tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144829842011-12-02T08:32:09.759-03:00Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-40389221421875344412007-07-19T11:46:00.001-03:002007-07-21T17:48:32.504-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Udv2uyKnICI/Rp96d2Lw7SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ghIRr_YceSg/s1600-h/DSC02565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Udv2uyKnICI/Rp96d2Lw7SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ghIRr_YceSg/s320/DSC02565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088920757131603234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">NACIÓ MI BEBA,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">SERENA.</span><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-4038922142187534441?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1158584899229429832006-09-18T09:26:00.000-03:002006-09-26T20:17:21.413-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Virgen.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Virgen.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">Confirma y destruye,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">lo hermoso, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y era todo, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">es todo,</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">será todo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115858489922942983?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1158163342794836162006-09-13T12:46:00.000-03:002006-09-13T19:01:26.956-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Hombresanim.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Hombresanim.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"La diferencia entre la inteligencia y la estupidez reside en el manejo del adjetivo, cuyo uso no diversificado constituye la banalidad. Incluso Dios no vive más que por los adjetivos que se le añaden; esta es la razón de ser de la teología. Así, el hombre, calificando siempre diferentemente la monotonía de su infelicidad, no se justifica ante el espíritu más que por la búsqueda apasionada del nuevo adjetivo. Y sin embargo, esa búsqueda es lamentable."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Emile Cioran</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115816334279483616?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1157990275956159542006-09-11T12:05:00.002-03:002006-09-13T19:00:09.780-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Rousseaufinal.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Rousseaufinal.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666600;">ROUSSEAU</span></strong><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Abandonaron la casa, subieron por la cuesta, llegaron al </strong></span><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">quilombo y las palabras...</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">las calabras...las taladras...</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115799027595615954?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1156859097677903212006-08-29T10:18:00.000-03:002006-08-29T10:44:58.680-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Tango.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Tango.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"> <span style="color:#993399;">CHADEN</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Como decir que me partes en mil</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">las esquinitas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">de mis huesos..."</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115685909767790321?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1156514960594586852006-08-25T11:04:00.000-03:002006-08-25T11:18:26.813-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Caballo.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Caballo.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">De cuadro a cuadro, <span style="color:#ffffff;">Lolo</span>, de acá hasta el fondo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">con vos en la pista, me banco la carrera.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115651496059458685?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1155911239009290602006-08-18T10:43:00.000-03:002006-08-30T08:59:25.416-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/balthus2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/balthus2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"><span style="color:#993399;"> <strong>BALTHUS KLOSSOWSKI</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">¿Detrás </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">de esta cara de bicho relativo?</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong><span style="color:#ff9966;">O dureza, o luz, o perversión idiota...</span></strong><span style="color:#ffffff;"> </span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115591123900929060?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1155039747171437022006-08-08T09:12:00.000-03:002006-08-08T09:26:20.180-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Hern??ndez.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Hern%3F%3Fndez.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;">HERNÁNDEZ</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Bueno; naturalmente, tiene usted una expresión inteligente y todo lo demás. Pero la belleza, la verdadera belleza, acaba donde empieza la expresión intelectual. La intelectualidad es en sí misma un modo de exageración y destruye la armonía de cualquier faz."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(<em>El retrato de Dorian Gray</em>, Oscar Wilde)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115503974717143702?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1154002638529169722006-07-27T08:52:00.000-03:002006-08-08T10:07:51.170-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/vermeer2.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/vermeer2.2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"><strong>VERMEER </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">"Y la voz fantasma volvió en efecto a penetrar su ser haciéndola temblar hasta la médula:<em> ¡Oh, ven otra vez, mi corazón! ¡Mi corazón de jade!" </em></span></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(<em>El corazón de pi</em></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>edra verde, </em>Salvador de Madariaga)</span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115400263852916972?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1152796746363592272006-07-13T09:41:00.000-03:002006-07-13T10:23:41.293-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Gitana.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Gitana.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em> </em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;">COROT</span><br /><em></em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>La niña de las trenzas</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>que miraba de frente,</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><em>¿está en ti, noche negra?</em></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(García Lorca)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115279674636359227?