tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5537457139206451292024-03-13T03:02:16.780+01:00L'Astorettonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.comBlogger884125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-54154231866938873572021-05-28T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-28T00:30:00.237+02:00Gavarnera.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6RNmsXCSbs/YKZohS3uvgI/AAAAAAABDJ4/CoV4H9LBM2cxcuQ0-33x1sJj9p-eOYFcACPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210517_183200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6RNmsXCSbs/YKZohS3uvgI/AAAAAAABDJ4/CoV4H9LBM2cxcuQ0-33x1sJj9p-eOYFcACPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210517_183200.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">La Gavarnera,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">dura com es,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">que es defen amb espines ferotges,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">te un cor tou.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Per si serveix de pista.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-68974979862900243822021-05-27T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-27T00:30:00.228+02:00Merla.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TRM1KPZ9_8/YJ5_u-kPUiI/AAAAAAABDFA/xp1kBGzo_6IrCnU9lMjb7TUEHVQGCDbwgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/blackbird-4265545_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="960" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TRM1KPZ9_8/YJ5_u-kPUiI/AAAAAAABDFA/xp1kBGzo_6IrCnU9lMjb7TUEHVQGCDbwgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h280/blackbird-4265545_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="bbVIQb" jsname="Vinbg" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">El mirlo del pruno</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Es un gran trovador</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;"><div>Que silbando</div></div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Con su pico</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">De oro fino</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Se alimenta</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">En una venta</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Del camino</div></span></span></div><div class="ujudUb" jsname="U8S5sf" style="line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Las Musas furtivas</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">A Silencio el Oscuro</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Despertaban</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Y le daban</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Una fiesta</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Cada tarde</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">A la hora</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">De la siesta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div></div><div class="bbVIQb" jsname="WbKHeb" style="background-color: white; color: #202124;"><div class="ujudUb u7wWjf" data-mh="-1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 12px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">El mirlo del pruno</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Con el paro carbonero</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">La corneja agorera</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Vigilaba el sendero</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Abubilla con peineta</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Petirrojo con chaleco</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">El gorrión medio ronco</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div style="text-align: center;">Les hacía de palmero</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Reunión</span></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div>De cantaores</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div>Yo penando</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div>Que el teléfono</div></span><span jsname="YS01Ge"><div>También</div><div>Está sonando</div><div><br /></div><div>Santiago Auseron</div></span></span></div></span></span></div><div class="ujudUb WRZytc xpdxpnd" data-mh="131" data-mhc="1" jsname="U8S5sf" style="line-height: 1.58; margin-bottom: 0px; max-height: 131px; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; transition: max-height 0.3s ease 0s;"><span jsname="YS01Ge"><br /></span></div></div>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-71389657640882990282021-05-26T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-26T00:30:00.231+02:00Microrrelat.