tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36540593023853763782024-03-19T09:36:02.125+00:00Roser CrosFotografia, Il.lustració i Imatges sobre Esmalts al Foc.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-28803782117245179382014-02-10T07:38:00.000+00:002014-02-10T07:38:03.331+00:00Peter, tiene un bosque Magico, busca y busca a Campanilla, su dulce Hadita. Que la Magia despierte tus Sueños Dormidos, y los convierta, en posibilidades Reales; En caminos de sorprendente belleza. Dedicado a Una Chica muy especial , que vive en Chile, en una zona de Lagos y Bosques Magicos. PARA TI<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4XNYbHI76bQ0lGqKW_w7i-hmbOxGXU09KWebsP1gtQvVVVD00ffJv6Ae4I7-X9JswSvXkOJMNiiZdclh1RDi2hTuQfL_QPVPaIg1Ve3sUFs3yDcjR0UFX3IpIbNH_lsLd2AsBfrdGMM/s1600/BOSC+PETER.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4XNYbHI76bQ0lGqKW_w7i-hmbOxGXU09KWebsP1gtQvVVVD00ffJv6Ae4I7-X9JswSvXkOJMNiiZdclh1RDi2hTuQfL_QPVPaIg1Ve3sUFs3yDcjR0UFX3IpIbNH_lsLd2AsBfrdGMM/s320/BOSC+PETER.jpg" /></a>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-42855448819509505092013-11-03T19:57:00.000+00:002013-11-03T19:57:11.092+00:00LA HORA VIOLETACae la tarde, sin prisa, como una manta dulce en invierno; En el patio,Maruixa duerme tranquila.
Un duende con arte, pinta mariposas en el aire, shssss shssss, silencio, no queremos despertar, la Noche,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeuN3mYvT3oh-XsOrdSA08s_WP1hm4MXKFpkwCKrX05WAroTgwaGGMLWUliZzpi9LJZHy79MN32eEMZBx7Z9tSqZLI8pPsfzpfUBg_KDyR65-JczowCy2sziN2vguc0gCHk3YGHtMQFg/s1600/MARUIXA.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeuN3mYvT3oh-XsOrdSA08s_WP1hm4MXKFpkwCKrX05WAroTgwaGGMLWUliZzpi9LJZHy79MN32eEMZBx7Z9tSqZLI8pPsfzpfUBg_KDyR65-JczowCy2sziN2vguc0gCHk3YGHtMQFg/s320/MARUIXA.jpg" /></a> todavia.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-15222867008772225102013-11-02T19:16:00.000+00:002013-11-02T19:16:18.211+00:00Duerme Alicia, sueños imposibles con tu conejito rosa, atiende , el reloj no gira, sonrisas perdidas en chocolatinas sorpresa.
Miramos con fragil sentimiento, ilusiones que nos sorprenden, sin capacidad de reflexion, entonces, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfPVUNRtrwzXTtPeJ3lGc0K8H8X9BQgVmZHghZXn69oNmgyZcyKPBJhC_PJoC3k_2znYs3Jcw4NxWmmI7NcwvbsX8mNfaxdUYnmBeGLljI2Z31768CUUbpqzvgOG7p7df7qQBdZPw9bk/s1600/M+ALICIA.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfPVUNRtrwzXTtPeJ3lGc0K8H8X9BQgVmZHghZXn69oNmgyZcyKPBJhC_PJoC3k_2znYs3Jcw4NxWmmI7NcwvbsX8mNfaxdUYnmBeGLljI2Z31768CUUbpqzvgOG7p7df7qQBdZPw9bk/s320/M+ALICIA.jpg" /></a> solo entonces, buscamos con premura inusitada,nuestro conejito rosa.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-70358465217532754222013-11-01T21:50:00.000+00:002013-11-01T21:50:31.802+00:00Oscura Noche La noche oscura, brillan las pisadas de Angel, en la hierba fresca.
