andrews</strong><br /></p></span><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjGzvMiR5fI/AAAAAAAAAg4/uUzSPXQI1r4/s1600-h/105_0287.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346251856065717746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjGzvMiR5fI/AAAAAAAAAg4/uUzSPXQI1r4/s320/105_0287.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjG2FfymcUI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JXzlHG4FwpQ/s1600-h/105_0282.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjG0WH2q6TI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NObKEPJRW58/s1600-h/105_0287.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjG0LLnxdwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/a2HAbY9hWBU/s1600-h/105_0287.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SjGz-1aUWlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/WUAJuS-h5UU/s1600-h/105_0287.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-1235646105329573929?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-73872820255228623032009-05-30T14:53:00.000-07:002009-05-30T15:02:14.496-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGsJ8YbjZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TxqLSSId6JY/s1600-h/105_0337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341739919865515410" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGsJ8YbjZI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TxqLSSId6JY/s320/105_0337.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGrxq9klbI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xiGOBvwTOic/s1600-h/105_0349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341739502872597938" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGrxq9klbI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xiGOBvwTOic/s320/105_0349.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGrZZ29O6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/CInl8qUROwA/s1600-h/105_0348.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341739085964589986" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGrZZ29O6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/CInl8qUROwA/s320/105_0348.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGrNcjZeZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vqw1jXbWSYk/s1600-h/105_0347.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341738880529430930" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SiGrNcjZeZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/vqw1jXbWSYk/s320/105_0347.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Miles de pies de Altura, Islas del Caribe</div><div>Ruta de Puerto Rico a Orlando, Florida</div><div></div><div>Fotografía Saziwe (c) 2009<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-7387282025522862303?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-11672075797430361362009-04-27T17:04:00.000-07:002009-04-27T17:32:56.116-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZOHrzOp2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/JmhUHg4DMf0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329533102963205986" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZOHrzOp2I/AAAAAAAAAfI/JmhUHg4DMf0/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> NY<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZNPSgKUPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6c6MqrdTKz4/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329532134099669234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZNPSgKUPI/AAAAAAAAAfA/6c6MqrdTKz4/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZM71YmhaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/UaOXQYTNBhQ/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329531799865820578" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZM71YmhaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/UaOXQYTNBhQ/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /></a> Central Park, NY<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZMm6AG_8I/AAAAAAAAAew/EVlWxR8ZrXw/s1600-h/100_3556.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329531440328015810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SfZMm6AG_8I/AAAAAAAAAew/EVlWxR8ZrXw/s320/100_3556.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Washington DC<br /></div><div>Fotografía Saziwe (c) 2009 </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-1167207579743036136?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-69163648874957679172009-03-29T17:52:00.001-07:002009-03-29T18:08:29.404-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SdAaXBR_cdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/g9yKx_Cw04E/s1600-h/100_3089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318780142707765714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SdAaXBR_cdI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/g9yKx_Cw04E/s320/100_3089.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SdAaH_DVv-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tumP5EmI7JU/s1600-h/100_3085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318779884411404258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SdAaH_DVv-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/tumP5EmI7JU/s320/100_3085.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> Fotografía Saziwe (c) 2009</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">Cada uno de mis petálos destila su frangancia.</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SdAYDpdRoAI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ojjFVqY2noA/s1600-h/100_3068.JPG"></a></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-6916364887495767917?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-44475786300747749472009-03-12T16:37:00.000-07:002009-03-12T17:14:10.726-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmiFtds8dI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/leWvMkrqjWY/s1600-h/100_2822.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312455454447432146" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmiFtds8dI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/leWvMkrqjWY/s320/100_2822.