tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33840169467000280882024-03-12T19:25:57.411-07:00ENTRE LA IMAGINACIÓN Y LA REALIDAD"UNA VISIÓN DEL MUNDO DESDE EL HEMISFERIO DERECHO"RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-2109476198100686912010-12-26T07:20:00.000-08:002010-12-26T12:47:00.994-08:00El Sueño<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsZzduHrflCKely0sdkE4JGFXbrpHYwpUHu8cMjr7qa5Wg-_pMOz5YwdwsdW6DF7mGfjdAfX09PDdk6T7KMNiVM818pUYi2ON1hQEWIdWASL7OIeo8JRbsObSOnbCo_7BwDjVkXg7_A/s1600/DSC_0505.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555094872847286162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvsZzduHrflCKely0sdkE4JGFXbrpHYwpUHu8cMjr7qa5Wg-_pMOz5YwdwsdW6DF7mGfjdAfX09PDdk6T7KMNiVM818pUYi2ON1hQEWIdWASL7OIeo8JRbsObSOnbCo_7BwDjVkXg7_A/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>"Soñé que era una mariposa</div><div>y no supe al despertar </div><div>si era un hombre </div><div>que había soñado ser una mariposa </div><div>o una mariposa </div><div>que ahora soñaba ser un hombre."</div><br /><div></div><div>Herbert Allen Giles,</div><div><em>Chuang Tzu</em> (1889).</div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-20346724851258973642010-11-05T16:27:00.000-07:002010-11-05T16:47:25.707-07:00Cada loco con su tema<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvYWFYzQxWuM8t0wfgR3Te_8eSABiDg_Yeu3TCVgQ-pojsCsZ5W_FusA5xnbWh5rVNpwmA7QZeKyQy9o2psLj4AK2KtVkCseug10yzr2PuD6e6XJqtnQMNW33g5qi__aAD_xljnNTug/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536212483733912658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvYWFYzQxWuM8t0wfgR3Te_8eSABiDg_Yeu3TCVgQ-pojsCsZ5W_FusA5xnbWh5rVNpwmA7QZeKyQy9o2psLj4AK2KtVkCseug10yzr2PuD6e6XJqtnQMNW33g5qi__aAD_xljnNTug/s400/DSC_0387.JPG" /></a><br /><div>"Contra gustos no hay disputas,</div><div>cada uno es como es,</div><div>cada quién es cada cual,</div><div>y baja las escaleras como quiere."</div><div> </div><div><em>(J.M.Serrat.)</em></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-47034351740069017982010-10-06T09:28:00.001-07:002010-10-06T10:14:24.382-07:00La aventura del Hombre<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2lYUehmluhRCpqhc-_q5MufqFej19lekC0yHkR7GJa5lUTaY3fnVS3f44wHZn4k-8vIQYRHYckC8kvV3fdz9fc8lSTw7n9XJA6gkx3FmKiynGmztx2riHoVJJcDr-p1Lt7ILBFDoIA/s1600/DSC_0257.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524972394683060578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2lYUehmluhRCpqhc-_q5MufqFej19lekC0yHkR7GJa5lUTaY3fnVS3f44wHZn4k-8vIQYRHYckC8kvV3fdz9fc8lSTw7n9XJA6gkx3FmKiynGmztx2riHoVJJcDr-p1Lt7ILBFDoIA/s400/DSC_0257.JPG" /></a><br /><div>"Cuando muere el último ejemplar de una especie, sin dejar descendencia, la misma se extingue. Es el final de un largo viaje."</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>(2010 Año Internacional de la Biodiversidad)</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-75682214016006659392010-10-01T11:47:00.000-07:002010-10-01T11:57:32.937-07:00Recuerdos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0FRTUZjCDB5tuUf_dFddqRIzsHzV3O10QkErRB707Liohm7b4mNW39YYqMHBZih2a43eOaFbTEzqDZcZ_TuaDxg30NLe-fzXrkUnLok_ZW4dUf-CByBXMU_wSayT6eS5g8TtORpmsQ/s1600/DSC_0246+-+copia.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523151748980806226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0FRTUZjCDB5tuUf_dFddqRIzsHzV3O10QkErRB707Liohm7b4mNW39YYqMHBZih2a43eOaFbTEzqDZcZ_TuaDxg30NLe-fzXrkUnLok_ZW4dUf-CByBXMU_wSayT6eS5g8TtORpmsQ/s400/DSC_0246+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>"Moriré verdaderamente cuando el último que me recuerde muera"</div><div>(JLB)</div><div> </div><div>A mi tío Gustavo.