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1151675140364535732006-06-30T09:42:00.000-03:002006-10-10T12:51:49.020-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Viola2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Viola2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>VIOLA</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Y línea sol,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>y valle de oso, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">y negro y </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">alma, </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">tajo,</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>niebla.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115167514036453573?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1150896610830234702006-06-21T10:07:00.000-03:002006-06-21T10:30:10.913-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/wiens.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/wiens.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"> <strong><span style="font-size:78%;">WIENS</span></strong><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-¿Puedo leerte algo?</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-Sí.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-"Los hombres, como las criaturas, sienten necesidad de juguetes, de apariencias. Algunas criaturas se aburren inmediatamente de los juguetes, porque los juguetes carecen de vida."</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-¿Qué te parece?</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-Sí, me pasa algo así. Ningún cuadro me sorprende.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-Aunque sea hermoso...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-No me cambia la vida.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-¿Y la voluntad de vivir?</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-Podría estar cinco años construyendo nuestra casa.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-Pero no acá.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"><strong>-No acá.</strong></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115089661083023470?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1150460715085104412006-06-16T09:20:00.000-03:002006-08-08T10:15:21.666-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Pibes.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Pibes.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.elinterpretador.net"><span style="font-family:courier new;">www.elinterpretador.net</span></a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;">Una maravilla...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115046071508510441?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1150204661417414472006-06-13T09:58:00.000-03:002006-06-13T10:25:56.886-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/mirror.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/mirror.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Ego:</span></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">no</span></strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Sowa2.jpg"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-115020466141741447?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1146751116917383892006-05-04T10:36:00.000-03:002006-05-04T10:58:37.046-03:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Arbol2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Arbol2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-Detrás tuyo hay una familia de gitanos.</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-¿Dónde?</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-Detrás tuyo. Una familia entera.</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-¿Detrás mío?</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-La madre, el padre y sus tres hijos. Dáte vuelta.</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-No quiero. </strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-¿Los oís?</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>-Sí, los oigo. Son fantasmas. </strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>- ...</strong></span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>- Ahora están detrás del tapiz.</strong></span></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114675111691738389?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1145461268065022512006-04-19T12:23:00.000-03:002006-06-13T10:31:19.116-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Dali2.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Dali2.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong> <span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;">DALÍ</span></span></strong></span><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Una recta cae. </span></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Los ejes se incorporan.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Caprichitos. </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Las curvas fantásticas son de carne y hueso.</span></strong> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114546126806502251?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1141743011816635292006-03-07T11:36:00.000-03:002006-03-07T11:50:11.850-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/bay2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/bay2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Ohh! Baby, baby! </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114174301181663529?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1141093304010622462006-02-27T23:14:00.000-03:002006-02-27T23:21:44.043-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/libro.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/libro.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">BUCHHOLZ</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>No, definitivamente, no son lo mismo.</strong> </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Prefiero accidentarme.</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114109330401062246?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1140827396904244412006-02-24T21:10:00.000-03:002006-02-24T21:29:56.970-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/luna.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>"La mujer raras veces ríe, pero cuando lo hace es como un volcán. Cuando la mujer ríe, lo mejor que puede hacer el hombre es largarse al sótano refugio contra ciclones. Nada quedará en pie ante la carcajada vaginal, ni siquiera el hormigón armado. Cuando se le despierta la capacidad de reír, la mujer puede superar en risa a la hiena o al chacal o al gato montés. De vez en cuando se la oye en una reunión de linchadores. Significa que se ha quitado la tapa, que todo vale. Significa que va a salir de caza…"</strong></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Henry Miller<em>, El ojo cosmológico</em></span><em> </em></div><div align="right"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114082739690424441?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1140182290046145772006-02-17T10:15:00.000-03:002006-02-24T21:30:50.126-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/sheep.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/sheep.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Qué película de cartón que me encantó!</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114018229004614577?