tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540593023853763782012-01-30T20:34:40.737ZFotografia, Il.lustració i Imatges sobre Esmalts al Foc.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-39651900067538627322011-07-01T05:56:00.002+01:002011-07-01T06:06:57.445+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqjloCtFbrQ/Tg1V5Z_UNxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B07NGHwCGtk/s1600/llum%2Ba%2Bl%2527aigua.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nqjloCtFbrQ/Tg1V5Z_UNxI/AAAAAAAAAZA/B07NGHwCGtk/s400/llum%2Ba%2Bl%2527aigua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624245954372974354" /></a><br />Esperanza,de ver la luz jugando en el agua.<br /><br />Tranquilos los sueños se tejen en la red , pequeños peces distraidos, piensan que son estrellas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3965190006753862732?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-90720768784810518982010-12-29T08:55:00.002Z2010-12-29T09:22:27.208Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/TRr9yWG2blI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WEbPNP2oSC0/s1600/CENTRE%2BMANDALA%2B1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/TRr9yWG2blI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WEbPNP2oSC0/s400/CENTRE%2BMANDALA%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556032131684527698" /></a><br />Nadal ens porta llums i records, foscors de desitjos petits.<br /><br />Entonces vemos que lejos estamos del mundo soñado, y que cerca de muchas pequeñas sorpresas que han atado para siempre ilusiones vacias.<br /><br />LLenas tenemos las manos de futuro, y llenos los ojos de esperanza,<br /><br />Nunca finaliza nuestra aventura, mientras un atisbo de luz ilumine cada amanecer nuestra ventana, vestira de Navidad e ilusion las experiencias futuras.<br /><br />UN BOOOOOOOONISSIM ANY NOU<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-9072076878481051898?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-27788058243025584972010-05-16T18:45:00.002+01:002010-05-16T18:47:49.161+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S_Avp0IIVpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4IECe9gK7J0/s1600/+NIT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S_Avp0IIVpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/4IECe9gK7J0/s400/+NIT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471925942669039250" /></a><br />Que tu mano descanse en terciopelo verde, que la acunen las hojas de verdes y dorados espacios.<br /><br />Sueña en verde, verde manzana......de traviesa mirada,<br /><br />Que te encuentre la noche en mi Verde Palacio, de risueñas ranas que por ti estan cantando.<br /><br />Verde Luna , Verde Rama, Jade Verde en mi Alma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2778805824302558497?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-17647963304753925462010-05-09T19:59:00.001+01:002010-05-09T20:02:10.213+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S-cGq8Yb9WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RHFDsCdW1J4/s1600/exposicio+roser+cros+i+patricia+soler.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S-cGq8Yb9WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RHFDsCdW1J4/s400/exposicio+roser+cros+i+patricia+soler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469347607297652066" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1764796330475392546?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-36276722882106608262010-05-09T19:39:00.002+01:002010-05-09T19:58:41.800+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S-cF1NxWUPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nsCHesebksc/s1600/GOLET+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S-cF1NxWUPI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nsCHesebksc/s400/GOLET+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469346684252606706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S-cF01y9TJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/j2LN0i6l4Ck/s1600/GOLET.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S-cF01y9TJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/j2LN0i6l4Ck/s400/GOLET.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469346677816904850" /></a><br />faig una exposicio juntament amb una artista jove, pero dotada d'una sensibilitat i una creativitat, molt forta,<br /><br />Al marevellos poblet de Viladrau , envoltat d'una magica naturalesa, de boscos i fonts naturals.<br /><br />Te una galeria , plena de llum i d'una especial energia,<br /><br />Desitjo que os volgueu fer el regal de pujar, i gaudir d'una fusio unica, com es l'experiencia de veure las mevas imatges al costat de las impactans pintures de la Patricia.<br /><br />Es com un Cau, maravellos ple d'armonia sensibilitat i conectat sempre amb l'Esperit de la Natura.<br /><br />Per fer un tast os mostrare, una mica de la nostra obra exposada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3627672288210660826?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-91251814316298574652010-04-24T15:50:00.002+01:002010-04-24T16:17:40.996+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S9MLiq6UDPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5MTq87a3GnA/s1600/Paperera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S9MLiq6UDPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/5MTq87a3GnA/s400/Paperera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463723463192874226" /></a><br />Huelen las flores en la papelera, como huelo mis lagrimas en el pañuelo seco.<br /><br />Si, me repito, si, una y otra vez, para entender, porque la nostalgia me come poco a poco, sin prisa.<br /><br />Entiendo que a veces la vida, parece un carrusel enloquecido, gira y gira, cambiando de repente, dejandonos sin aliento, sin respuestas.<br /><br />Y que vamos a hacer, no hay cielo al que acudir, para ciertas Sorpresas, porque digo yo, los niños tienen sus pequeños mundos.<br /><br />Nosotros no tenemos nada, quizas los ojos embarazados de experiencia.<br /><br />Pero, si lo sientes, de que sirve la experiencia, ante sorpresas que dinamitan tus emociones.<br /><br />SIEMPRE QUEDA LA IMAGINACION.<br /><br />ABRIR VENTANAS CERRADAS, Y DEJAR ENTRAR, SENSACIONES, EMOCIONES, VIVENCIAS TOTALMENTE NUEVAS,<br /><br />La noche, me trae un perfume agrio de flores marchitas<br /><br />una salada lagrima, queda , prendida en mi memoria.<br /><br />Roser Cros Font<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-9125181431629857465?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-1990036787338010672010-04-11T10:45:00.001+01:002010-04-11T10:47:24.377+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S8GanZLL4kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KYqUDsJz3Sw/s1600/WINNIE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S8GanZLL4kI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KYqUDsJz3Sw/s400/WINNIE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458814224913130050" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-199003678733801067?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-12557874922727888502010-04-10T17:26:00.002+01:002010-04-10T17:27:42.162+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S8Cm981vGpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/otFX2TIeB8E/s1600/WINNIE+AGAIN+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S8Cm981vGpI/AAAAAAAAAXs/otFX2TIeB8E/s400/WINNIE+AGAIN+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458546331606784658" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1255787492272788850?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-74180762346503372982010-02-21T10:46:00.002Z2010-02-21T10:52:02.240Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S4EQTHAHc9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/RmtjIeYFt0k/s1600-h/NEVAT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S4EQTHAHc9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/RmtjIeYFt0k/s400/NEVAT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440647745323365330" /></a><br />El meu petit Angel ha mort avui,aquet mati.<br /><br />No hi ha consol per mi, nomes intento recordar, tot el carinyo que l'he sabut donar.<br /><br />M'HAGUES AGRADAT ESSER MES SUBTIL, I HAVER SABUT AJUDARTE COM MEREIXIES.<br /><br />DESCANSA A LA LLUM PETIT ANGEL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-7418076234650337298?