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmetcjxQuI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BPydUiR7SM4/s1600-h/100_2823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312451739057734370" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmetcjxQuI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BPydUiR7SM4/s320/100_2823.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmfFmW_TFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ldBNJczlsJU/s1600-h/100_2830.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312452154005343314" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmfFmW_TFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ldBNJczlsJU/s320/100_2830.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmfZ33ZZfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8kHmTXkmJJ4/s1600-h/100_2820.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312452502302057970" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmfZ33ZZfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8kHmTXkmJJ4/s320/100_2820.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmeZTlz4TI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XC01NBFBl6Q/s1600-h/100_2810.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312451393052991794" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmeZTlz4TI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XC01NBFBl6Q/s320/100_2810.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Fotografía por Saziwe (c) 2009</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Desde arriba todo se ve mejor!!!</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div>Este Parque en Georgia tiene 3,200 Acres de belleza natural. La cima de esta piedra esta 1,683 pies sobre el nivel del mar. El telesférico que te lleva al tope de la Gran Roca sube 825. </div><div>La vista es espectacular. Puedes ver todo Atlanta desde alla arriba.</div><div align="center">Si deseas saber mas de este lugar visita <a href="http://www.stonemountainpark.com/">http://www.stonemountainpark.com/</a></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SbmeEymTTmI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IcV_6A2eUGs/s1600-h/100_2820.JPG"></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-4447578630074774947?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-15492044086093620192009-01-28T18:26:00.000-08:002009-01-28T18:35:08.080-08:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SYEUKVbEjRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t3nR8DD0Mdg/s1600-h/100_2284.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296536804546350354" style="WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SYEUKVbEjRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/t3nR8DD0Mdg/s320/100_2284.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>En el azul infinito de lo desconocido</div><div>Suspendido en el aire </div><div>Juego en los azules de las posibilidades </div><div>en un instante paralelo,</div><div>armonioso,</div><div>en la danza sincronica del destino. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-1549204408609362019?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-63019155572653001992008-12-03T19:54:00.000-08:002008-12-03T20:00:55.429-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/STdVzL-YOaI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nAsfFc6mk-M/s1600-h/100_2170.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">fotografía Saziwe (c) 2008</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/STdUnH4PtlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/krj26BPHRZU/s1600-h/100_2223.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275778519594415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/STdUnH4PtlI/AAAAAAAAAYc/krj26BPHRZU/s320/100_2223.jpg" border="0" /></a> La Hoja que me Escribe...</div><br /><div align="center">Escribe una historia desconocida, utilizando códigos que solo el alma conoce.</div><br /><div align="center">La hoja que me escribe presta atención al dialogo interno y a la emoción.</div><br /><div align="center">Revela el otro lado de la realidad.<br />Saziwe (c) 2008</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-6301915557265300199?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-62900451721196204422008-09-28T13:38:00.000-07:002008-09-28T13:50:46.898-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SN_scfZejHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TONh63CfQ3g/s1600-h/100_0299.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251175664746138738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SN_scfZejHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TONh63CfQ3g/s400/100_0299.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Recibe Amor, Regala Amor.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">El mayor regalo eres tu mismo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Tu esencia. Tu sonrisa, tu voz,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">tu mirada, tus besos ,tu abrazo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">____________________________________</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">SOBRE LA FOTO </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Esta fotografía fue tomada por Saziwe, en una calle en NY.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">En una pared en la calle había una exposición de cientos</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">de ceramicas pintadas por visitantes de la ciudad cuando lo de 9/11.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">No sé quien es el artista de esta ceramica. Pero todo mi respeto y admiración)</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-6290045172119620442?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-83337597079046338292008-09-10T19:14:00.001-07:002008-09-10T19:29:42.087-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SMh_cOeT2kI/AAAAAAAAARc/gJlfUMy1bpQ/s1600-h/100_1819.