Bailes diminutos en el bosque, mecen el sueño, de un recien nacido.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nBuAf81IAhGMcY6JlRjeVbRkwYCTxWn2XfeV56yFfPTGoDeutVYIeic7apeScKi31gCwzmMfdV3qxRI9h_2jHoWhYC2NqZD0ZQBl75iP6Bs769G3IYpJxi7RnbMsFCFsGm7FG96gpd0/s1600/NOCHE.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_nBuAf81IAhGMcY6JlRjeVbRkwYCTxWn2XfeV56yFfPTGoDeutVYIeic7apeScKi31gCwzmMfdV3qxRI9h_2jHoWhYC2NqZD0ZQBl75iP6Bs769G3IYpJxi7RnbMsFCFsGm7FG96gpd0/s320/NOCHE.jpg" /></a> Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-88416388723381697482013-10-25T16:15:00.000+01:002013-10-25T16:15:56.471+01:00Guarda de la dulce y encantada noche oscura ,oculta brillos de saten y rico placer caprichoso.
Corren los conejos, empieza la llegada del frio,la noche magica de juego y sorpresas se acerca.
Ahora donde se esconden los golosos, en la ventana ,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7sOK88nsR0TSbAdYxyaZ2HNH5Dpbu7Gyu_mosEdU3NjuHeXDrXp372dSedvwphth3aOnQzHh9UvnaoH9t1X1cWImXYfV0fgzNeIcIk59RCo-K1J0ABJeyRLEO4vM0QgU1lW2e2AyyvE/s1600/DAURAT.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil7sOK88nsR0TSbAdYxyaZ2HNH5Dpbu7Gyu_mosEdU3NjuHeXDrXp372dSedvwphth3aOnQzHh9UvnaoH9t1X1cWImXYfV0fgzNeIcIk59RCo-K1J0ABJeyRLEO4vM0QgU1lW2e2AyyvE/s320/DAURAT.jpg" /></a>una gotita de azucar cae en mis ojosRoser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-25140687021516596332013-05-25T19:07:00.000+01:002013-05-25T19:07:14.045+01:00Aquesta nit, fa olor de llimona la lluna, com els bunyols de poma que feia l'avia.
Sensacions d'infantesa, fantasies de gust i molta gana de llaminadures.
A voltes miro la lluna, i em pregunto si tothom veu el mateix,es un forat lluminos i molt llunya suspes en un inmens buit.
i si nosaltres tambe estem suspesos dins d'una experiencia, que sembla colectiva, pero es aparent, donc el caleidoscopi emocional propi, fa que sigui,
totalment diferent l'una de l'altre?
Uns ulls de gat em miran desde la foscor, em veuan a mi? o la meva consciecia?
Aquesta imatge m'inspira la lluna<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiyxcHfTYDToSNCsMRqu4kFbVzYXWXpexY7P9Nmphr-V415meEDtxd1xarqHbZ7GkN6myhg5VVsYkq6937Yqq24OViIJvgxCZoP2NTz1ei2PwixgBXEwUPb3Jn30zOJHdhEhlRS29-Jo/s1600/LLUNAP.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiyxcHfTYDToSNCsMRqu4kFbVzYXWXpexY7P9Nmphr-V415meEDtxd1xarqHbZ7GkN6myhg5VVsYkq6937Yqq24OViIJvgxCZoP2NTz1ei2PwixgBXEwUPb3Jn30zOJHdhEhlRS29-Jo/s320/LLUNAP.jpg" /></a>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-50639595645712249692013-03-17T16:33:00.000+00:002013-03-17T16:33:39.712+00:00Hola decido despues de un largo reposo volver a subir, mis experiencias.
Personalidad nueva , noves sensibilitats.