</div><div> </div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-23525116179009058782010-09-28T17:47:00.000-07:002010-10-02T05:38:14.158-07:00Ubicuo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wIGRaIosFWRXflah994oWUV0dAX-f0IVp_g3EAytH-bAux6b9Crr-BAwPBOkwZohp8YQ6o6QObSjSwwOPAelTq5kCuZVnc3u1C6V7B8dwibxxINZK7VtAAQ9TZunLFkgNgOqjPwznA/s1600/DSC_0233%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523426955695356866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wIGRaIosFWRXflah994oWUV0dAX-f0IVp_g3EAytH-bAux6b9Crr-BAwPBOkwZohp8YQ6o6QObSjSwwOPAelTq5kCuZVnc3u1C6V7B8dwibxxINZK7VtAAQ9TZunLFkgNgOqjPwznA/s400/DSC_0233%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br />En el cuadro de Dalí.<br />En el monte de Calvario.<br />En el oro vaticano.<br />En una humilde pared.<br />En la mano sanadora.<br />En el puño del puñal.<br />En el cráneo talvez de un ave<br />o de un pez,<br />en la playa de Solís.RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-83202888702135304142010-09-17T15:06:00.000-07:002010-09-17T15:12:11.127-07:00Anatomía de la melancolía<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZ1WjWXrc8lnE5GGcuFBkmtYAgYSBTA5u9_nwx_0KmbGeo-6M_7OfWaOaAx6KlQoxRfki-gaUYM3oKB40AIPV8mqgstoGUVtZl6-RBcrcfVgumsRdentiB64fh3L5J6839Cd9yhjmrQ/s1600/CSC_0219.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518007773003342562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZ1WjWXrc8lnE5GGcuFBkmtYAgYSBTA5u9_nwx_0KmbGeo-6M_7OfWaOaAx6KlQoxRfki-gaUYM3oKB40AIPV8mqgstoGUVtZl6-RBcrcfVgumsRdentiB64fh3L5J6839Cd9yhjmrQ/s400/CSC_0219.JPG" /></a><br /><div>"By this art you may contemplate the variation of the 23 letters..."</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-38465452465033198002010-08-29T16:46:00.000-07:002010-09-07T12:17:01.891-07:00Remember your roots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTIFb_9hf_ncNviG9kB9X0LkDwewdT3gM54zibg4bMQ8m-5WgSrYnKAay5xdg-BkhOShqUtoSbvw9R66IRLvL5Xy2R1YwFtL5A9DRBnkoJjEQrU0ISojjBGKwFODqS1pB1m40W2eZsg/s1600/CSC_0204+copy+-+copia.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514252583089395442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTIFb_9hf_ncNviG9kB9X0LkDwewdT3gM54zibg4bMQ8m-5WgSrYnKAay5xdg-BkhOShqUtoSbvw9R66IRLvL5Xy2R1YwFtL5A9DRBnkoJjEQrU0ISojjBGKwFODqS1pB1m40W2eZsg/s400/CSC_0204+copy+-+copia.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div>No olvides tu naturaleza</div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-54705203025203361752010-08-26T15:06:00.000-07:002010-08-28T14:10:10.571-07:00La incontinencia del tiempo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOt3t6XfNA2OwWa61b7ZDVNGKn3-4a-7xQAO-tMVMpaLZYj3yDeB_aosH_WtmUQhmHfVCx22CO6hT-IPnNfh7ZI7GhTfj1IXhciqA4cZR9_m8tArxx4MA9N9fKHSXLSfY-fuywdDTT9Q/s1600/CSC_0175+-+copia%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 355px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509847891317114226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOt3t6XfNA2OwWa61b7ZDVNGKn3-4a-7xQAO-tMVMpaLZYj3yDeB_aosH_WtmUQhmHfVCx22CO6hT-IPnNfh7ZI7GhTfj1IXhciqA4cZR9_m8tArxx4MA9N9fKHSXLSfY-fuywdDTT9Q/s400/CSC_0175+-+copia%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Irreductible, indecente,</div><div>el tiempo fluye incesante</div><div>desde las entrañas del reloj.