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244581888971233858" style="WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SMh_cOeT2kI/AAAAAAAAARc/gJlfUMy1bpQ/s400/100_1819.JPG" width="215" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SMh_vH_HxwI/AAAAAAAAARk/zlt-xVIbJwA/s1600-h/100_1820.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244582213647320834" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" height="260" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SMh_vH_HxwI/AAAAAAAAARk/zlt-xVIbJwA/s400/100_1820.JPG" width="190" border="0" /></a><br /></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía saziwe (c)2008</span> </p><p>En el dia 9/02 publique en este blog una foto de este mismo lugar y escribí sobre una sonrisa que trae la brisa. Y esta semana me sorprendi al volver a caminar por el mismo lugar, vi en el camino una sonrisa dibujada. No la habia visto antes!!! Es posible halla estado alli y yo no habia notado. Asi que regrese al lugar y tome la foto podran ver que hacia brisa y podran ver la carita feliz en el camino. Realmente la brisa me trajo una sonrisa. </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-8333759707904633829?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-85522553295440181602008-09-02T18:08:00.000-07:002008-09-02T18:10:35.593-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SL3jrI2z8PI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ca7RoIkiV8Q/s1600-h/100_1646.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241595871580385522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SL3jrI2z8PI/AAAAAAAAARM/Ca7RoIkiV8Q/s400/100_1646.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía Saziwe(c) 2008</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Y con la brisa</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Me visita</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">tu sonrisa.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Saziwe</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-8552255329544018160?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-52872966371507314292008-08-14T09:28:00.000-07:002008-08-14T09:36:14.813-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SKRdWRiv8II/AAAAAAAAAQs/V8GZZDakw_s/s1600-h/100_1745.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234411304159015042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SKRdWRiv8II/AAAAAAAAAQs/V8GZZDakw_s/s400/100_1745.jpg" width="399" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía Saziwe© 2008<br /></span><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Imaginación desbordante...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">que en el silencio de la nada,</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">huyes de la soledad y el dolor.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Vas a rebasar las fronteras de realidades pasajeras</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">y con mágicos pinceles</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">pintar añoranzas de </span><span style="font-size:180%;">Azul.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-5287296637150731429?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-38232244292339666342008-08-11T18:22:00.000-07:002008-08-11T18:36:00.070-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SKDn6XjdSlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HtIKxN94xIM/s1600-h/100_1734.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233437756945680978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SKDn6XjdSlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/HtIKxN94xIM/s400/100_1734.jpg" width="480" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Mi centro es luz, amor, vida.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Se extiende, comparte, y trasciende.</span><br />Fotografía Saziwe © 2008<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-3823224429233966634?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-60264396779176898342008-08-04T18:53:00.001-07:002008-08-04T19:02:33.774-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 250px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://petswf.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/swf/pencil" width="250" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="ffffff" flashvars="cn=smiley&amp;an=saziwe&amp;clr=0x1ef0fe"></embed><br /><br /><br /><small><a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/">adopt your own virtual pet!</a></small><br /></div><br /><bunnyhero><br /><br /><img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvWOtZNJxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/SECdiak7Mjg/s320/100_0136.JPG" width="247" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvV83_PNnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Tg2gLEptU4/s1600-h/100_0229.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227507034291648114" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvV83_PNnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3Tg2gLEptU4/s320/100_0229.JPG" width="220" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvVrhZ4TKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RnHcqam5hk4/s1600-h/100_0631.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506736171601058" style="CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvVrhZ4TKI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RnHcqam5hk4/s320/100_0631.JPG" width="183" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvVZQtNSSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yMKX9XkL7SA/s1600-h/100_1389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506422451620130" style="WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIvVZQtNSSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/yMKX9XkL7SA/s320/100_1389.JPG" width="293" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía por Saziwe (c)2008</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">¿Que dicen los cielos? </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">A mi que todo pasa...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">todo se mueve...</span><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-7540518470993794451?