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1140011980797766002006-02-15T10:38:00.000-03:002006-02-15T11:16:14.680-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/caligrafia.2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="79" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/caligrafia.2.jpg" width="81" border="0" /> <p align="right"></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">-¿Te molesta que no escriba?</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-...</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Porque a vos te enamora la gente que escribe.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Me fascina que no escribas.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-...</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Vos pensás en chino...o en japonés.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-...</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Pensás en imágenes.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Te puedo regalar un libro lleno de silencio.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Sí.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Todo mi silencio para vos. </span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">-Sí. Toda tu delicadeza.</span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-114001198079776600?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1139836301714377862006-02-13T10:02:00.000-03:002006-02-13T10:11:41.733-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/fractal2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/fractal2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">Sensualidad que no. Que sí. Que no. Que no qué: sí.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">Sensualidad sí.</span></strong><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Wiensriver.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Wiensriver.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113983630171437786?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1139575533556019512006-02-10T09:38:00.000-03:002006-02-14T11:43:31.743-03:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">Mis zapatines:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/050206%20041%20(2).0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/050206%20041%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">:tus</span><span style="font-family:courier new;"> zapatines.</span></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/050206%20077%20(2).0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/050206%20077%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><strong>¿Bailamos?</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"></span></strong></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113957553355601951?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1139496889609545692006-02-09T11:42:00.000-03:002006-02-09T11:54:49.676-03:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"><em><strong>"Cheever deja claro que la complacencia es imposible y, de todos modos, indeseable. Tratar de lograr un entorno totalmente seguro -café sin cafeína, guerra sin matanzas, sexo sin contacto- sólo sirve para despreciar la vida. Un mundo en el que la gente no sabe morir es un mundo en el que la gente no sabe vivir. ¿Qué nos queda, a parte de la pasión y sus vicisitudes?"</strong></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Hanif Kureishi<em>, Mi oído en su corazón</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113949688960954569?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1138801776040212822006-02-01T10:35:00.000-03:002006-02-01T10:49:36.086-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/dali.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/dali.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#999999;"> <strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">DALÍ</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Ponemos siete sombras en las piedras,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">plegamos mariposas blancamente,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">decimos "geometría" entre latidos, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> miramos </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">todo el oro,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">todo el oro,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">todo el oro...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113880177604021282?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1136987812244196602006-01-11T10:34:00.000-03:002006-01-11T10:56:52.316-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/fachet.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/fachet.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">FACHET</span></strong></span></span></div><span style="color:#339999;"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;">Puedo ubicar en el desierto la flor roja: </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;">camino:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">los huesos de hiena subterránea</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"> tronando en mis pies.</span><br /></div></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113698781224419660?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1135867922265203162005-12-29T11:39:00.000-03:002005-12-29T11:52:02.343-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/kimono2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/kimono2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">¿Qué pasa con tu traje: tu vestido: el tren? </span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Pasa que pasa, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y el rastro es invisible.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">Que tengas un buen viaje.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113586792226520316?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1135610860380814642005-12-26T11:54:00.000-03:002005-12-26T12:27:40.446-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Hokusai.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Hokusai.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;">HOKUSAI</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong>La espuma de tu amor rompió la balsa! Hundidos los pulmones: la piel vuelta</strong></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong> filete, las piernas una cola y los dos ojos: perlitas.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Pero allá en el monte sigue nevando. Sigue la tierra. Sin mareas.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(a las hijas)</span></div><div align="right"><strong></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113561086038081464?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1135009083053207002005-12-19T12:15:00.000-03:002005-12-19T13:18:03.196-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/raymes.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/raymes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"> "Temprano al día siguiente abrió con seriedad y lentitud el álbum de fotografías. Ahí estaban parientes con el sombrero enterrado en la frente, los ojos hondos y oscuros, las poses afectadas, tan difíciles. Y nuevamente el ridículo la enternecía, la hacía caer en un sentimiento confuso y dulce que siempre fuera quizás el más fuerte de su vida. Es necesario no tener verguenza de que te guste la familia -esa era la sensación inexplicable-."