</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-50766282919632508962010-07-23T13:11:00.000-07:002010-07-28T13:33:38.479-07:00Spaghetti western<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_MruWxZ1u-fiBDxBGccfXEUlzJXUYNa-Up4BfyYZAjfeY0HwOQ_1gQu9MS_LQhsPPfHvksjmysfyv7tlfGQ4D1Bq2osdLZSUrwGEvpGQu6QG9hyphenhypheniSFgPCCBRapZV-ZTZpKEOdrNMwQ/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497201683551361986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_MruWxZ1u-fiBDxBGccfXEUlzJXUYNa-Up4BfyYZAjfeY0HwOQ_1gQu9MS_LQhsPPfHvksjmysfyv7tlfGQ4D1Bq2osdLZSUrwGEvpGQu6QG9hyphenhypheniSFgPCCBRapZV-ZTZpKEOdrNMwQ/s400/DSC_0072.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Lo bueno: el alimento</div><div>Lo malo: el hambre</div><div>Lo feo: que no haya final feliz</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-31478102950155040862010-07-19T03:26:00.000-07:002010-07-19T07:27:42.571-07:00Recuerdos del futuro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95OlMdkc23U7xAu-Zw7YywA7qpsm4MVZdnXmVz3LA57RcJqLs8jyKt1nrtJ1sQxqu2KuJ22brUJApgT7ccj4VFTqTJLsqpP7BfsuN0At7rtpsG8bzYiWK2teKNC3xuxFrbEOZVSmyMw/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495621554714933058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95OlMdkc23U7xAu-Zw7YywA7qpsm4MVZdnXmVz3LA57RcJqLs8jyKt1nrtJ1sQxqu2KuJ22brUJApgT7ccj4VFTqTJLsqpP7BfsuN0At7rtpsG8bzYiWK2teKNC3xuxFrbEOZVSmyMw/s400/DSC_0067.JPG" /></a><br /><div>"El presente es </div><div>ese vertiginoso instante </div><div>donde se encuentran </div><div>el futuro y el pasado"</div><div> </div><div>(Sudáfrica 2010)</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-21095461624648306672010-06-13T15:32:00.001-07:002010-06-13T15:54:01.859-07:00Cambio climático<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidURWY64X2F3-sd-VmwKMXaqrytTKyiUK5V6KJ1cWFdUXXj6GBH6AsoycfH0MVBLeIVntDNpiuCV0JoIWtnTTWWAF83bNnffZfU9YHDjYn2sWFUSkq-aB0Vv0kmgKvK8s3fzACbQ9oA/s1600/DSC_1164.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482395117273864146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidURWY64X2F3-sd-VmwKMXaqrytTKyiUK5V6KJ1cWFdUXXj6GBH6AsoycfH0MVBLeIVntDNpiuCV0JoIWtnTTWWAF83bNnffZfU9YHDjYn2sWFUSkq-aB0Vv0kmgKvK8s3fzACbQ9oA/s400/DSC_1164.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Adaptación:</div><div>¿viejo paradigma para un nuevo milenio?</div></div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-82601446694550509972010-06-02T17:50:00.000-07:002010-06-02T18:01:53.772-07:00Espejismo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiag_SP-tyxLN6Ss280Y4vgLuNsZiQOPIH-sbvM63SlrLDAY9dSlLS1Vvb30H06AIaf9zWapf4jOBrwjiaCpJw-JvjwZg65mTqUQX4Jadm1WhMx_j7vwNdSqyI-E4LDYWH7VT_yLLSjOA/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478346275155532786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiag_SP-tyxLN6Ss280Y4vgLuNsZiQOPIH-sbvM63SlrLDAY9dSlLS1Vvb30H06AIaf9zWapf4jOBrwjiaCpJw-JvjwZg65mTqUQX4Jadm1WhMx_j7vwNdSqyI-E4LDYWH7VT_yLLSjOA/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>Ilusión óptica producida por un caso extremo de refracción.</div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-82456590517966100442010-05-28T15:06:00.000-07:002010-05-28T15:34:07.213-07:00Los huevos de la mente<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkg36AC8UyH3MQYj29ih-iQg-4sNQa8fj9gZr5IVcnf4VBXmF9jNuhJELPSUSjpSFNwIjppwmAoXysGalc0jxumXGAf8473EOxR5i-voLKq1SdH3V8_lZapRNW0m8gJfr538eNQWU8wA/s1600/DSC_0434.