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-80079872386864956272010-02-15T08:28:00.002Z2010-02-15T08:42:09.110Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S3kI2WoULNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/scdYUBQp1-I/s1600-h/LLUM+MELANGIOSA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S3kI2WoULNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/scdYUBQp1-I/s400/LLUM+MELANGIOSA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438387754907217106" /></a><br />La lluna dorm entre puntes de coixins a casa.<br /><br />Com ha sigut , no o se.<br /><br />Potser la deixat passar un vedall distret del MIU?<br /><br />Sento el seu ale aprop meu, com un cop de llum al cor.<br /><br />Es com quan abrasses un pelux , i sents una estranya i alhora reconeguda escalfor a la memoria.<br /><br />Aquell petit i melangios raconet que ens sobte de tan en tan.<br /><br />Miro per la finestra com s'adorm el dia, mentres la LLuna reposa al menjador de casa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8007987238686495627?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-85559311550783386832010-01-17T10:44:00.002Z2010-01-17T11:04:11.476Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S1LuoxOjjPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qeNzjq5xPj8/s1600-h/LA+ROSER+I+EL+JOC+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/S1LuoxOjjPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qeNzjq5xPj8/s400/LA+ROSER+I+EL+JOC+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427662885111434482" /></a><br />Potser cal un ADEU, quan si compliquen complexes emocions, bocins esmicolats d'agredolcos records , tancats amb polsoses caixes antigues, llargament oblidades,<br /><br />Em pregunto per els plecs curiosos que fa el temps, malgrat els nostres esforzos per esser, cada cop mes grans.<br /><br />Ell ens torna petits i fragils.<br /><br />Endavant, diu la canso, pero els ulls s'aneguen de llagrimes, PER EL NO DIT, PER EL NO PENSAT.<br /><br />Perque a vegades no som cuidadosos amb els nostres PETITS TRESORS, I DEIXEM , QUE SENTIMENTS PENDENTS.<br /><br />S'ENDUGUIN ALLO QUE ES NOSTRE.<br /><br />HO OFERIM AMB TENDRESA, I UN COP OFERT: VET AQUI UN GOS, VET AQUI UN GAT, AQUET CONTE S'ACABAT.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8555931155078338683?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-41448865361384525542009-12-30T20:14:00.002Z2009-12-30T20:19:49.461Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Szu10k22vWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FhDJ-qEe7qE/s1600-h/NINET+AL+YOGURT+DEF++KLAR+++PROBA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Szu10k22vWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FhDJ-qEe7qE/s400/NINET+AL+YOGURT+DEF++KLAR+++PROBA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421126491322105186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Szu10mxwv7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/eYO9S5MFKis/s1600-h/ElMissatgeErrat.BR.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Szu10mxwv7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/eYO9S5MFKis/s400/ElMissatgeErrat.BR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421126491837611954" /></a><br />http://624c35.blogspot.com/2009/10/roser-cros-i-antoni-garces-si-jo-de-nou_28.html<br />Sí, ens han tornat a seleccionar i formarem part dels 31 autors que participarem al SARTC 2009 d´Igualada!... aqui en teniu una mostra de cadascun de nosaltres dos (Roser Cros i Antoni Garcés) i que formararàn part del total dels més de 700 originals que es presentaran...Per si us interessa passar-vos a veure i/o comprar les nostres obres i les dels altres autors, aqui teniu la web a on hi trobareu tota la informació: www.ateneuigualadi.org o contacteu amb: ateneu@ateneuigualadi.org<br /><br />Sí, nos han vuelto a seleccionar y formaremos parte de los 31 autores que participaremos en el SARTC 2009 de Igualada!... aqui teneis una muestra de cada uno de nosotros dos (Roser Cros i Antoni Garcés) y que formarán parte del total de los más de 700 originales que se presentarán...Por si os interesa pasaros a ver i/o comprar nuestras obras y las de los otros autores, aqui teneis la web (donde está toda la información: www.ateneuigualadi.org o contactar con: ateneu@ateneuigualadi<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4144886536138452554?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-69912567127100800272009-12-28T07:38:00.001Z2009-12-28T07:40:41.322Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Szhg6pveUBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/m_NOWsD-eFo/s1600-h/+FAIRIES++LIGHT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Szhg6pveUBI/AAAAAAAAAW8/m_NOWsD-eFo/s400/+FAIRIES++LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420188712294043666" /></a><br />De matinada.......... , eixuguen llagrimes de lluna dins les flors.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-6991256712710080027?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-46513203359575282702009-12-27T11:30:00.002Z2009-12-27T11:34:18.443Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SzdGMka-C_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/n43jnhbP-1Q/s1600-h/Na.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SzdGMka-C_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/n43jnhbP-1Q/s400/Na.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419877858312850418" /></a><br />BON NADAL.<br /><br />MAGIA I MOLT DE FORZA , COR PER TIRAR ENDAVANT.<br /><br />EN MOMENTS DE CRISIS, LES PORTES TOTES SON OBERTES.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4651320335957528270?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-58240570165376948722009-09-16T07:13:00.001+01:002009-09-16T07:15:51.096+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SrCCjvKdOjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YwQ2JTam8tg/s1600-h/circ+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SrCCjvKdOjI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YwQ2JTam8tg/s400/circ+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381945105175099954" /></a><br />Un movimiento de luz, (ILUSION)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5824057016537694872?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-24761194794274409962009-09-09T20:50:00.003+01:002009-09-09T20:56:28.514+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SqgIYomJNhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fLe99aOLwT8/s1600-h/NINRISA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SqgIYomJNhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/fLe99aOLwT8/s400/NINRISA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379558974201345554" /></a><br />Les fulles , tambe volen jugar.<br /><br />Tenan una nina encantada, i si tenan por, vetllan amb ella.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2476119479427440996?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-38239023664443869912009-08-31T19:43:00.002+01:002009-08-31T19:54:54.259+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SpwcdtH34MI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KmrF6xRurzw/s1600-h/HEART+19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SpwcdtH34MI/AAAAAAAAAWc/KmrF6xRurzw/s400/HEART+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376203351827931330" /></a><br />Jugan amb llum, veig al meu winnie adormit.<br /> quan temps he esperat aquet moment, somian estels d'il-lusions pasades.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3823902366444386991?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-23003871897359648392009-08-30T20:37:00.002+01:002009-08-30T20:45:19.110+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SprWv0a6UuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/deB6TCRxubE/s1600-h/LOTUS+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SprWv0a6UuI/AAAAAAAAAWU/deB6TCRxubE/s400/LOTUS+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375845222233821922" /></a><br />Sorprende , la luz al duende.<br /><br />Cosen pacientes manos diminutas, pequeños objetos abandonados, cuando las dudas crecen<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2300387189735964839?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-32640894775475376482009-08-16T20:29:00.003+01:002009-08-16T20:35:42.912+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SohfXV974FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/EpqRFtgAX10/s1600-h/BRANQUETA+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SohfXV974FI/AAAAAAAAAWM/EpqRFtgAX10/s400/BRANQUETA+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370647410277867602" /></a><br />Una bella rama juega con el sol, para burlar el capricho, de un duende enamorado.