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(Clarice Lispector, nuevamente)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113500908305320700?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1134561640315022072005-12-14T08:54:00.000-03:002005-12-14T09:15:35.436-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/volveralainfancia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/volveralainfancia.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;">TE EXTRAÑO MUCHO</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;">Cami</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113456164031502207?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1134479927087742192005-12-13T10:06:00.000-03:002005-12-13T10:18:47.110-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/samotracia2.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/samotracia2.0.jpg" width="256" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Mi entrada en materia es dura. Hubiera podido evitarla y seguir siendo "verosímil". Me convenían los rodeos. Pero así es, no hay rodeos para comenzar. Continúo...es cada vez más duro...)</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Georges Bataille, <em>Madame Edwarda</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113447992708774219?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1133877680430284642005-12-06T10:39:00.000-03:002005-12-06T11:01:20.770-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Jirafas.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Jirafas.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"> <strong><span style="font-size:78%;">LENA HERZOG</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Un exotismo desaforado </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">hasta altas horas de la noche: y el texto necesario no alcanza a ver la luz.</span></strong></div><p><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"></span></strong> </p><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113387768043028464?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1133268400060966852005-11-29T09:39:00.000-03:002005-11-29T09:46:40.080-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Lolo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Lolo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>ÁRBOL : AMOR : ANARQUÍA : ANDRÉS</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113326840006096685?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1133187671368535822005-11-28T11:00:00.000-03:002005-11-28T11:21:12.773-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Seba.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Seba.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#006600;">SEBA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Sobre las cuerdas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">estampo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">las alas verdes que habré</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">de coserme que habré</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">de incendiarme</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">cuando ya: no tenga lengua</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113318767136853582?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1132161301849221612005-11-16T14:01:00.000-03:002005-11-28T11:39:32.100-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>PRIMER ENCUENTRO </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>DE ESTUDIANTES DE LETRAS</strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Gotting.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Gotting.1.jpg" width="318" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;">24, 25 y 26 </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#666666;">de Noviembre 2005</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Facultad de Filosofía y Letras</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Universidad de Buenos Aires</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;">-Puán 480-</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#333399;">Cronograma</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://encuentroel2005.blogspot.com">http://encuentroel2005.blogspot.com</a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113216130184922161?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1131980816040103982005-11-14T11:24:00.000-03:002005-11-14T12:06:56.043-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/jardine2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/jardine2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"><strong>JARDINE</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Entre planos, rejas, árboles textuales:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">globos, cielos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">falta poco</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113198081604010398?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1131713667416812492005-11-11T09:45:00.000-03:002005-11-11T09:54:27.436-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/20Gacetilla-elinterpretador.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/20Gacetilla-elinterpretador.gif" width="87" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Para volver a oír, como en los tiempos</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;">del bardo...</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113171366741681249?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1131548380939859562005-11-09T11:38:00.000-03:002005-11-09T12:04:19.066-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/raymes2.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="311" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/raymes2.0.jpg" width="314" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">RAYMES</span> </span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>"Ellos miraban hacia adelante, el cuerpo agudizado,- había una amenaza de transición en el aire que se respiraba...el próximo instante traería un grito y perplejamente alguna cosa se quebraría, o la noche suave amansaría súbitamente aquella existencia excesiva, brutal y solitaria. Ellos caminaban rápidos. Había un perfume que dilataba el corazón."</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Clarice Lispector, <em>La araña</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113154838093985956?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1131452327992045942005-11-08T09:08:00.000-03:002005-11-08T09:58:09.246-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/wiens.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/wiens.0.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"><strong>WIENS</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>"Aquellas botellitas de perfume, aquellas botellitas color oro, color limón de oro, color perfume, aquellos porroncitos diminutos, aquél sándalo, aquella clavelina, esa violeta, pesaban como un higo, como un solo grano de uva, rojo y rosado y color oro, como un grano de uva roja y rosada y color oro aquellas botellitas increíbles. En torno a ellas reconstruyo la casa."</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Marosa Di Giorgio, <em>Papeles Salvajes I</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113145232799204594?