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476446247440013858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkg36AC8UyH3MQYj29ih-iQg-4sNQa8fj9gZr5IVcnf4VBXmF9jNuhJELPSUSjpSFNwIjppwmAoXysGalc0jxumXGAf8473EOxR5i-voLKq1SdH3V8_lZapRNW0m8gJfr538eNQWU8wA/s400/DSC_0434.JPG" /></a> <div> </div><div>1</div><div>son los huevos de la mente</div><div>los espermados de los viernes</div><div>en los huecos</div><div>en cuanto rincón habitan</div><div></div><div>2</div><div>los huevos de la mente</div><div>almas que el cuerpo no valora</div><div>falanges marchitas</div><div>malditas por nacer</div><div>vaya uno a saber de que culpas</div><div>como sombras repetidas</div><div></div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06985860409796212881">alvaro</a></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-11719413043353645642010-05-17T08:07:00.000-07:002010-06-04T11:35:26.859-07:00La fruta prohibida<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtvyYj0ekv0aCjS5G33mDl1-rIKvVqqqThfRUMk0zDR4-fV4W9RCkCmZejJRQLecr4kx0_NLJ4osW7SQiUJbUTp5z9GHsPD2JuWlveJYS-owEOiaAraR9-MINojSTtxc1ZelPKKDU5Q/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472258001695700466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtvyYj0ekv0aCjS5G33mDl1-rIKvVqqqThfRUMk0zDR4-fV4W9RCkCmZejJRQLecr4kx0_NLJ4osW7SQiUJbUTp5z9GHsPD2JuWlveJYS-owEOiaAraR9-MINojSTtxc1ZelPKKDU5Q/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" /></a><br />¿Has comido del árbol de que yo te mandé no comieses?RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-31252948377069220712010-05-09T15:22:00.000-07:002010-05-09T15:31:00.216-07:00Limón<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6gCMxGQcM5OcM2wDtNlLhZXJVyEbtnBTJgkeNH4trfmgpFSRNnrWThLxvPj0ZCHdg6XNuxof9YV3xFh1Pi8bBjI2USuNsZoJiew4bfoPe-RuVAjIFJ0cb3EK6kTTxO3gQrmfipv1eg/s1600/Lim%C3%B3n.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD6gCMxGQcM5OcM2wDtNlLhZXJVyEbtnBTJgkeNH4trfmgpFSRNnrWThLxvPj0ZCHdg6XNuxof9YV3xFh1Pi8bBjI2USuNsZoJiew4bfoPe-RuVAjIFJ0cb3EK6kTTxO3gQrmfipv1eg/s400/Lim%C3%B3n.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469400771695522274" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Discriminación es la incapacidad de aceptar lo diferente.</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-13224439114959934572010-04-16T12:32:00.000-07:002010-06-04T14:00:40.499-07:00Un pequeño universo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHM097KB97vXZBHEzY-zGw4iWfeKiqxe1huQyHb7i7p7JlNpmBZzqgSBXQmZ2_9qtm8TOjbcusbKkadcvmHvkGvfarooVHaaLvb3oYtAPOVIMnMgeL9Ff73owV4jbrmCS9E3kMF_slQ/s1600/DSC_1114.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460821535768077474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHM097KB97vXZBHEzY-zGw4iWfeKiqxe1huQyHb7i7p7JlNpmBZzqgSBXQmZ2_9qtm8TOjbcusbKkadcvmHvkGvfarooVHaaLvb3oYtAPOVIMnMgeL9Ff73owV4jbrmCS9E3kMF_slQ/s400/DSC_1114.JPG" /></a><br /><br />"Para ver el mundo en un grano de arena,<br />Y el cielo en una flor silvestre,<br />Abarca el infinito en la palma de tu mano<br />Y la eternidad en una hora"<br /><br />(W. Blake)RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-34759132699794527052010-04-14T13:21:00.000-07:002010-04-14T16:14:25.486-07:00LLueve adentro<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAFCjj0yDxA2Ctp41XJoQnLsNWXaywGEU_xUAJKyYsrJEtczj1c4fPpdse3I4EIwY7MkkqD9hynHfWLEmV8FAsaRugEWvFSxJeSEo8ftxuL88nL6OOCvCx9n4v-PLIeQK2ijSstXPxw/s1600/DSC_1074+-+copia.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460094572914794002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAFCjj0yDxA2Ctp41XJoQnLsNWXaywGEU_xUAJKyYsrJEtczj1c4fPpdse3I4EIwY7MkkqD9hynHfWLEmV8FAsaRugEWvFSxJeSEo8ftxuL88nL6OOCvCx9n4v-PLIeQK2ijSstXPxw/s400/DSC_1074+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>La mojada tarde me trae la voz, la voz deseada, de mi padre que vuelve y que no ha muerto.