<br /><br />¿Sabe la luz, cuanta belleza revela, cuando parte al encuentro de la noche?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3264089477547537648?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-86866588926756717932009-07-25T15:51:00.003+01:002009-07-25T16:00:34.885+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SmseDNsP-2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/j7s-keV-PDU/s1600-h/HEART+38+bis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SmseDNsP-2I/AAAAAAAAAWE/j7s-keV-PDU/s400/HEART+38+bis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362412821878405986" /></a><br />la infancia viaja hacia el recuerdo.<br /><br />Pequeños, destellos de imagenes diminutas, de grandes sueños, escondidos en cajas de zapatos.<br /><br />De noche, la reconfortante custodia de los padres, y el mudo y calido abrazo de winnie<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8686658892675671793?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-26944481663106346202009-07-24T07:16:00.001+01:002009-07-24T07:19:00.714+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SmlSTLQ7H5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xYDr_91JkLQ/s1600-h/REPOS+DE+FADAS+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SmlSTLQ7H5I/AAAAAAAAAV8/xYDr_91JkLQ/s400/REPOS+DE+FADAS+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361907320756051858" /></a><br />Strange Light. <br /><br />Fairy Footprints on my Heart.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2694448166310634620?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-50849380349565905762009-07-23T23:22:00.002+01:002009-07-23T23:27:08.125+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SmjjtED_rWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7HGboRSAdjM/s1600-h/WINNIE+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SmjjtED_rWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/7HGboRSAdjM/s400/WINNIE+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361785719708691810" /></a><br />En los ojos de un sucio Peluche. ¿cuantos sueños se esconden?<br /><br />Musica de cucharita.<br /><br />Un chupete aguarda en la cuna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5084938034956590576?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-13734963543194261032009-07-08T08:46:00.002+01:002009-07-08T08:50:37.752+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SlRPx87dTFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZPtuszMP-i8/s1600-h/SOMNI++DE++GEISHA+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SlRPx87dTFI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZPtuszMP-i8/s400/SOMNI++DE++GEISHA+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355993576438058066" /></a><br />La soledad culta de una GEISHA, Suave perfume .<br /><br />Efimera dulzura de un petalo rebelde.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1373496354319426103?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-55552931220529705032009-06-19T16:31:00.002+01:002009-06-19T16:37:08.971+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SjuwmfujxWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m9ncqnayTg8/s1600-h/ENCANT+AL+BARRET.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SjuwmfujxWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m9ncqnayTg8/s400/ENCANT+AL+BARRET.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349063157830894946" /></a><br />Dulces melancolias se esconden, en el sombrero de fieltro y lentejuelas.<br /><br />Ja la LLum de matinada pinta d'or el meu repos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5555293122052970503?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-40288022595648723412009-06-04T08:15:00.004+01:002009-06-04T08:22:09.076+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Sid2F1jNeqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tsGbEWvxwVU/s1600-h/LA+MARGOT+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Sid2F1jNeqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/tsGbEWvxwVU/s400/LA+MARGOT+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343369325544569506" /></a><br />Mi nueva entrega, un juguete hecho de noche.<br /> A la luz de una timida flor, Margot, esconde un secreto de caramelosacidos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4028802259564872341?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-19807123416271434592009-05-28T07:56:00.002+01:002009-05-28T08:14:03.040+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Sh45n3WrOkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mmAhrvErqhU/s1600-h/PRIMER+JUGUET.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Sh45n3WrOkI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mmAhrvErqhU/s400/PRIMER+JUGUET.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340769565144726082" /></a><br />Empieza, una nueva etapa, colgare una vez por semana, parte, de un proyecto nuevo llamado (JUGUETES PERDIDOS) .<br />Son retazos de sueños, sensaciones, decepciones, sorpresas, alegrias inesperadas.<br />todo ello prendido en mi mirada.<br />Un homenaje a mi intimidad.<br />ESPERO QUE LO DISFRUTEIS.<br /><br /> <br />Begins a new stage, hang once a week, part of a new project called (LOST TOYS). <br />They are pieces of dreams, feelings, disappointments, surprises, unexpected joys. <br />All this running in my eyes. <br />A tribute to my privacy. <br />Hope you enjoy it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1980712341627143459?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-30038212182770351682009-04-25T19:09:00.001+01:002009-04-25T19:12:06.916+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SfNSZzxG5MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FGWnGimbG60/s1600-h/A+LA+CUINA......+REF-21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SfNSZzxG5MI/AAAAAAAAAUo/FGWnGimbG60/s400/A+LA+CUINA......+REF-21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328693387455816898" /></a><br />In my Kitchen at night, Light pastries.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3003821218277035168?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-91395712241622131312009-04-23T08:08:00.002+01:002009-04-23T08:13:22.171+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SfAVB3rvj1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/sxFct4PEM4E/s1600-h/LA+FADA++i+al+DANONE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SfAVB3rvj1I/AAAAAAAAAUg/sxFct4PEM4E/s400/LA+FADA++i+al+DANONE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327781481050771282" /></a><br />Avui dia de la Rosa el meu personal homenatge.<br /><br />El perfume de una Rosa, lleva prendido el suspiro de una Hadita cotidiana, mira con ojos de niño y...........quizas la veas.<br /><br />UN DIVERTIT DIA DE LA ROSA A TOTS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-9139571224162213131?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-14280180365134697912009-04-22T07:28:00.001+01:002009-04-22T07:30:31.571+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Se65gewvkZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qdX8xFQSI4w/s1600-h/ENTRA+DIBUIX+I+MAGIA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Se65gewvkZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/qdX8xFQSI4w/s400/ENTRA+DIBUIX+I+MAGIA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327399376890335634" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Entre el dibujo y la magia se mueve mi mundo.<br /><br />Between art and magic,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1428018036513469791?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-59150682456208908132009-04-15T21:36:00.002+01:002009-04-15T21:43:16.911+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SeZG3upvylI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tW-6Wchpr2k/s1600-h/THE+GERARD+FAIRIES.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SeZG3upvylI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tW-6Wchpr2k/s400/THE+GERARD+FAIRIES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021532642069074" /></a><br />La sorra vesteix de magia la timidesa del sol.<br /><br />Dime al oido, que cuento, de sal y lagrimas esconde la humeda y calida arena.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5915068245620890813?