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1130422303196217142005-10-27T10:58:00.000-03:002005-11-08T13:06:19.896-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Dali2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Dali2.jpg" width="354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"><strong>DALÍ </strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Silenciosas, vislumbrantes, amarillas.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Las mujeres del futuro.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113042230319621714?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1130246267660907592005-10-25T10:02:00.000-03:002005-11-09T08:59:55.333-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Flamenco2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Flamenco2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong> WILEY</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>¡Era ésto!</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">La luna en la pollera-nave, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">los brazos vueltos seda </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y en la frente,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">la espalda </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">invertebrada.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-113024626766090759?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1129729121644862292005-10-19T09:45:00.000-03:002005-10-19T10:38:41.676-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/barbier21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/barbier21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>De acuerdo con la música, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>las plantas a un tiempo los soles a un tiempo las bestias el agua los colores puros...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112972912164486229?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1129206712265277972005-10-13T09:25:00.000-03:002005-11-09T10:52:58.993-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/corot.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/corot.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;">CAMILLE COROT</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Avanzada la tarde, </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">todos aquellos textos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">significan menos </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">que mi pulover rojo.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112920671226527797?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1128690150434539182005-10-07T09:45:00.000-03:002005-10-07T10:06:07.070-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/barbier11.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/barbier11.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"...y le habla, jugando a disfrazar sus palabras, de esta prisión donde le van a encerrar, pues no hay amigo que no conozca de amor el cautiverio, y ella piensa que tiene derecho a reivindicar esta cárcel, fuera de la cual no hay amigo."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>Yvain, El Caballero del León, </em>Chrétien de Troyes</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112869015043453918?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1128603012305178632005-10-06T09:26:00.000-03:002005-10-06T09:50:12.313-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/geisha21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/geisha21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"-¿Por qué en la Ópera de Beijing utilizan hombres para representar papeles femeninos?</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">-Son los resabios autoritarios de una cultura patriarcal y burguesa que...</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">-No. Utilizan hombres porque sólo un hombre sabe cómo es que debe comportarse una mujer."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><em>M. Butterfly</em>, de David Cronenberg </span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112860301230517863?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1128453511093713962005-10-04T16:03:00.000-03:002005-10-04T16:26:48.340-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/mosaico.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/mosaico.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Suspendió el juicio y </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">allá:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">se armó </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">un perfil</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">de piedritas.</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112845351109371396?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1127393527914392022005-09-22T09:43:00.000-03:002005-09-22T09:52:07.920-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/emperador1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/emperador1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Floto...floto...floto...floto...floto...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">y me quedo...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112739352791439202?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1127317069253083712005-09-21T12:05:00.001-03:002005-09-21T12:47:50.756-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/tunel.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/tunel.jpg" width="330" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> Un muro en primer plano a la derecha. El resto: la no historia. </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112731706925308371?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1127221237796546332005-09-20T09:44:00.000-03:002005-12-29T12:18:36.670-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/kyosai.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/kyosai.jpg" width="217" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">KYOSAI</span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/japonesa21.jpg"></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">El no cuadro. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">El no paisaje. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">El no palacio. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">La no pared al fondo.</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112722123779654633?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126881804676430632005-09-16T11:27:00.000-03:002005-09-16T11:43:24.680-03:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/vestiditos2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/vestiditos2.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Cuando una mujer vive sola su casa debe estar muy descuidada. La pared de barro debe estar cayéndose a pedazos, y si hay un estanque debe estar lleno de plantas acuáticas (...) Me desagrada la casa de una mujer sola cuando se nota que es hacendosa y pone cada cosa en su lugar y cierra bien la puerta."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Sei Shonagon<br /></div></strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112688180467643063?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126788172927196652005-09-15T09:21:00.000-03:002005-09-16T11:22:08.126-03:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/japoneses.