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niuzA01XcGw/YJ6FiccB8UI/AAAAAAABDFY/CH6ZuL9zbgIb3TLqrZlgsskd3qfd273KACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/tower-1634872_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niuzA01XcGw/YJ6FiccB8UI/AAAAAAABDFY/CH6ZuL9zbgIb3TLqrZlgsskd3qfd273KACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/tower-1634872_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">En un desierto lugar del Irán hay una no muy alta torre de piedra, sin puerta ni ventana. En la única habitación (cuyo piso es de tierra y que tiene la forma de círculo) hay una mesa de maderas y un banco. En esa celda circular, un hombre que se parece a mi escribe en caracteres que no comprendo un largo poema sobre un hombre que en otra celda circular escribe un poema sobre un hombre que en otra celda circular…El proceso no tiene fin y nadie podrá leer lo que los prisioneros escriben.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Jorge Luís Borges</span></p><p><span style="font-family: -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif; font-size: 18px;"><br /></span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-48460098379460657552021-05-23T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-23T00:30:00.280+02:00Xinés.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFZ9ROBadZE/YJ6DSJNJqMI/AAAAAAABDFQ/K1zuw6RghacODA4EP1c4bcj5Q1CmCAv8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s720/farmer-5680465_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="480" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFZ9ROBadZE/YJ6DSJNJqMI/AAAAAAABDFQ/K1zuw6RghacODA4EP1c4bcj5Q1CmCAv8gCLcBGAsYHQ/w266-h400/farmer-5680465_960_720.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Un pagès xinès es va anar a la ciutat per vendre la collita d'arròs i la seva dona li va demanar que no s'oblidés de portar-li una pinta.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Després de vendre el seu arròs a la ciutat, el camperol es va reunir amb uns companys, i van beure i ho van celebrar llargament. Després, una mica confús, en el moment de tornar, es va acordar que la seva dona li havia demanat alguna cosa, però què era? No ho podia recordar. Llavors va comprar en una botiga per a dones el primer que li va cridar l'atenció: un mirall. I va tornar a poble.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Va lliurar el regal a la seva dona i va marxar a treballar els seus camps. La dona es va mirar al mirall i va començar a plorar desconsoladament. La mare li va preguntar la raó d'aquelles llàgrimes.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">La dona li va donar el mirall i li va dir:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">-El meu marit ha portat a una altra dona, jove i bonica.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">La mare va agafar el mirall, el va mirar i li va dir a la seva filla:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">-No tens de què preocupar-te, és una vella.</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-89070491237003860192021-05-22T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-22T00:30:00.209+02:00Opinió.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIJscKKFDlw/YJ6Bn05KscI/AAAAAAABDFI/hYs6XQjyszYjT8WCWr-XMFwPa-98LQJhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/hot-3575167_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIJscKKFDlw/YJ6Bn05KscI/AAAAAAABDFI/hYs6XQjyszYjT8WCWr-XMFwPa-98LQJhwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/hot-3575167_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El sabi pot canviar d'opinió,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el neci, mai.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #212529;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Immanuel Kant</span></span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-14869977198498762632021-05-21T00:30:00.009+02:002021-05-21T00:30:00.214+02:00Censura.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxTga5pnEMI/YKZnKxTeshI/AAAAAAABDJw/WnhlJRH09OAEEjilvT3c4FIMK89rQAbigCLcBGAsYHQ/s300/1328204537_633652_1328267823_noticia_normal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxTga5pnEMI/YKZnKxTeshI/AAAAAAABDJw/WnhlJRH09OAEEjilvT3c4FIMK89rQAbigCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/1328204537_633652_1328267823_noticia_normal.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Aquest bloc està fet amb Blogger de Google.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Recenment <b>he estat censurat</b> en varies de les meves entrades d'aquest any, d'aquest bloc, per <b>contigut inapropiat</b>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">M'estic plantejant seriament seguir amb aquest bloc, ja que pot ser eliminat en qualsevol moment de manera indiscriminada.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Reflexionaré al respecte.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-62084142050370082122021-05-20T00:30:00.002+02:002021-05-20T00:30:00.233+02:00Por a la mort.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdWUfHw4B-M/YJt9k6Y8aWI/AAAAAAABDDU/Yxwk70mFdoko32s3xEiNwVjMcsFGg16TACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/man-1253004_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdWUfHw4B-M/YJt9k6Y8aWI/AAAAAAABDDU/Yxwk70mFdoko32s3xEiNwVjMcsFGg16TACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/man-1253004_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Potser la raó mes profunda </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">per la que tenim por a la mort </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">es perque no sabem quí som.