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-52384567244968660552009-04-06T07:53:00.002+01:002009-04-06T08:05:09.814+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SdmphlcqecI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-JX5OdcWbbQ/s1600-h/GEMINIS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SdmphlcqecI/AAAAAAAAAUI/-JX5OdcWbbQ/s400/GEMINIS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321470829168064962" /></a><br />Hoy inicio, un conjunto de imagenes que tienen que ver con mi particular vision magica del mundo sutil e invisible, solo aparente<br />con los ojos del corazon, es algo preso en mi energia , algo que tengo que desarrollar antes de ir mas alla, en el desarrollo de mi creatividad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5238456724496866055?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-91005306023969773402009-03-10T08:37:00.001Z2009-03-10T08:39:55.045Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SbYnUzuDgBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/t7hCLD_m_6k/s1600-h/SUN+SHINE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SbYnUzuDgBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/t7hCLD_m_6k/s400/SUN+SHINE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311476048964321298" /></a><br />Un destello ambar, el Sol dibuja el cielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-9100530602396977340?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-12310540624853057692009-03-09T08:13:00.002Z2009-03-09T08:18:12.153Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SbTQtZO7CuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mLA3Op74lA0/s1600-h/ROIIG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SbTQtZO7CuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/mLA3Op74lA0/s400/ROIIG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311099338862824162" /></a><br />La vida s'obre , Roig al migdia.<br /><br />Caliente la tierra, al sol una florecilla.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1231054062485305769?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-77367664678097441272009-02-24T20:34:00.003Z2009-02-24T20:38:18.606Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SaRar4DjG6I/AAAAAAAAATo/oXM6cqmleZI/s1600-h/BELLEZA+ELFICA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SaRar4DjG6I/AAAAAAAAATo/oXM6cqmleZI/s400/BELLEZA+ELFICA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306465970777430946" /></a><br />Laboriosa ella bebe belleza en la hora dorada.<br /><br />La bellesa trena llum , amb un treball minim<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-7736766467809744127?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-46400260452967087692009-02-23T08:09:00.001Z2009-02-23T08:19:33.395Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SaJb8DXOE1I/AAAAAAAAATg/7zPF61AGEKs/s1600-h/la+llum+del+SALTAMARTI.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SaJb8DXOE1I/AAAAAAAAATg/7zPF61AGEKs/s400/la+llum+del+SALTAMARTI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305904398248842066" /></a><br />Treballa el sol a terra.<br /><br />Como un hilo sujeto a la memoria, absorbe la luz del cielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4640026045296708769?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-26071636273445846282009-01-09T08:38:00.002Z2009-01-09T08:44:01.800Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SWcOSqPj5qI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k7zlM_0M86M/s1600-h/neuvid.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SWcOSqPj5qI/AAAAAAAAAS8/k7zlM_0M86M/s400/neuvid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289212001109927586" /></a><br />Cuando la nive preserva vida ., los elfos sacan sus zapatitos de fiesta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2607163627344584628?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-18719872246606993922008-12-26T20:00:00.003Z2008-12-26T20:12:45.632Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SVU6s5LaCTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JMI2fHec8qM/s1600-h/La+neu+regala+llum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SVU6s5LaCTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JMI2fHec8qM/s400/La+neu+regala+llum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284194280726464818" /></a><br />Dies d'estranyes melangies, entren al cor, i s'aseuen a la taula dorada de vells records, neules i torrons, i la nadala de l'avia,<br /><br />plena, d'arbre il-luminat llacos i papers de seda, dies d'estranye puresa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1871987224660699392?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-74664581340974582492008-12-21T16:53:00.005Z2008-12-21T16:59:39.149Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SU51qR4SlTI/AAAAAAAAASs/w64GB5_EOyo/s1600-h/smile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SU51qR4SlTI/AAAAAAAAASs/w64GB5_EOyo/s400/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282288782166627634" /></a><br />Els somriures esborran perdudes pors.<br /><br />Los sueños pintados, florecen al amanecer de la conciencia.<br /><br />¿VERDAD? O ¿MENTIRA?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-7466458134097458249?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-9408735830292479502008-11-15T08:37:00.002Z2008-11-15T08:47:32.291Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SR6MnRbpKzI/AAAAAAAAARs/IVm6kXV2HoQ/s1600-h/NEU.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SR6MnRbpKzI/AAAAAAAAARs/IVm6kXV2HoQ/s400/NEU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268803220392192818" /></a><br />L'hivern es aqui , es hora de calentar el cor i viure la llibertat dels vents gelats del nord.<br />Com sap un vell i estimat amic, les del nord, son terres d'una magia poderosa, plenes d'histories que algun dia ell continuara explican(Garces).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-940873583029247950?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-81790703756321937222008-11-11T09:38:00.004Z2008-11-11T09:41:03.343Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SRlTJWuORFI/AAAAAAAAARk/1Ik7CEEi_7g/s1600-h/DITS.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SRlTJWuORFI/AAAAAAAAARk/1Ik7CEEi_7g/s400/DITS.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267332659369886802" /></a><br />Que amagan els dits ,que la paraula calla?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8179070375632193722?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-27062082920094654322008-11-08T07:44:00.003Z2008-11-08T07:50:50.291Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SRVEsAbmbTI/AAAAAAAAARc/DlIfAN7P3lI/s1600-h/POSIBILITATS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SRVEsAbmbTI/AAAAAAAAARc/DlIfAN7P3lI/s400/POSIBILITATS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266190862100360498" /></a><br />Cuando los sueños caen, llegan a nosotros como agua de mayo, aquellos mundos escondidos en nosotros llenos de infinitas posibilidades.<br /><br />SIEMPRE HAY UNA NUEVA POSIBILIDAD, RECUERDA...........................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2706208292009465432?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-83743350114545707762008-10-31T17:17:00.002Z2008-10-31T17:25:42.466Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SQs_iqTu94I/AAAAAAAAARU/OlpuUHL3nvU/s1600-h/esquitx.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SQs_iqTu94I/AAAAAAAAARU/OlpuUHL3nvU/s400/esquitx.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263370454217717634" /></a><br />A la neu,aquesta nit un angel...........<br /><br />Un sutil misterio duerme en el silencio blanco.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8374335011454570776?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-10926411588475772302008-09-23T17:46:00.002+01:002008-09-23T17:55:44.940+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SNkffqEWuZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZpCsVsLLkfM/s1600-h/BAIXARESGravat_MiradaTactil.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SNkffqEWuZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZpCsVsLLkfM/s400/BAIXARESGravat_MiradaTactil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249261469405985170" /></a><br />Actualmente en gira con la exposicion itinerante MINIPRINT 2008 (CADAQUES).<br /><br />Concurso anual e internacional de grabado, en el que cada año participan mas de 70 paises para mas informacion, consultar en google,por miniprint.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1092641158847577230?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-71249608436701334622008-09-23T16:54:00.003+01:002008-09-23T17:04:21.490+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SNkTNlgxt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/nwOCtCMGVUk/s1600-h/mare-bosc.