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="292" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/japoneses.jpg" width="298" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">¿Por qué tuercen hacia el Este, si caminan hacia el Oeste? ¿Sopla el viento? ¿Se oye un trueno? ¿Primavera? </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Shhh...e</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">l rumbo los sostiene</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112678817292719665?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126704955294018632005-09-14T10:13:00.000-03:002005-09-14T11:34:46.086-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/K.%20Harris.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/K.%20Harris.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#330033;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">K. HARRIS</span></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#330033;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>prosaica: mente: inmóvil</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>el vuelo en</strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">uno</span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112670495529401863?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126619125252301822005-09-13T10:38:00.000-03:002005-09-13T10:52:19.943-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/abanico.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/abanico.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Es mirarse las unas: </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">a las otras </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">con inteligencia.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Comprender que el abanico </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">es nuestro. </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112661912525230182?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126533447501769772005-09-12T10:38:00.000-03:002005-09-12T11:08:49.090-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Caballito5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Caballito5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Abrir la imagen: entrar</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">al embarazo blanco y por amor a uno:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">flecharse,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">flecharse,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">flecharse:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112653344750176977?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126192471617675432005-09-08T12:04:00.000-03:002005-09-08T12:14:31.653-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Iluminacion.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Iluminacion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"...:ha nacido una mina. Es como un símbolo: el hombre enciclopédico <em>mina</em> la naturaleza entera de signos humanos; en el paisaje enciclopédico no se está nunca solo, en lo más crudo de los elementos hay siempre un <em>producto</em> fraternal del hombre: el objeto es la firma que pone el hombre sobre el mundo."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Roland Barthes, <em>Las láminas de la Enciclopedia</em></span></div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112619247161767543?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1126105023727691542005-09-07T11:35:00.000-03:002005-09-07T12:20:58.293-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Mandarin3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Mandarin3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">El dragón es </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">la amenaza del anochecer.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Si querés baile:</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">ponéte una túnica de gajos.</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112610502372769154?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1125927585749440562005-09-05T10:01:00.000-03:002005-09-08T12:27:00.056-03:00<div align="right"></div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/kimono.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/kimono.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Falta el cuerpo: afuera. Del tejido falta percha. Cortá la tela roja y encará una fiesta. Quemá la seda blanca y armá un viaje. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">O bailás. O estás clavada. O volás o. Estás desnuda. </span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Qué pasa con tu ropa: tu vestido: el tren.</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112592758574944056?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1125673262697825542005-09-02T11:53:00.000-03:002005-09-05T10:48:05.230-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/desert%20dreams.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/desert%20dreams.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>No hay noche </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>en que el hechizo diurno:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>perdure.<br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112567326269782554?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1125672701782340762005-09-02T11:23:00.001-03:002005-09-02T12:11:43.890-03:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Barcos.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Barcos.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Tao dice: </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">"No aspires a la erudición." Cierro el libro, apago la música. Me acuesto con los pies en la cabecera. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Fuera de cuadro: los</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"> sueños reanudan la invasión. </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112567270178234076?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1125491765756084952005-08-31T09:25:00.000-03:002005-08-31T09:49:13.976-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/arbolitos.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/arbolitos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Rojo1.jpg"></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>"Hachan, tiran, rompen, sacan, ponen y hacen ruido, indignándonos con sus proyectos sin sentido. Demolieron la manzana de al lado de la plaza para hacer un centro comercial tan grande y grasa.<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Sálvese quien pueda. Quien pueda que se salve."</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(Juana Molina)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112549176575608495?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1125407003732360402005-08-30T09:33:00.000-03:002005-08-31T08:56:06.046-03:00<div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/timelapse.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/timelapse.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Los barcos anteponen sus proas triangulares: los peces. Recortan sus caras triangulares: las flechas. Ventilan sus puntas triangulares: los templos. Se alzan en arcos triangulares: los hombres. Tensionan sus sexos triangulares: las mujeres. Guardan agua triangular en los pulmones.