Espero comentaris<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmcSn_Gv1tsGsU5GgRanWNPfYtUrqyMtyw4ioYNz2J0dIGMZHM_a7bFJTjV2YLh7_lLrduKM1UxphyphenhyphenmK3M9yBxy2OmGAvIjsGaTENiqhTNald0helxN5rLsgDbnoCytIAtq01Mt8BgF8/s1600/GATIBRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWmcSn_Gv1tsGsU5GgRanWNPfYtUrqyMtyw4ioYNz2J0dIGMZHM_a7bFJTjV2YLh7_lLrduKM1UxphyphenhyphenmK3M9yBxy2OmGAvIjsGaTENiqhTNald0helxN5rLsgDbnoCytIAtq01Mt8BgF8/s320/GATIBRO.jpg" /></a>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-47706760349003205242012-05-17T19:53:00.000+01:002012-05-17T19:53:50.690+01:00Hola, sigo viva!Sigo respirando belleza... tendreis noticias mias pronto!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9E_x_mPKZOuN-C49iWjkvjS80VvVaKNbr2b8LqHC-1hOygUaknapp-2ASLcGNtw3nTYcyrPunmDDCYNHQRA9VqEKcaKeB8fIKHfRTxFZEJxs6XX8AZgWF28h_Ghyphenhyphenz0YCMJp8YDH7gog/s1600/MIXETSantJordi2012_ROSER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="278" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9E_x_mPKZOuN-C49iWjkvjS80VvVaKNbr2b8LqHC-1hOygUaknapp-2ASLcGNtw3nTYcyrPunmDDCYNHQRA9VqEKcaKeB8fIKHfRTxFZEJxs6XX8AZgWF28h_Ghyphenhyphenz0YCMJp8YDH7gog/s400/MIXETSantJordi2012_ROSER.jpg" /></a></div>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-39651900067538627322011-07-01T05:56:00.002+01:002011-07-01T06:06:57.445+01:00ESPERANZA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DFA20KGUXEJawXC8Ler7mzfrF7ecGGsBKMWMjdEirHgnY4x5mdDtGNrS7B-YHv4earJa1lt_rYk0-IkOEgDZCYdHrR_3H9X2RNEJcjp52TeBHkxLk9AluE_mh9ZiLfNKSuEMxiBWhf8/s1600/llum+a+l%2527aigua.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DFA20KGUXEJawXC8Ler7mzfrF7ecGGsBKMWMjdEirHgnY4x5mdDtGNrS7B-YHv4earJa1lt_rYk0-IkOEgDZCYdHrR_3H9X2RNEJcjp52TeBHkxLk9AluE_mh9ZiLfNKSuEMxiBWhf8/s400/llum+a+l%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.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-90720768784810518982010-12-29T08:55:00.002+00:002010-12-29T09:22:27.208+00:00Nadal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1E_8k3funcCsjgQRJb50A1gS0oh4PyVqViZ_0J83wg6JHcgmVfXSsiEgXRgBVPrQ0F5we_ZydRbW82qo95eIYaTj3ofC6taWM8ctTPjJ-Y409NxrimH6PlWg8gCWWTpEFGoq8nuLHcIg/s1600/CENTRE+MANDALA+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1E_8k3funcCsjgQRJb50A1gS0oh4PyVqViZ_0J83wg6JHcgmVfXSsiEgXRgBVPrQ0F5we_ZydRbW82qo95eIYaTj3ofC6taWM8ctTPjJ-Y409NxrimH6PlWg8gCWWTpEFGoq8nuLHcIg/s400/CENTRE+MANDALA+1.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 NOURoser 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+01:00VERDE, QUE TE QUIERO VERDE.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2e3EAqJv60DwdnwDPHgcwi3LOAn7Epu1kA3u1xf0hnKXDolefAHcvOO0wT2gGFUFvKZYrpZIvB2VejXqLn6IpOIomT232jHVou8k62RDWnMONFetPr_eGzqoveZeonxzFQd56k4E9Ak/s1600/+NIT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2e3EAqJv60DwdnwDPHgcwi3LOAn7Epu1kA3u1xf0hnKXDolefAHcvOO0wT2gGFUFvKZYrpZIvB2VejXqLn6IpOIomT232jHVou8k62RDWnMONFetPr_eGzqoveZeonxzFQd56k4E9Ak/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.