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SNkTNlgxt1I/AAAAAAAAAOY/nwOCtCMGVUk/s400/mare-bosc.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249247964805838674" /></a><br />Fa molt poc ha sigut el meu cumple, i ho celebro compartin aquet mandala amb vosaltres.<br /><br />El silencio natural siempre es un misterio al que volvemos, cada vez, la noche de nuestro cumpleaños.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-7124960843670133462?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-2247119669305044162008-09-15T17:51:00.003+01:002008-09-15T17:59:02.885+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SM6UR-eJoMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HLByIYx8HxU/s1600-h/PROJECTA.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SM6UR-eJoMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HLByIYx8HxU/s400/PROJECTA.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246293652481351874" /></a><br />Es un projecta de mirades brodades, es viu i no se com acabara.<br /><br />Un trabajo de proyeccion, donde el niño dialoga conmigo, bordando la luz con hebras de sueños.<br /><br />Ya os contare como acaba todo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-224711966930504416?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-62866876402818041832008-09-01T20:24:00.002+01:002008-09-01T20:31:45.208+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SLxDGEt_PEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/McWsSW2oPIg/s1600-h/SOMNI-VERT.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SLxDGEt_PEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/McWsSW2oPIg/s400/SOMNI-VERT.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241137837977320514" /></a><br />La llum del bosc em parla, que em dira?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-6286687640281804183?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-7764311351536833662008-07-29T08:06:00.002+01:002008-07-29T08:21:34.364+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SI7E9XK5zcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/th0vF5Wch_E/s1600-h/OM-DELS-INFANTS.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SI7E9XK5zcI/AAAAAAAAAOA/th0vF5Wch_E/s400/OM-DELS-INFANTS.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228332775894535618" /></a><br />Con la inspiracion de un retrato de STEVE M.CURRY, mi personal interpretacion de la compasion, para un pueblo sometido a la tirania del ostracismo mas cruel.<br /><br />Que la oracion de cada uno de sus niños, eleve estelas de luz, en estos momentos de osacuridad y desesperacion.<br /><br />Que aquesta llum obri camins al cor dels seus botxins,i onades de solidaritat travesin de punta a punta aquet pais.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-776431135153683366?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-31695223831624809302008-07-17T16:44:00.004+01:002008-07-17T16:57:52.768+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SH9rsxUnHKI/AAAAAAAAANc/YR3HpF5Mmfo/s1600-h/LA-LLAMADA-DE-PETER.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SH9rsxUnHKI/AAAAAAAAANc/YR3HpF5Mmfo/s400/LA-LLAMADA-DE-PETER.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224012509671267490" /></a><br />Omple el bosc de sensacions irisades, el record d'un estimat conte.<br /><br />Plou, i la gespa verge, amplifica com un miirall encantat de fira, les nostres sensacions feeriques.<br /><br />Que per un instant, el polsim daurat, toqui el nen perdut que porteu dintre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3169522383162480930?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-4166728445320614592008-07-10T18:30:00.002+01:002008-07-10T18:38:06.732+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SHZI3j2cpwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EU65EZcJqIQ/s1600-h/nen+del+sol.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SHZI3j2cpwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/EU65EZcJqIQ/s400/nen+del+sol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221440937336284930" /></a><br />El sol esta en el juego, el juego esta en el sol.<br /><br />Sol juego, juego de sol.<br /><br />Niño de sol, niño del cielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-416672844532061459?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-44571311620747368432008-06-22T19:09:00.003+01:002008-06-22T19:20:55.722+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SF6X-SEMaFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NUJbyShzeZI/s1600-h/la-dona-somia.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SF6X-SEMaFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NUJbyShzeZI/s400/la-dona-somia.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214772514798725202" /></a><br />En la calidez de la tarde, la mujer entresueña,calidos abrazos de flores bordadas.<br /><br />La dona capgira la tarda, amb la verdor secreta d'una anyorada tendresa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4457131162074736843?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-90733746574740042032008-06-04T07:49:00.004+01:002008-06-04T07:57:24.720+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SEY8xsSUxjI/AAAAAAAAALo/aKSLSDUONb8/s1600-h/angi-bosc.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SEY8xsSUxjI/AAAAAAAAALo/aKSLSDUONb8/s400/angi-bosc.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207916843499832882" /></a><br />Un angel al bosc dorm a la flor mes tendra.<br /><br />La luz escribe poesia dulce, en los petalos de una flor caida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-9073374657474004203?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-26482895585456794332008-06-04T07:36:00.002+01:002008-06-04T07:48:09.566+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SEY6mRkXRjI/AAAAAAAAALg/rFVj9g9CCl8/s1600-h/bellesa.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SEY6mRkXRjI/AAAAAAAAALg/rFVj9g9CCl8/s400/bellesa.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207914448325920306" /></a><br />Una nina pensa, que el temps dorm als seus ulls de vidre.<br /><br />La muñeca siente las flores, tatuadas en su piel de vinilo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2648289558545679433?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-15178473990785424902008-04-27T08:53:00.002+01:002008-04-27T09:11:51.253+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SBQ0-QHrhFI/AAAAAAAAALI/RKSaN-Z0bcE/s1600-h/estel.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SBQ0-QHrhFI/AAAAAAAAALI/RKSaN-Z0bcE/s400/estel.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193834514348737618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SBQ0-wHrhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8aIjHdWY0b0/s1600-h/bro..gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SBQ0-wHrhGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/8aIjHdWY0b0/s400/bro..gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193834522938672226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SBQ0_QHrhHI/AAAAAAAAALY/NvMNf1-64tw/s1600-h/trenes.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SBQ0_QHrhHI/AAAAAAAAALY/NvMNf1-64tw/s400/trenes.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193834531528606834" /></a><br />Per mi el dibuix,es un dialeg amb l'anima,un discurs del cos ballan amb un espai sense limits.<br /><br />El dibujo para mi es, el encuentro con un espacio ilimitado, donde la mirada libremente traza senderos ocultos, a la realidad<br /><br />dimensional, donde todos estamos presos.<br /><br />Es para mi entrar en una libertad angelica.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1517847399078542490?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-7076092572880966792008-04-13T18:42:00.002+01:002008-04-13T18:52:09.227+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SAJIMZb8b7I/AAAAAAAAALA/2xQ16updNZg/s1600-h/prota.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/SAJIMZb8b7I/AAAAAAAAALA/2xQ16updNZg/s400/prota.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188789098507956146" /></a><br />Capgira la llum, la funcio de Mare, la branca acarona la guarda de nit.<br /><br />Quants somnis, esperan a la porta verda?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-707609257288096679?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-57426514783876270582008-03-24T18:40:00.002Z2008-03-24T18:58:50.311Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R-f5zRddZYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Chnc6fh7UAY/s1600-h/MATERNAL.