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-67550934766694358022008-07-15T19:13:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:45.384-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SH1aOt0eEvI/AAAAAAAAANU/T2hXGTzr168/s1600-h/100_0135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223430351683982066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SH1aOt0eEvI/AAAAAAAAANU/T2hXGTzr168/s320/100_0135.JPG" width="263" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografías por Saziwe (c)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">En los tiempos sin tiempos...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">no importa donde </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">estemos ...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Nunca olvidemos </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">nuestras raíces.</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SH1ajU5k2NI/AAAAAAAAANc/RO1b74lr2ps/s1600-h/100_1399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223430705771763922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px" height="215" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SH1ajU5k2NI/AAAAAAAAANc/RO1b74lr2ps/s320/100_1399.JPG" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SH1Z-jTT5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/7_JkAtbom50/s1600-h/006_6_0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223430073982641874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 405px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="180" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SH1Z-jTT5tI/AAAAAAAAANM/7_JkAtbom50/s320/006_6_0006.JPG" width="415" border="0" /></a></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-6755093476669435802?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-34230379787962155142008-06-19T11:42:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:45.588-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFqpO3Fa_RI/AAAAAAAAALc/h_bEIvCzbPA/s1600-h/Letter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213665591404723474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFqpO3Fa_RI/AAAAAAAAALc/h_bEIvCzbPA/s320/Letter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Algo Nuevo y Diferente!!!</div><div align="center">Visita este enlace, una innovadora forma digital de hacer poesía.</div><br />Todos los Derechos reservados de Eduardo Kac<br /><br /><a href="http://http//www.ekac.org/quimera.holopoema.html">http://http//www.ekac.org/quimera.holopoema.html</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-3423037978796215514?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-26042383827945757612008-06-17T22:43:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:45.741-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFigwAwYDYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4dtKpF8p4D0/s1600-h/turquesa+pr.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFigwAwYDYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4dtKpF8p4D0/s320/turquesa+pr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213093315378417026" /></a><br /><br />AZUL<br />"Es un cielo azul intenso<br />la mágica sensualidad <br />de un atardecer vibrante<br />atrapa los deseos,<br />y las sensaciones de mi piel<br />buscan el pentagrama <br />inequivoco de las luces de tu alma."<br />por Geo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-2604238382794575761?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-39223390215369526772008-06-17T21:45:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:46.070-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFiUE_AEFBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CXAeCiKew4o/s1600-h/016_16_0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213079382033437714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFiUE_AEFBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CXAeCiKew4o/s320/016_16_0004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>"Hoy es Siempre,<br />Todavía"....</strong><br />Frase de Daína Chaviano<br />Visita esta página escritora<br />www.DaínaChaviano.com<br /><br />Fotografía de Saziwe(c) Playa en Bahamas<br />Todavía sueño...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-3922339021536952677?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-36388880648877335552008-06-15T08:09:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:46.259-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFUw60cE5BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hjR0CUN2HGA/s1600-h/azurite.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SFUw60cE5BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hjR0CUN2HGA/s320/azurite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212125930818167826" /></a><br /><br />Foto del web<br />Azzurite<br /><br />Azules y Verdes<br />Rutas de mi alma.<br /><br /><br />Como el Viento,<br />Invisibles...<br />se sienten Ilusión.<br /><br /><br />Azules y Verdes<br />Senderos caminados...<br />Senderos por caminar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-3638888064887733555?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-65140719769331028752008-06-09T17:41:00.000-07:002008-06-14T13:28:51.570-07:00http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bb-dEhmmgg8<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-6514071976933102875?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-36195148332698620202008-05-31T20:45:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:46.406-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SEIcn5uGtnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R5OGmXUXFGE/s1600-h/100_1272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206755591028389490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SEIcn5uGtnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/R5OGmXUXFGE/s320/100_1272.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mi café<br />Mis Azules<br />Mis Verdes<br />Mis sueños<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Saziwe/gc 2008</span><br /><br />Otra Hoja de Mi Ruta con el Arte:<br />Dibujo y pintura hecho<br />en "Tile" de Cerámica<br />y quemado al horno.