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Buda</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-44136636614440275482021-05-19T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-19T00:30:00.230+02:00Encara.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc37HxYpPGY/YJ4iAxF-dhI/AAAAAAABDEw/acCoHNMge5se_vw0yds0Deixn1EIgI2OACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/sunflowers-3640938_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc37HxYpPGY/YJ4iAxF-dhI/AAAAAAABDEw/acCoHNMge5se_vw0yds0Deixn1EIgI2OACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/sunflowers-3640938_960_720.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Hoy es siempre todavía.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Antonio Machado</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-1215451937087163572021-05-18T00:30:00.003+02:002021-05-18T00:30:00.222+02:00Vacuna.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akVGMyC-akw/YJ4fN-mY-hI/AAAAAAABDEo/LgsqyRo66ccgaKjnBQEan9cmZHtOZ0onACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/cow-1715829_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-akVGMyC-akw/YJ4fN-mY-hI/AAAAAAABDEo/LgsqyRo66ccgaKjnBQEan9cmZHtOZ0onACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/cow-1715829_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Les vacunes no fan que una malaltia no ens afecti,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">el que fan es entrenar-nos per guanyar-la.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I es que la vida,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">es una succesió d'aprenentatges.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-21308877173599550062021-05-17T00:30:00.005+02:002021-05-17T00:30:00.232+02:00Mentires.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMXqD42d69g/YJt6XGQiA5I/AAAAAAABDDM/qR65CgXXQVI2_KpSt7t-p189Q7lzwAoBACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/sculpture-3357150_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMXqD42d69g/YJt6XGQiA5I/AAAAAAABDDM/qR65CgXXQVI2_KpSt7t-p189Q7lzwAoBACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/sculpture-3357150_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Quan Cèsar va creuar el Rubicó, no va dir "Alea jacta est". Com era un home cult i admirador de Menandro, que era un autor grec, va citar una de les seves obres. Realment va dir : <span style="background-color: white; color: #202122;">ἀνέρριφθω κύβος, que vindria a ser alguna cosa així com "els daus ja están tirats".</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Però clar, cóm podrien els romans posar una frase en grec (en un monet tant icónic) en els llavis d'un dels seus grans !</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Les mentires no son veritat, per molt que es repeteixin i fins i tot que tothom cregui amb elles.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-36631023734941462852021-05-16T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-16T00:30:00.266+02:00Equilibri.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRuavsIvWrk/YJoiUFxwRtI/AAAAAAABDB0/MTqOPygCy9gecii5KGD1ghmetkAVxw-bQCPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210508_113208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRuavsIvWrk/YJoiUFxwRtI/AAAAAAABDB0/MTqOPygCy9gecii5KGD1ghmetkAVxw-bQCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210508_113208.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Un arbre sa, en equilibri, dona fruits, per que necessita treure flors, te força per crear moltes fulles, aprofita l'aigua que pot arroplegar, fa seu fins al darrer raig de sol, treu del aire el carboni per crèixer, fa grans les pomes fins que cauen o algú s'en aprofita, espera la arribada de la tardor, deixa caure mansament les seves fulles i es prepara pel son del hivern fins la nova primavera.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Estar en equilibri no fa la feina, però si no estàs en equilibri, el que sigui, no ho faràs be.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-15068320743961053962021-05-15T00:30:00.003+02:002021-05-15T00:30:00.230+02:00Seguretat.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6-yZ5kSMzQ/YJohpSEXcHI/AAAAAAABDBo/Xu9YTgSJPWYHAOBUmweI3A-JkNhxUzp1QCPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210509_175307.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m6-yZ5kSMzQ/YJohpSEXcHI/AAAAAAABDBo/Xu9YTgSJPWYHAOBUmweI3A-JkNhxUzp1QCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210509_175307.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Les flors d'avui, son les pomes de demà, si no gela.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Així, només tenim segur les flors d'avui.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Gaudim-les.</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-20290452770578376382021-05-14T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-14T00:30:00.248+02:00Vida.