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+01:00INFORMACIO DE LA NOVA EXPOSICIO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsaUuoXdGUVMJg4r38Aq_MtTKttUFzBZGUf4AnDs5pt7B5R1PBlfDXGEsraJLHqYMU27j_5Gur4K2qhxNDPKMOiknGAls2CWANMtiqQfQ-jEuUDNfrkmhbhtWj0sG-BkEt477Q-ikgr8/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsaUuoXdGUVMJg4r38Aq_MtTKttUFzBZGUf4AnDs5pt7B5R1PBlfDXGEsraJLHqYMU27j_5Gur4K2qhxNDPKMOiknGAls2CWANMtiqQfQ-jEuUDNfrkmhbhtWj0sG-BkEt477Q-ikgr8/s400/exposicio+roser+cros+i+patricia+soler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469347607297652066" /></a>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+01:00EXPOSICIO NOVA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhkOqpCCRZIVZPRslTnbxTu5CK4AdziRCFFNR6i97FoKhlcXdDJEReEHcV4e7Fqjqib-IjFX0YarGP2f9lShKu0nEVbMykCFGzA0tMj1P4dsSztUcj224WMd5USPegnDgYeudD68x2t4/s1600/GOLET+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhkOqpCCRZIVZPRslTnbxTu5CK4AdziRCFFNR6i97FoKhlcXdDJEReEHcV4e7Fqjqib-IjFX0YarGP2f9lShKu0nEVbMykCFGzA0tMj1P4dsSztUcj224WMd5USPegnDgYeudD68x2t4/s400/GOLET+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469346684252606706" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8lW5ZmZxJ0O880ZoKvcOFet0eXIn6l4TUUcPBbdls3jdoITUIS0iPn6CROn441_DyIxgdVMhUU8YuR7yPQS5w8FGC4pIoyESzqlo1lFJ_L1-Ef7PPq6wevX7GtJrGrpEJYSNExkAKSA/s1600/GOLET.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8lW5ZmZxJ0O880ZoKvcOFet0eXIn6l4TUUcPBbdls3jdoITUIS0iPn6CROn441_DyIxgdVMhUU8YuR7yPQS5w8FGC4pIoyESzqlo1lFJ_L1-Ef7PPq6wevX7GtJrGrpEJYSNExkAKSA/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.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¿PERMISO?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydP7AiZQYfqRygb1Y-VCK6l1piJk6bG_8dHKbdhF3ljqPCMdytd49Remz3_dAZiq_cVU5-RU6heobxgNrlPyMnORdUkX1gv486i3EA8RotoIJuCd8GCJXeRHCDapuIOxl2XwitPvVO4Q/s1600/Paperera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydP7AiZQYfqRygb1Y-VCK6l1piJk6bG_8dHKbdhF3ljqPCMdytd49Remz3_dAZiq_cVU5-RU6heobxgNrlPyMnORdUkX1gv486i3EA8RotoIJuCd8GCJXeRHCDapuIOxl2XwitPvVO4Q/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 FontRoser 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+01:00Tens son WINNIE?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNzuHIF9V91IP3hmI1Qxi1NWpQ_o_sOidF93tpV48egWTrOb2XuzvL_iI0JzfyPIvt5tW14T1n4cLBs9jb2d5Nij5HY6CfZYwZ_AVyrsqQGvNve9bl2rSq7wKF0iRjJHXdNI0iPwvp4s/s1600/WINNIE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNzuHIF9V91IP3hmI1Qxi1NWpQ_o_sOidF93tpV48egWTrOb2XuzvL_iI0JzfyPIvt5tW14T1n4cLBs9jb2d5Nij5HY6CfZYwZ_AVyrsqQGvNve9bl2rSq7wKF0iRjJHXdNI0iPwvp4s/s400/WINNIE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458814224913130050" /></a>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+01:00WINNIE AGAIN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ibyRH5_notVTzQ_wffeJmXsG5mOUT9d5ammqEAtnwm7TkvVMnt2MwjWJ7zWfA7v-9r_GqLhlcUeTdiYg9-sOEdpswjpzEJpcanqyPRfrBbw_o0GZ-J_PI_sXUWGnkntQkF9i2Ryb7Ns/s1600/WINNIE+AGAIN+.