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112540700373236040?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1124805933506831562005-08-23T10:45:00.000-03:002005-08-30T11:02:38.993-03:00<div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/barco5.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/barco5.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">BEKEN OF COWES</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Este barco sepia. Esta foto antigua. Un trébol de cristal sobre un espacio crónico. </strong></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><strong>Vaya trip.</strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112480593350683156?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1124803778844592242005-08-23T10:03:00.000-03:002005-08-23T10:41:33.900-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/pez1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/pez1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Tengo un tatuaje cerebral en los ojos. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ya no duermo. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Necesito un farolito.</span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112480377884459224?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1124206981371946442005-08-16T12:23:00.000-03:002005-08-23T11:27:16.426-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Alice.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="47" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Alice.jpg" width="42" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/shining.jpg"></a></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Es violencia, la guita, cuando falta. Y entonces uno intuye que del otro lado del vidrio están los ruidos: la calle real. Esa vida adulta impostergable.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(en la oficina)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112420698137194644?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123858681399251752005-08-12T11:46:00.000-03:002005-08-12T12:22:22.106-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/circo%20de%20noche.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/circo%20de%20noche.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> <strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Un poco batracios, un poco fóbicos, un poco azules. Sabemos dialogar. Respondemos. Y esto es ancestral. Luna negra o luna blanca: lo abisal del encuentro.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(en la oficina)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112385868139925175?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123857840396291572005-08-12T11:23:00.000-03:002005-08-12T11:44:00.403-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/patrones.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/patrones.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/patrones.jpg"></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Curiosamente, las características del circuito, y las propiedaddes de las membranas celulares y de las sinapsis que se identifican en los circuitos de los vertebrados inferiores, aparecen entre los mamíferos sólo en los primates y en la especie humana."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Rodolfo Fogwill, <em>Vivir afuera</em></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112385784039629157?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123687633141850302005-08-10T12:17:00.000-03:002005-08-10T12:35:48.100-03:00<div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Tapiz.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Tapiz.jpg" width="243" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br />"Keep your electric eye on me babe. Put your ray gun to my head. Press your space face close to mine, love. Freak out in a moonage daydream. ¡Oh yeah!"</span></strong> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(David Bowie)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112368763314185030?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123516126306073162005-08-08T12:27:00.000-03:002005-08-08T12:55:57.476-03:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/verano%20interior.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/verano%20interior.jpg" width="283" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">EDWARD HOPPER</span></div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"></span><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Y uno se mira el cuerpo como anonadado. Tan natural. Tan distinto a las palabras y las voces que nos hacen dar la espalda y sollozar. Por boludeces.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">(en la oficina)</span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112351612630607316?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123159538953621372005-08-04T09:31:00.000-03:002005-08-04T09:48:43.540-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Cueva.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Cueva.jpg" width="406" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>Tres caballos en fila: tres </strong><strong>piedras.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Artefactos de sol</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">o</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">magia quieta.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112315953895362137?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123077905603451552005-08-03T10:48:00.000-03:002005-08-04T09:18:09.280-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Mujercita.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Mujercita.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> <span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#999999;">DIBUJO: CAMILA FLYNN</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"Los peces, que son mudos, están privados de luces proféticas. Relegados a una morada que los dioses odian, habitan allí donde se extingue toda razón y toda inteligencia." </span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Plutarco)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112307790560345155?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1123075872953264632005-08-03T09:49:00.000-03:002005-08-03T10:31:12.970-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Foto%20No2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Foto%20No2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"><strong>FOTO: CARLOS FLYNN</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;">La cara está pintada. El cuerpo se adelanta al espíritu. Veneno revienta: vida: revienta algo así como la guerra. </span></strong></span><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;">Amor: se trata de mí o de mí. E</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;">l triángulo es filoso: abre al ojo de la noche.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112307587295326463?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1122646147089817572005-07-29T11:01:00.000-03:002005-08-02T12:42:31.023-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Tarot.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Tarot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;">CONCIENCIA DE VERÁS</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Si esta carta fuera un saco de boxeo...juro que hoy la haría hablar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112264614708981757?