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SEIccJuGtmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ewDtUz_qfLY/s1600-h/100_0814.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SEIb1puGtlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/0XMm6psCPXo/s1600-h/100_0740.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SEIbipuGtkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4FAeLSMHI0g/s1600-h/100_0621.JPG"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-3619514833269862020?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-66474995189010899772008-05-19T15:51:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:46.720-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SDILR-tJd-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/aTzyqDmm5J8/s1600-h/Mis+Ra%C3%ADces.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202232923084388322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SDILR-tJd-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/aTzyqDmm5J8/s320/Mis+Ra%C3%ADces.JPG" width="683" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía por Saziwe/gc(c)2007</span><br /><br />Mis Raíces Poéticas<br />Este árbol centenario esta plantado en el centro de la plaza pública,<br />del pueblo de Caguas, Puerto Rico.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SDIJXOtJd9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/kOcrqcnq4Jo/s1600-h/%C3%A1rbol+poeta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202230814255445970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SDIJXOtJd9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/kOcrqcnq4Jo/s320/%C3%A1rbol+poeta.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Fotografía por Saziwe/gc (C)2007</span><br /><br /><br />Es un árbol centenario en el pueblito Intercourse en Pensilvania, Estados Unidos.<br />Le llamo <strong>árbol poeta</strong>, por su forma peculiar<br />un tronco y a la mitad dos /uno abrazados.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-6647499518901089977?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-50525411082420930692008-04-01T06:17:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:46.920-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIaZZM0jWHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Y4kpm2pjLFY/s1600-h/Jobos%27s+leaf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226033075827464306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/SIaZZM0jWHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Y4kpm2pjLFY/s320/Jobos%27s+leaf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R_I2J31MxtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nz4IFKi10cU/s1600-h/girl%2Bon%2Bdoor-WEB.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Perdí mi Trabajo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Saziwe/gc 3/2008<br /></span><br />Perdí mi trabajo<br />No perdí mi alma<br />No perdí mi propósito<br />No perdí mi destino<br />No perdí mi identidad.<br /><br />Perdí mi trabajo<br />No perdí mi dignidad,<br />No perdí mi salud,<br />No perdí mi familia<br />No perdí mis amigos.<br /><br />Perdí mi trabajo<br />No perdí mi esencia<br />No perdí la esperanza, ni la fe<br />Tampoco el amor.<br /><br />Perdí mi trabajo<br />No perdí mi Victoria<br />No perdí mis talentos<br />No perdí las destrezas<br />No perdí lo aprendido<br /><br />Perdí mi trabajo<br />No perdí a mi Dios</div><br /><div>No perdí la eternidad </div><div>Saziwe (c) 2008 </div><div> Fotografía por Saziwe (c) Hoja de Palma Playa de Jobos, Isabela, PR</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-5052541108242093069?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-85638180953564202952008-03-21T10:39:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:47.290-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R-PzJ31MxsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tv1PochnzD0/s1600-h/100_1162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180251347337660098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R-PzJ31MxsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tv1PochnzD0/s320/100_1162.JPG" width="415" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Imaginate!!!</div><div></div><div>Recibes un sobre rojo</div><div>¿Una carta, un cheque, una promoción de un producto? </div><div>¿Que dice...? ¿Quién la envia?</div><div>¿La contestáras?</div><div>Solo escribe diez (10) minutos...</div><div></div><div>Practica con este ejersicio la escritura creativa. Recuerda no analizes, no edites, no corrijas gramática, simplemente escribe!!!</div><div>Mi sobre viene de... y la carta dice...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-8563818095356420295?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-5377839988529798652008-03-21T10:08:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:25:47.491-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R-Pr7X1MxrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O5rqN-Eci20/s1600-h/100_1121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180243401648162482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R-Pr7X1MxrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/O5rqN-Eci20/s320/100_1121.JPG" width="372" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Un café me acompaña en mis escritos. Hace años llevo escribiendo en "journals". Desde el 2007 seleccioné el color rojo para mis "journals". El rojo trasciende, es pasión, aventura y extasis.</div><div>No llevo ningun orden cronológico, no escribo como una obligación o asignatura.Tampoco llevo orden de página, escribo donde abro el libro. Es un fluir libre entre el alma y el papel. No edito, no evalúo, ni analizo lo que escribo, simplemente escribo desde el alma.