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ibyRH5_notVTzQ_wffeJmXsG5mOUT9d5ammqEAtnwm7TkvVMnt2MwjWJ7zWfA7v-9r_GqLhlcUeTdiYg9-sOEdpswjpzEJpcanqyPRfrBbw_o0GZ-J_PI_sXUWGnkntQkF9i2Ryb7Ns/s400/WINNIE+AGAIN+.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458546331606784658" /></a>Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-74180762346503372982010-02-21T10:46:00.002+00:002010-02-21T10:52:02.240+00:00NEVAT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Z7rQQG9zWF0zTPZoThX9DF0si-ZY8klmfAx5bNsPV-Mp7g3TGNuGcYx3t4H_60iSobPPhKE2wZDPOc1b35KGRl4XJhI2bT29PSUeJ632juJNOUQvPKjX4AmgQcp3-q4j0jaHYIqhMBs/s1600-h/NEVAT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Z7rQQG9zWF0zTPZoThX9DF0si-ZY8klmfAx5bNsPV-Mp7g3TGNuGcYx3t4H_60iSobPPhKE2wZDPOc1b35KGRl4XJhI2bT29PSUeJ632juJNOUQvPKjX4AmgQcp3-q4j0jaHYIqhMBs/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.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-80079872386864956272010-02-15T08:28:00.002+00:002010-02-15T08:42:09.110+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9r0_3QIbtAodr6Ge4cvObEGXDv3YWGW_tfPCLw2bc4o0KGQbI1CHrGvZQ0wW3Semg6TjBKG5-C6PcNDlBET_y3F8dwGY5gGDL2V7_OTZ8hLAzvKVQI1Zwen7cEkozzV50U7gYPDocYPM/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9r0_3QIbtAodr6Ge4cvObEGXDv3YWGW_tfPCLw2bc4o0KGQbI1CHrGvZQ0wW3Semg6TjBKG5-C6PcNDlBET_y3F8dwGY5gGDL2V7_OTZ8hLAzvKVQI1Zwen7cEkozzV50U7gYPDocYPM/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.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-85559311550783386832010-01-17T10:44:00.002+00:002010-01-17T11:04:11.476+00:00potser cal un ADEU?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOEmsHdske15Z-qGU5LwuuDFIjjQyo0d8KSayPqqVFsxobqEOcuEGC_bpjw8vrFzTina5bHi-aHArjQ9tUL8ctXkGv-5ibNKE7PM1i4a7zBSwhV9sLpiOKS80r0JZ257xlB_OFfvR_3g/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOEmsHdske15Z-qGU5LwuuDFIjjQyo0d8KSayPqqVFsxobqEOcuEGC_bpjw8vrFzTina5bHi-aHArjQ9tUL8ctXkGv-5ibNKE7PM1i4a7zBSwhV9sLpiOKS80r0JZ257xlB_OFfvR_3g/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.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-41448865361384525542009-12-30T20:14:00.002+00:002009-12-30T20:19:49.461+00:00SARTC 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4j9cnzz2CrmtjtlKcCHT_Csa6bQDYXDmJvktFM19NS97EcdvGPE1TrlRMNVTjJtyE0aFKTtkI4lv5dcwJpYa9pAPWzM85bTMec3r3cqQMTGR4vlINBmYTVQfnA4cJKvNbzeTNk9j2MoM/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4j9cnzz2CrmtjtlKcCHT_Csa6bQDYXDmJvktFM19NS97EcdvGPE1TrlRMNVTjJtyE0aFKTtkI4lv5dcwJpYa9pAPWzM85bTMec3r3cqQMTGR4vlINBmYTVQfnA4cJKvNbzeTNk9j2MoM/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5UmnUq7Ncxyx395eRwxvy1iqFSKKyWTRM_bgZFKmc_H9SBbwzgJohiMYR2gI8I9_5PRI_bqSgpnx6K2svKAJQ_EW3t1xQXHahk7tGCZIJyG9-BCu98yJsD6N0vRoXcOTRp3bmMinVs8/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5UmnUq7Ncxyx395eRwxvy1iqFSKKyWTRM_bgZFKmc_H9SBbwzgJohiMYR2gI8I9_5PRI_bqSgpnx6K2svKAJQ_EW3t1xQXHahk7tGCZIJyG9-BCu98yJsD6N0vRoXcOTRp3bmMinVs8/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@ateneuigualadiRoser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-69912567127100800272009-12-28T07:38:00.001+00:002009-12-28T07:40:41.322+00:00FAIRIES