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVh0xPe_uWQ/YJjN3BzGOVI/AAAAAAABDAI/BpqxwuU9vlQqbnCC8PVYQHV2anNoUcdNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/bridge-5621201_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVh0xPe_uWQ/YJjN3BzGOVI/AAAAAAABDAI/BpqxwuU9vlQqbnCC8PVYQHV2anNoUcdNgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/bridge-5621201_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La bona via es una inspirada pel amor</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">i guiada pel coneixement.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Bertrand Russel</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-21191469455279264942021-05-13T00:30:00.003+02:002021-05-13T00:30:00.231+02:00Forçar.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwV7ZZ2QIbM/YJjMBUhmNgI/AAAAAAABC_8/4HQQFXAHMcEhEcZHxs4tnXt-hwXoXLJ9ACPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210508_114721.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwV7ZZ2QIbM/YJjMBUhmNgI/AAAAAAABC_8/4HQQFXAHMcEhEcZHxs4tnXt-hwXoXLJ9ACPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210508_114721.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Intentar forçar alguna cosa,</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">es la millor manera</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">d'impedir que succeeixi.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Idries Shah</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-43051049335245160072021-05-12T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-12T00:30:00.204+02:00Pau.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOs6XjoFg0c/YJjLaIVW0_I/AAAAAAABC_0/nDgp53Zujj4LszT7psei1OgpdU3QVBgQACPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210508_123216.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sOs6XjoFg0c/YJjLaIVW0_I/AAAAAAABC_0/nDgp53Zujj4LszT7psei1OgpdU3QVBgQACPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210508_123216.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Si la pau no es dintre teu,</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">no trobaràs pau enlloc.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-67739906329573939592021-05-11T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-11T00:30:00.213+02:00Petites.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amJ71uHpEXU/YJMTZZ-9SVI/AAAAAAABC6o/j_SfelX-TOsbh70-QgCv_bZKGP-xDVfCgCPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210502_113226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amJ71uHpEXU/YJMTZZ-9SVI/AAAAAAABC6o/j_SfelX-TOsbh70-QgCv_bZKGP-xDVfCgCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210502_113226.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Les coses petites no son menys </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">boniques pel seu tamany.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Passa el mateix que amb els petits moments.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-21536428008372164432021-05-10T00:30:00.002+02:002021-05-10T00:30:00.217+02:00Bellesa.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpCuA27qvFM/YJMSXnMNMgI/AAAAAAABC6U/kgfk0p9gwrQTQulCx1I3ya8MIc_SoFOmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/eye-6215796_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpCuA27qvFM/YJMSXnMNMgI/AAAAAAABC6U/kgfk0p9gwrQTQulCx1I3ya8MIc_SoFOmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/eye-6215796_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">La bellesa no es percep amb l'ull,</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">si no amb la compresió de l'harmonia</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">del que es contempla.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-49340349222258098332021-05-09T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-09T00:30:00.223+02:00Argelaga.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hswlWEkScx8/YJMRyFUpryI/AAAAAAABC6M/dOTuqHBCvTEnHpy0SIgU-DP8cq5zvvjsgCPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210502_132509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hswlWEkScx8/YJMRyFUpryI/AAAAAAABC6M/dOTuqHBCvTEnHpy0SIgU-DP8cq5zvvjsgCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210502_132509.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">El groc de les argelagues florides</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">es com un crit de primavera.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-68555469982779544742021-05-08T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-08T00:30:00.228+02:00Branques.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk4iUKra4dg/YJMRBW5nPrI/AAAAAAABC6E/FA5u0UZHf5slHlLhusnNsLKKkYL73OqUwCPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210503_191339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="2604" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk4iUKra4dg/YJMRBW5nPrI/AAAAAAABC6E/FA5u0UZHf5slHlLhusnNsLKKkYL73OqUwCPcBGAsYHg/w225-h400/IMG_20210503_191339.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">L'edat no significa res </span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">mentre es tingui capacitat </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">de treure branques noves.