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R-f5zRddZYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Chnc6fh7UAY/s400/MATERNAL.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181384555568653698" /></a><br />No perdeu la oportunitat de veura la expo, ultims dies fins el proper disabte.<br /><br />Aun podeis ver la expo ultimos dias, hasta el sabado no podeis perder la oportunidad, espero vuestros comentarios. <br /><br />Un abrazo de Roser.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5742651478387627058?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-15875249058359009752008-03-06T19:32:00.003Z2008-03-06T19:42:01.742Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R9BI8CCbqxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tirJRNQdwJ4/s1600-h/NINO-BLAU.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R9BI8CCbqxI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tirJRNQdwJ4/s400/NINO-BLAU.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174716168025123602" /></a><br />Erase una vez un muñeco caprichoso, que habiendo hecho alianza con una estrella, hechizaba el azul para encontrar la noche.<br /><br />Sin apenas darse cuenta, cayo de golpe en un claro de luna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1587524905835900975?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-45047555859583690502008-03-06T19:04:00.009Z2008-03-06T19:18:38.734Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R9BDWSCbqwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MrdId_LAXkk/s1600-h/ternura.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R9BDWSCbqwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/MrdId_LAXkk/s400/ternura.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174710021926923010" /></a><br />La ternura siempre movera el mundo ¿NO ES ASI?.<br /><br />Una lagrima furtiva por un animal enfermo, con el que compartimos tanto.<br />Una pequeña lagrima al encontrar un juguete antiguo,tantas y tantas cosas.........perlas en el mapa de nuestros mas entrañables recuerdos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4504755585958369050?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-84402668090764503142008-02-26T08:50:00.003Z2008-02-26T09:23:06.069Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R8PaW1D7mxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/orNIYeV4N4s/s1600-h/BOREAL.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R8PaW1D7mxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/orNIYeV4N4s/s400/BOREAL.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171216882887006994" /></a><br />Es una de las imagenes expuesta en mi exposicion, no podeis dejar de verla, para mi una de las mas bellas.<br /><br />La feminidad, la luz y la fuerza del arquetipo femenino, que posee igual la mujer que el hombre, he querido plasmar esas heramientas potentes y creativas que todos poseemos y debemos descubrir en nuestro interior.<br /><br />TAMAÑO : 1,50 cm x 1,06 cm. <br /><br />RMBLA DE CATALUNYA 124 MARIA PONSA FLORS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8440266809076450314?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-43379375320524164612008-02-23T20:39:00.002Z2008-02-23T20:43:23.778Z<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R8CFX1D7mvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2ei73jC49p0/s1600-h/BOSC.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R8CFX1D7mvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2ei73jC49p0/s400/BOSC.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170279016648383218" /></a><br />Quan la grisalla senyoreja el bosc, surtan las elfas Doradas.<br /><br />S'apropan al gran llac de pedra i miran el pasat amb calma.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4337937532052416461?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-88731841790079276982008-02-23T20:23:00.002Z2008-02-23T20:34:19.238Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R8CDMVD7muI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1orsSn0sipc/s1600-h/ESPIAR.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R8CDMVD7muI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1orsSn0sipc/s400/ESPIAR.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170276620056632034" /></a><br />Caminan el dibuix veu un ull espian roses, quin es el motiu, que busca la mirada juganera despullan l'intimitat rosa.<br /><br />Nomes al dibuix vol cazar l'interes de la mirada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8873184179007927698?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-32439800635096460052008-02-19T12:22:00.002Z2008-02-19T12:29:27.311Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7rLmFD7mtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vosaRdw3wc4/s1600-h/ANGEL-DE-L%27ARBRE.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7rLmFD7mtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vosaRdw3wc4/s400/ANGEL-DE-L%27ARBRE.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168667377415199442" /></a><br />Per un angel un angel,joc de salut,arrelament al cel del nostra arc iris.<br /><br />M'enmirallo al cel,i als meus ull hi veig a DEU.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3243980063509646005?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-4141226220800188892008-02-18T17:59:00.002Z2008-02-18T18:23:35.292Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7nNE1D7msI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zzwUlJKLjdY/s1600-h/LES-GERRES-PARLAN.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7nNE1D7msI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zzwUlJKLjdY/s400/LES-GERRES-PARLAN.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168387530231093954" /></a><br />Mujer que escondes en tu fragil levedad,el desafio valiente de una feroz rebeldia, encuentra en el agua espejo fiel de tu pasado angelico,un aliado, un amigo a quien confiar tus secretas lagrimas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-414122622080018889?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-10921083133991061602008-02-14T17:03:00.002Z2008-02-14T17:12:20.309Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7R2UVD7mrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-v7OyguxAR8/s1600-h/PEU.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7R2UVD7mrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-v7OyguxAR8/s400/PEU.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166884764123896498" /></a><br />PEU, caricia llunyana d'un embolcall, diminuta presencia que juga amb el cor, com un peluch trencat.<br /><br />Qui podes tenir ulls per recuperar la gosadia de l'infantesa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1092108313399106160?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-63578868987499388272008-02-14T08:15:00.002Z2008-02-14T08:22:57.787Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7P6VVD7mqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/haKMYItaNbo/s1600-h/RACO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7P6VVD7mqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/haKMYItaNbo/s400/RACO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166748441861921442" /></a><br />Esta imagen,es una de las imagenes expuestas.<br /><br />Para mi es la tierna cotidianidad,el embrujo elegante del momento,y lo invisible de la esencia,encarnado en este pequeño elfo que se maravilla, en su busqueda.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-6357886898749938827?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-82890750078669081672008-02-14T08:04:00.003Z2008-02-14T08:14:38.681Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7P3_1D7mpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-H0OvcJN2HQ/s1600-h/RoserCros_A+la+llum....jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7P3_1D7mpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-H0OvcJN2HQ/s400/RoserCros_A+la+llum....jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166745873471478418" /></a><br />Exposicion y venta de mi obra fotografica, en un lugar magico ya que es como un bello jardin en medio de la ciudad, ven y disfrutalo.<br />MARIA PONSA FLORS RAMBLA CATALUNYA 124.<br />INAUGURACION 20 DE FEBRERO A LAS 20 HORAS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8289075007866908167?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-19175415684686207312008-02-14T07:56:00.003Z2008-02-14T08:03:05.413Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7P1plD7moI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EVAuz1NgUpY/s1600-h/BOSC-I-FADES.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R7P1plD7moI/AAAAAAAAAJU/EVAuz1NgUpY/s400/BOSC-I-FADES.