</div><div>Para mi el "journal" es un lugar sagrado de expresión personal, en ocasiones ventilo frustaciones, dudas, miedos. Otras es un elevado estado espiritual de gratitud, oración. Otras surge la poesía, el dibujo, la pintura. Tengo un "journal" de hojas- donde colecciono hojas de los árboles de lugares o fechas especiales. Tengo "jounals" que son de "collage"*, laminas de imagenes, frases y palabras. </div><div>(*puedes verlas en esta página) </div><div>Siempre llevo conmigo donde escribir, tomar notas de frases que me llaman la atención, ideas, imagenes que me llegan en un instante que puedo luego desarrollar. Hay personas que han publicado libros luego de haber plasmados sus historias en estos "journals" que se convirtieron en manuscritos.</div><div>Hay personas que llevan un "journal" diario de gratitud, escriben dando gracias por todo aquellas bendiciones diarias. Y esto relaja el interior, reduce el stress y abre puertas a cosas mejores en sus vidas. Otros llevan "journals" de los vinos que han tenido la dicha de disfrutar. "Journals" de viajes donde pueden compartir las vivencias de los lugares que visitan, y comparten desde las fotografias de tu alma. Explora las rutas de la escritura creativa.</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-537783998852979865?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-17437195460594108822008-03-05T07:38:00.000-08:002008-12-09T17:25:48.997-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87KtIJJwCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JpR4K07KV98/s1600-h/100_1168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174295898524074018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87KtIJJwCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/JpR4K07KV98/s320/100_1168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87KX4JJwBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/38Rbxl-8wQ0/s1600-h/100_1168.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87FK4JJwAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YZEoRAyQweM/s1600-h/100_1170.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174289812555415554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87FK4JJwAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YZEoRAyQweM/s320/100_1170.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87ExIJJv_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lqs8oSQgbic/s1600-h/100_1171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174289370173784050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="232" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R87ExIJJv_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Lqs8oSQgbic/s320/100_1171.JPG" width="255" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174283644982378466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R86_j4JJv-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/OLZ_Ogh94qA/s320/100_1156.JPG" width="296" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Collage por Saziwe/gc</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">fotografía</span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">por</span> Saziwe/gc<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Diferentes Rutas</span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>¿Cual es la diferencia entre "scrapbooking y "collage" ? En "scrapbooking" se utilizan fotos y otros materiales como papeles libres de ácidos, cintas, botones, llaves, sellos, estampillas etc. La mayoria de estos materiales se compran lo que implica gastos. En el "Collage del alma" se utiliza la intuición para seleccionar imagenes de revistas, o libros viejos, y de ellos escoges palabras y frases e imagenes que te cautivan la atención, resaltan a tus ojos por alguna razón. Una vez tienes varias imagenes, frases y palabras las pega a una cartulina o tarjeta, no hay ninguna regla solo una invitación a disfrutarlo como si estuvieras jugando y no analizando.</div><div><br />Las que vez aqui fueron creadas en simples tarjetas blancas tamaño 5 x 7.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-1743719546059410882?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-24626343221086912772008-03-04T13:23:00.000-08:002008-12-09T17:25:49.129-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R82-NIJJv9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wnO6LjTclRQ/s1600-h/100_1161.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174000679652016082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R82-NIJJv9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wnO6LjTclRQ/s320/100_1161.JPG" width="342" border="0" /></a> Fotografía por Saziwe/gc<br /><br />Explora recortando imagenes de revistas<br />o libros viejos. Recorta con una tijera<br />imagenes, fotos, frases, palabras que te llamen la atención. En un cuaderno, libreta o un libro viejo.<br />Con pega adhesiva iras pegando las imagenes, hazlo divertido, sin seguir ninguna regla en particular. Solamente recorta y pega en el libro.<br /><br />Descubriras es un mensaje a tu alma, un reflejo de ti. A esto le llaman "collage" o libros alterados.<br />Explora... y camina esta ruta creativa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-2462634322108691277?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693388220400787335.post-12913263054563166512008-03-04T09:42:00.000-08:002008-12-09T17:25:49.375-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R82OWF4yiQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wTYVJDt7wmo/s1600-h/100_1138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173948057107204354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lYW5K9xs1iM/R82OWF4yiQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wTYVJDt7wmo/s320/100_1138.JPG" width="372" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Rutas, caminos, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">espacios creativos.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Lugares donde bailamos </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">con la musa</span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">y el arte. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Exploramos...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3693388220400787335-1291326305456316651?l=hojasdemiruta.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saziwehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05114549933968942419noreply@blogger.com1