LIGHT<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8ISw5VJWPPxG_WEWZlPZkBRiDBzS_Ax5VvKdh17XbVxol3bY1hbeD4JoH8UiXqdehwRiTjjRV4Y2EPtaeiG_mchvGcYC2sR_q-NUCAPm8sIhWHQkM-CXHiI3GGVIQb1v130rvFQoew8/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8ISw5VJWPPxG_WEWZlPZkBRiDBzS_Ax5VvKdh17XbVxol3bY1hbeD4JoH8UiXqdehwRiTjjRV4Y2EPtaeiG_mchvGcYC2sR_q-NUCAPm8sIhWHQkM-CXHiI3GGVIQb1v130rvFQoew8/s400/+FAIRIES++LIGHT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420188712294043666" /></a><br />De matinada.......... , eixuguen llagrimes de lluna dins les flors.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654059302385376378.post-46513203359575282702009-12-27T11:30:00.002+00:002009-12-27T11:34:18.443+00:00MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjQY8i1xw7QSZG0F2AIbwCuShouD5Z7q31ogK2GscaKkQmOXeBbePXvIxKrTI5bS0rHGLPKB5e7HMFRDiyZgbN0WMJMUi2VfhRUsdSYjVI_FENDj9ELr8fQSdy2O-10fSxB_-kG1n3Wo/s1600-h/Na.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqjQY8i1xw7QSZG0F2AIbwCuShouD5Z7q31ogK2GscaKkQmOXeBbePXvIxKrTI5bS0rHGLPKB5e7HMFRDiyZgbN0WMJMUi2VfhRUsdSYjVI_FENDj9ELr8fQSdy2O-10fSxB_-kG1n3Wo/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.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+01:00JUGUETE MAGIA 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbFQjm0mSBf9fmlTBzz34ucRBWOUzAiqy_ArBILJl1x_uBDZnAGbmL1msHNXzSmSRIeZ4nza2kTkO7FUEwq1YUektSZ0NnRJQXvQ0D6IQIG5da7YHTrAYmYeMKBqFKQJfzp7198jNCG8/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDbFQjm0mSBf9fmlTBzz34ucRBWOUzAiqy_ArBILJl1x_uBDZnAGbmL1msHNXzSmSRIeZ4nza2kTkO7FUEwq1YUektSZ0NnRJQXvQ0D6IQIG5da7YHTrAYmYeMKBqFKQJfzp7198jNCG8/s400/circ+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381945105175099954" /></a><br />Un movimiento de luz, (ILUSION)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+01:00LES FULLES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXMl4RiZxZdOSLj9xeT3S4MFxUGSBrL20zHGO4IloUguMzt9DThtSvN9nnymLHtepiMvcSo3Xhr5o_uNZUmmPlngEPqWbUA1YCAFMHWOHJVqLbg4QiL5l281MtxmdrllKLJKBtTvKLTA/s1600-h/NINRISA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXMl4RiZxZdOSLj9xeT3S4MFxUGSBrL20zHGO4IloUguMzt9DThtSvN9nnymLHtepiMvcSo3Xhr5o_uNZUmmPlngEPqWbUA1YCAFMHWOHJVqLbg4QiL5l281MtxmdrllKLJKBtTvKLTA/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.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+01:00JUGAN AMB LLUM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22S_7uezGZkOmVhLe_G4wdwuW27fL_fvLt4OTBwa9m6Jrp7L-sxp8o7QfK1GwbfXVj8Zh4vwVELa61Tm52mivbBX92fh0H3yTtp2oQvmpjNuqpSEk6iWewfF1lbAgP2Dumv8WxbP5Hug/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22S_7uezGZkOmVhLe_G4wdwuW27fL_fvLt4OTBwa9m6Jrp7L-sxp8o7QfK1GwbfXVj8Zh4vwVELa61Tm52mivbBX92fh0H3yTtp2oQvmpjNuqpSEk6iWewfF1lbAgP2Dumv8WxbP5Hug/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.Roser Croshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01354198034784544535noreply@blogger.com2