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166743292196133506" /></a><br />Dicen que las noches de luna llena,las lagrimas del bosque se convierten en flor, y las hadas bailan a su alrededor para conjurar, el miedo oculto, a la ignorancia del hombre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1917541568468620731?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-67786111297394792282008-01-27T19:05:00.000Z2008-01-27T19:12:49.017Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R5zXpJoAKxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sdmA6lIorrU/s1600-h/SORRA.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R5zXpJoAKxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sdmA6lIorrU/s400/SORRA.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160236375018056466" /></a><br />Dibuixa l'infant, un brodat de joc i llum a la sorra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-6778611129739479228?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-36518984428320817452008-01-27T18:49:00.000Z2008-01-27T18:59:01.289Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R5zUXZoAKwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YlAfPGcgT1U/s1600-h/SOMNI.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R5zUXZoAKwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YlAfPGcgT1U/s400/SOMNI.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160232771540495106" /></a><br />Quien esconde el corazon en sus sueños, anda por reinos de terciopelo y agua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3651898442832081745?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-55188681779372924412008-01-14T18:09:00.000Z2008-01-14T18:15:26.310Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R4umpHFMujI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pncq8Ug_6rg/s1600-h/DEESA.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R4umpHFMujI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pncq8Ug_6rg/s400/DEESA.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155397423661365810" /></a><br />La fuerza del fuego y la ternura, mueven el mundo aunque de forma tan sutil que apenas lo parece.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5518868177937292441?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-49156404205640427342007-12-10T20:23:00.000Z2007-12-10T20:37:54.029Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R12jZ54TwFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0cKqgVLEmO8/s1600-h/ferd.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R12jZ54TwFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0cKqgVLEmO8/s400/ferd.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142446014956027986" /></a><br />Una flor de nieve, enamorada de una rosa , vive los primeros frios como un canto de primavera.<br />LLora cantando en el viento su tristeza,la perdida de su manto verde,el arbol en invierno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4915640420564042734?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-39794349192569143232007-11-24T09:04:00.000Z2007-11-24T09:24:35.957Z<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R0ftwetfjAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/o6ms3nqJ5-M/s1600-h/DULCE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R0ftwetfjAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/o6ms3nqJ5-M/s400/DULCE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136335317172718594" /></a><br />La ciruela se piensa, señora de la dorada lluvia, en los bosques de otoño.<br />Musica crujiente de pies diminutos las noches de luna llena, bailes elficos en el viento.<br />¿Acaso en la luz del otoño,se revela el secreto dulce y jugoso de la ciruela? .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3979434919256914323?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-65841800186568790102007-11-18T18:49:00.000Z2007-11-18T19:15:20.388Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R0CPJetfi_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PUU3ieJa8GY/s1600-h/DE+NIT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/R0CPJetfi_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/PUU3ieJa8GY/s400/DE+NIT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134260968227834866" /></a><br />Era la LLUNA la meva gateta,misteriosa com l'estel nomes sortia de nit.<br />Amb les seves petjades d'angel, regalaba tendresa.<br />Una gata singular cariñosa de noche y fugaz de dia,conectada a las estrellas, en sus ojos podias viajar al firmamento.<br />hecho mucho de menos su dulce presencia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-6584180018656879010?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-4558934533262739702007-11-09T21:20:00.000Z2007-11-09T21:39:51.682Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzTTmKJkgrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hHxkCMkxVEQ/s1600-h/BR0DAT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzTTmKJkgrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/hHxkCMkxVEQ/s400/BR0DAT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130958527994823346" /></a><br />Un nen amagat al bosc, trova un cami brodat de papallones, llenguatje mut de la natura.<br />El niño en el bosque, viste sus pies con alas de luna, que resplandecen, en los sueños oscuros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-455893453326273970?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-13816820652176469532007-11-08T21:49:00.000Z2007-11-08T22:13:44.130Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzOKCqJkgqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WgKGJgq5_Lw/s1600-h/VENUS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzOKCqJkgqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WgKGJgq5_Lw/s400/VENUS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130596178783928994" /></a><br />La princesa desdeñada acude al sapo sabio.<br />Si, ...........si, aquel que vive en el lago de jade, ella suplica por su amor perdido, y al ruego real, le concede el sapo la gracia de asistir al baile, de la luna llena, en otoño.<br />Aquel donde dedos de luna, engarzan con furia sincopada, joyas hechas de lagrimas y celos, para conjurar y transmutar las penas de amor en una gran estrella fugaz<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1381682065217646953?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-50215284579780829222007-11-08T21:46:00.002Z2007-11-08T21:49:12.480Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzOEQaJkgpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/05b5y2MTf10/s1600-h/rateta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzOEQaJkgpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/05b5y2MTf10/s400/rateta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130589817937363602" /></a><br />Un apunt que jo m'estimo molt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-5021528457978082922?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-3832697352268044462007-11-07T21:43:00.000Z2007-11-07T21:55:18.230Z<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzIx1OrqHUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QZJ_is72UqI/s1600-h/ROSA.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RzIx1OrqHUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/QZJ_is72UqI/s400/ROSA.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130217716072455490" /></a><br />Este es el primer dibujo magico que pinte, hace 15 años.<br />Mi firma ha cambiado, pero sigo pintando por encargo (el niño oniña interior) (la hada o el elfo de cada uno) y otras posibilidades) si deseas una PIEZA UNICA contacta conmigo 686495968.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-383269735226804446?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-26433376798710814412007-11-03T15:07:00.000Z2007-11-03T15:19:53.047Z<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RyyPO-rqHTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TpwEmGWjA3g/s1600-h/EL-RECORD.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RyyPO-rqHTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TpwEmGWjA3g/s400/EL-RECORD.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128631563175206194" /></a><br />La lali,sueña una cita con el juego, manitas calientes,cromos picados,muchas y muchas veces,desafio del destino,este tuyo este mio.<br />Como niebla matutina, se desvanece en el tiempo.<br />Ojos brillantes,recuerdos que calientan el corazon en invierno.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2643337679871081441?