tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133514304903352308.post1345066556689595191..comments2023-11-03T16:37:23.849+01:00Comments on DESIERTOS QUE HABITÉ OASIS QUE ENTREVÍ: El olor de las floresSergiohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12951695064577353403noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133514304903352308.post-70793355716081838232020-12-15T12:14:22.037+01:002020-12-15T12:14:22.037+01:00Gracias por comentar. Abrazos.Gracias por comentar. Abrazos.Sergiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12951695064577353403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133514304903352308.post-46533817169643639732020-12-14T16:04:20.400+01:002020-12-14T16:04:20.400+01:00Duele...Duele...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133514304903352308.post-12498345160061291002011-06-17T17:19:29.048+02:002011-06-17T17:19:29.048+02:00Gracias, Mayte.
Un saludo.Gracias, Mayte. <br />Un saludo.Sergiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12951695064577353403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6133514304903352308.post-34913091669613841452011-06-17T11:13:25.789+02:002011-06-17T11:13:25.789+02:00"Puertas entrecerrandose implacables" Al..."Puertas entrecerrandose implacables" Alguna vez he tenido esa sensación. Pero donde una puerta se cierra otra se abre, no? Un saludo...Maytehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11491983879209920296noreply@blogger.com