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1122553568886864702005-07-28T09:23:00.000-03:002005-08-04T09:22:33.790-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Paisaje21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Paisaje21.jpg" width="288" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">"En todas partes mi lado es el izquierdo. Nací de ese lado."</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;">(Antonio Porchia)<em><br /></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112255356888686470?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1122298479340626532005-07-25T10:19:00.000-03:002005-08-03T11:44:28.713-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Klimt21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Klimt21.jpg" border="0" /></a><font color="#cc6600"><font face="courier new" size="1">GUSTAV KLIMT</font> </font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new" color="#cc6600"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="center"><font face="courier new" color="#cc6600"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="center"><strong><font face="Courier New">Los sueños dominan esta carta. El caballero no ha aprendido a dirigir su imaginación hacia el mundo. </font></strong><strong><font face="Courier New">Es preciso avanzar hacia una visión auténtica: e</font></strong><strong><font face="Courier New">l yelmo y los pies tienen alas, </font></strong><strong><font face="Courier New">y el caballo </font></strong><strong><font face="Courier New">es brioso en su lentitud. </font></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112229847934062653?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1122144637754765542005-07-23T15:46:00.000-03:002005-08-03T11:53:27.336-03:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/edward_hopper_sun22.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/edward_hopper_sun22.jpg" width="274" border="0" /></a><font face="courier new" color="#999900" size="1"><strong> EDWARD HOPPER</strong></font> </div><div align="right"><strong><font face="Courier New">Freddie Crugger estornuda su cerebro y a continuación desliza el bastidor de la única ventana que da al bosque. Inmóvil, erguido ante al sol como un alucinado, murmura para sí: </font></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><font face="Courier New"><em>"¿Lo ves? Mi cara es la cara de Narciso. Nunca soporté la indiferencia."</em></font></strong></div><div align="right"><font face="Courier New">(Mar Azul)</font> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112214463775476554?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1121729073808024272005-07-18T20:05:00.000-03:002005-08-03T11:31:41.200-03:00<div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/klee32.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/klee32.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"><strong><font face="courier new"></font></strong></div><p><strong><font face="Courier New"></font></strong></p><p><strong><font face="Courier New"></font></strong></p><div align="center"><font face="courier new" color="#ff6600" size="1"><strong>PAUL KLEE</strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong>Ayer, bajo la luna abierta,</strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong>un delfín disfrazado de hombre me salvó la vida.</strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="Courier New"><strong>Tenía el cuerpo espiralado y suave,</strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="Courier New"><strong>un cuadro líquido cubriéndole la espalda.</strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="Courier New">(Tandil)</font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112172907380802427?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1121462398733202952005-07-15T17:30:00.000-03:002005-08-03T11:34:51.566-03:00<p align="right"> </p><p align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Leonardo1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/Leonardo1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="center"><font face="courier new" size="1"><strong>LEONARDO DA VINCI</strong></font></div><div align="center"><strong><font face="Courier New"></font></strong> </div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong>"Vemos estas hermosas adaptaciones mutuas del modo más evidente en el pájaro carpintero y en el muérdago, y sólo un poco menos claramente en el más humilde parásito que se adhiere a los pelos de un cuadrúpedo o a las plumas de un ave; en la estructura del coleóptero que bucea en el agua, en la simiente plumosa, a la que transporta la más suave brisa; en una palabra, vemos hermosas adaptaciones dondequiera y en cada una de las partes del mundo orgánico."</strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="Courier New">Charles Darwin, <em>El origen de las especies</em></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier 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new"><strong></strong></font></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112146239873320295?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1121356981292862612005-07-14T12:49:00.000-03:002005-07-29T12:23:09.886-03:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/golden%20fish2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/golden%20fish2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Un pez dorado. Ciego.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Tan influenciable como un cerdo.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"><strong>Por lo estúpido.</strong></span><br /></div><p align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Klee1.jpg"></a></p><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /></div><p align="right"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Klee.jpg"></a></p><div align="right"><br /></div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/Klee.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112135698129286261?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14482984.post-1121347668606119612005-07-14T09:57:00.000-03:002005-08-03T11:36:36.796-03:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/1600/vermeer2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2004/1312/320/vermeer2.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><font face="courier new" size="1"> JUAN VERMEER</font></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong></strong></font></div><div align="right"><font face="courier new"><strong>"Fueron modelados el medioevo y la antigüedad y los tiempos de las grandes revoluciones, de modo que en ciertos momentos toda la máquina temblaba y había que rociarla con agua y envolverla en trapos mojados, para que no estallaran las lámparas que alumbraban los más importantes progresos de la civilización; esa clase de progreso, sobre todo reproducido con tanta rapidez, por poco destroza todas las piezas delicadas."</strong></font><br /></div><font face="courier new"></font><div align="right"><font face="courier new">Stanislaw Lem, </font><font face="courier new"><em>El electrobardo de Trurl</em></font></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14482984-112134766860611961?l=solbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06258082023832219628noreply@blogger.com5