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-48081435795009890232007-10-16T17:35:00.000+01:002007-10-16T17:49:07.325+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RxTreJfDr2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dob1FkNDQ_U/s1600-h/garfio.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RxTreJfDr2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/dob1FkNDQ_U/s400/garfio.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121977579401883490" /></a><br /> La madre Luna,mece el barco del capitan Garfio,escondida en el dibujo de un arbol sabio.<br />Susurando al agua,que los cuentos son reales y la vida es un sueño de trazos misteriosos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-4808143579500989023?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-35880797205309971342007-09-23T22:27:00.000+01:002007-09-23T22:32:56.498+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RvbbeNIKsrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MwsRBs0OCQo/s1600-h/EL-PLOR.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RvbbeNIKsrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MwsRBs0OCQo/s400/EL-PLOR.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113515738892251826" /></a><br />Magdalena,vierte sus lagrimas,perlas creativas, en una huella eterna.<br />¿Caminante,son tus pies alados,el recuerdo de un Dios.......tan humano?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3588079720530997134?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-3313021695501654962007-09-22T09:50:00.000+01:002007-09-22T10:10:05.162+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RvTb39IKspI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Uercfb55Fuw/s1600-h/dibuix-de-lluna.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RvTb39IKspI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Uercfb55Fuw/s400/dibuix-de-lluna.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112953231320461970" /></a><br />El gat mira l'arbre dibuixat per la lluna,una nit blanca.<br />La nit dels somnis recuperats,on les joguines,escriuen els seus desitjos,en el somriure dels infants dormits.<br /><br />La noche blanca,acoge en la luna,el dibujo que se siente un arbol,reflejando su belleza,en la mirada sorprendida de un gato.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-331302169550165496?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-27544798977960011482007-09-15T06:39:00.000+01:002007-09-15T06:43:40.490+01:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rutw_4vNE4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/f1tNmBXfs3E/s1600-h/TANCAN-LA-NIT.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rutw_4vNE4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/f1tNmBXfs3E/s400/TANCAN-LA-NIT.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110302445046403970" /></a><br />Els dits de lluna, ballan la nit a la llum d' un estel perdut.<br />Los dedos de la luna, cierran la noche, con la luz de un sueño.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-2754479897796001148?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-3995551324299170922007-08-12T20:20:00.000+01:002007-08-12T20:27:54.202+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rr9fJIMeezI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Zv92apMQwWs/s1600-h/CONILLET.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rr9fJIMeezI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Zv92apMQwWs/s400/CONILLET.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097897913629965106" /></a><br />El conejito blanco, es mecido por la luz y el tiempo, en una cuna llena de tierna consciencia.<br /><br />La llum i el temps una sutil presencia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-399555132429917092?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-16474591557248003332007-07-24T00:39:00.001+01:002007-07-24T00:47:17.545+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RqU984MeetI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uC7JtdayHRk/s1600-h/BLOG_Font+de+vida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090543069898373842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RqU984MeetI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uC7JtdayHRk/s400/BLOG_Font+de+vida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La fada esbrina el seu futur descansant els seus peus màgics a la font de vida recollida dins el bosc. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>El corazón verde del bosque refresca y muestra pequeños secretos a una hada curiosa</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1647459155724800333?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-79696485011453845112007-07-14T02:07:00.000+01:002007-07-14T02:12:15.388+01:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rpgi5Sq0ioI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MKGQewmZb3k/s1600-h/BLOG_La+Nit+de+Sant+Joan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086854146774305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rpgi5Sq0ioI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MKGQewmZb3k/s400/BLOG_La+Nit+de+Sant+Joan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La noche de San Juan teje arabescos rojos en la luna dormida, despertando su alma de zíngara, y regala a la tierra un espejo mágico, donde los niños con ojos de mago, pueden ver los oscuros lagos del tiempo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-7969648501145384511?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-31144051979663592522007-06-25T00:45:00.000+01:002007-06-25T00:50:43.821+01:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rn8DSYiWjjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fWONiIysxBk/s1600-h/BLOG_Kris.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079782519056272946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rn8DSYiWjjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fWONiIysxBk/s400/BLOG_Kris.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Una niña busca su luz, y la arena le muestra olas de conciencia adulta. ¿Dónde está la niña? ¿dónde la mujer?. Juntas son cazadoras de sueños, buscadoras sin fin, un ejemplo para las hadas perezosas. </div><br /><div>Esta pintura fue inspirada para una especial mujer que esta en el camino. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-3114405197966359252?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-17734299109856651842007-06-14T01:08:00.000+01:002007-06-14T01:09:36.038+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RnCHNoiWjhI/AAAAAAAAADk/tB6xQdZEH4M/s1600-h/BLOG_Roser_ELFA[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075705448336100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/RnCHNoiWjhI/AAAAAAAAADk/tB6xQdZEH4M/s400/BLOG_Roser_ELFA%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Este es un apunte de la Hada de los lagos frios del norte, el ensueño de su mirada y el viento bailando en sus cabellos, inspiraron el aura visible de un angel y tambien el proyecto de una exposicion de Mandalas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-1773429910985665184?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-88778175606470743652007-06-08T01:02:00.000+01:002007-06-08T01:12:55.317+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rmie9oiWjeI/AAAAAAAAADE/-8iIkjMBD_s/s1600-h/BLOG_PULS_100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073479761923575266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rmie9oiWjeI/AAAAAAAAADE/-8iIkjMBD_s/s320/BLOG_PULS_100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">La Papallona vola i dibuixa en el seu vol un sortilegi ple d´inquietants perspectives.</span></div><br /><div>¿Dónde está la belleza? ¿en el ojo que mira o en el encanto sutil que borda la mirada?. Eso ha inspirado este Mandala, el vuelo transparente de una fugaz mariposa.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-8877817560647074365?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-63657361565944910162007-05-28T20:16:00.000+01:002007-07-14T02:23:58.573+01:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rlsq4F_pFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hkzFSEVygm4/s1600-h/ANGEL+DE+LA+GUARDA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069692948705776882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FNSaSoOWF3I/Rlsq4F_pFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hkzFSEVygm4/s320/ANGEL+DE+LA+GUARDA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654059302385376378-6365736156594491016?l=rosercros.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1