</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-27779343624041930012021-05-07T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-07T00:30:00.216+02:00Art de carrer.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyASGpPCiAI/YJMPa_Y12LI/AAAAAAABC54/d9i8AsRIIfkZrY5Eo67Y1rwZ7FTNp_UsACPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210502_202928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4624" data-original-width="2604" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyASGpPCiAI/YJMPa_Y12LI/AAAAAAABC54/d9i8AsRIIfkZrY5Eo67Y1rwZ7FTNp_UsACPcBGAsYHg/w225-h400/IMG_20210502_202928.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-60848475410435207242021-05-06T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-06T00:30:00.230+02:00Detalls.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mNjXSxmOX8/YIJtlR6ra8I/AAAAAAABCt4/F_xR6PZ-9rYpa5BLWSaHNUsyQR-IVoZswCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/coffee-6154681_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_mNjXSxmOX8/YIJtlR6ra8I/AAAAAAABCt4/F_xR6PZ-9rYpa5BLWSaHNUsyQR-IVoZswCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/coffee-6154681_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Molts ho han dit. Son les petites coses. Aquelles que fem sense donar-lis cap importància, incoscientment, modestes, humils i sentzilles, les que plenen de petites brases d'escalfor la nostra vida.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Es mereixen tota la nostra atenció.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-31915458936700056412021-05-05T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-05T00:30:00.272+02:00Xiulet.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yov5u1kt8J0/YIJrdZ9wnSI/AAAAAAABCtw/UpuN7bW1JvMyTXngskupcmnwB9oScPurQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/shinkansen-5237269_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yov5u1kt8J0/YIJrdZ9wnSI/AAAAAAABCtw/UpuN7bW1JvMyTXngskupcmnwB9oScPurQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/shinkansen-5237269_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Xiulets i alta velocitat :</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">aquesta es la nostra realitat.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">No et deixis enganyar.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-74293051918503111322021-05-04T00:30:00.001+02:002021-05-04T00:30:00.214+02:00Perspectiva.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7N2fZ9mZ7eQ/YIGSEDA54tI/AAAAAAABCto/pZ-vBhZwGvwWdexbNzWHth782MBs4FK6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/man-5640540_960_720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7N2fZ9mZ7eQ/YIGSEDA54tI/AAAAAAABCto/pZ-vBhZwGvwWdexbNzWHth782MBs4FK6wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/man-5640540_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Aquello que no quieres ver en ti,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">lo ves en los otros.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #353535; font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #353535; font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Alejandro Jodorowsky</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-76400928363289967322021-05-03T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-03T00:30:00.239+02:00Mico.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAKUSZscl7U/YAhvJPGpIWI/AAAAAAABBWE/8d3_sOz_K-gmTVUwXJO0QNVn0KPcqY4GQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/animal-3086397_960_720.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAKUSZscl7U/YAhvJPGpIWI/AAAAAAABBWE/8d3_sOz_K-gmTVUwXJO0QNVn0KPcqY4GQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/animal-3086397_960_720.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Ens sentim micos pensants i encara mes : amb ànima i sentiments. Ens cal una bona lliçò d'humilitat llegint sobre el comportament del <a href="https://www.elmundo.es/blogs/elmundo/yomono/2017/03/25/descubren-un-nuevo-ritual-funerario-en.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">ximpancés</a>.</span></p>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553745713920645129.post-36098269294292192172021-05-02T00:30:00.000+02:002021-05-02T00:30:00.204+02:00Colom.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-WjK3HwXZ4/YHx8aixxXyI/AAAAAAABCq8/-lS9hChNxsEx7vWhnrJR34pDV8Km6SQwgCPcBGAsYHg/s4624/IMG_20210418_120231.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2604" data-original-width="4624" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3-WjK3HwXZ4/YHx8aixxXyI/AAAAAAABCq8/-lS9hChNxsEx7vWhnrJR34pDV8Km6SQwgCPcBGAsYHg/w400-h225/IMG_20210418_120231.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">De vegades la vida es tan estranya com un colom viu en un aparador.</span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">De vegades la vida es tan alentadora com pensar que algú va donar menjar i beure a un colom que estava malalt a la seva botiga per que es recuperés.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>tonitells@gmail.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15512588456229234418noreply@blogger.com0