</div><br /><div></div><div>(<em>Lluvia</em>, JLB)</div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-1967157608837324592010-04-11T18:27:00.000-07:002010-04-12T04:13:47.836-07:00Hilos de la misma trama<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpeojgqWL2JTVYL47n7Gc8sv8xKFigHL4TL1ylseAFByYLr6md4AAlrlDca5RwhzQ1G13L0gZYwcDgLIS05KhVTAO1keUk0nW5GOf4bslLDC-LDqGrKZVmpcSmJTwRaKpAm6ZxofRAg/s1600/DSC_1039.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459058134722567186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdpeojgqWL2JTVYL47n7Gc8sv8xKFigHL4TL1ylseAFByYLr6md4AAlrlDca5RwhzQ1G13L0gZYwcDgLIS05KhVTAO1keUk0nW5GOf4bslLDC-LDqGrKZVmpcSmJTwRaKpAm6ZxofRAg/s400/DSC_1039.JPG" /></a><br />"Quizá la nube sea no menos vana<br />que el hombre que la mira en la mañana".<br /><br />( <em>Nubes 2, JLB).</em>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-7266828937572399792009-12-28T14:22:00.000-08:002009-12-29T12:26:27.297-08:00Letra de tango<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZnoaZ4zghHbc0_dLzCcP6OarLnUC_tKOwveQ3FkVwlteK4hWl-Kd-2TjvrWHXA2GS2HKH8NJt1VCKUe0YxmHMoLI01ZkzG-o6lV4ynDBquPA3yOIY8-ZnJi-5JnYvNe9m7V_Pa62FA/s1600-h/Tango.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420427204693738034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZnoaZ4zghHbc0_dLzCcP6OarLnUC_tKOwveQ3FkVwlteK4hWl-Kd-2TjvrWHXA2GS2HKH8NJt1VCKUe0YxmHMoLI01ZkzG-o6lV4ynDBquPA3yOIY8-ZnJi-5JnYvNe9m7V_Pa62FA/s400/Tango.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div>"Primero hay que saber sufrir,<br />después amar, después partir<br />y al fin andar sin pensamientos.<br />Perfume de naranjo en flor,<br />promesas vanas de un amor<br />que se escaparon con el viento.<br />Después, ¿que importa del después?<br />Toda mi vida es el ayer<br />que me detiene en el pasado.<br />¡Eterna y vieja juventud,<br />que me ha dejado acobardado<br />como un pájaro sin luz!"<br /><em></em><br /><em>Naranjo en flor, 1944 </em>(fragmento)<br />Letra: Homero Expósito </div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-9995784382336803452009-12-18T05:32:00.000-08:002009-12-18T11:38:11.859-08:00La última mirada<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJReX2cyq_3yZnDbkyuX5GnCIOFvuB22sLDiG6Jn2goUQMr5fRowpg2vFJfI_FxJcUxEr65A6t2VFljOqAHcTH0I-qKJndUps7_MmcmGoD1-lWRX2OrMhog31pTd9_Kj7-KaXpIWgfg/s1600-h/Ojo.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416569054777628498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJReX2cyq_3yZnDbkyuX5GnCIOFvuB22sLDiG6Jn2goUQMr5fRowpg2vFJfI_FxJcUxEr65A6t2VFljOqAHcTH0I-qKJndUps7_MmcmGoD1-lWRX2OrMhog31pTd9_Kj7-KaXpIWgfg/s400/Ojo.JPG" /></a> "Ojo" dibujo de M.C.ESCHER<br /><br /><br />(abre aqui)<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k44pYVg0zrQ"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416572989996652946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3McA1wuC1CMhHK0XRlAHA6nlCcf-pMduzEFiTUs_M0V-WVjEhRzjXhyphenhyphen6FvhOB__pE8c_j6mpLWjuNzFoT6kBHDodveU6nn2LywM96ChqTY8mHTzpxmc7mHds0vSGB4jL02u9KoMIG0g/s400/defaultCA4THU2U.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><p></p>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-85045582073995055572009-12-14T11:33:00.000-08:002009-12-14T11:39:13.258-08:00Viajeros del tiempo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoUq8cKbnRZRjJ6wgqpq3aj5ceci2j2efWnWCEDQKF_o8K-RR2o_u5VJd4IW-a1MR9jvGrfv5ArOAIUUMpiYQuqVDpb0Qcvmyeqkcry033267U9OwmAdOvbK55vD43h65EQ4IrOdKcA/s1600-h/DSC_0852+-+copia.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 357px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415177694614338706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoUq8cKbnRZRjJ6wgqpq3aj5ceci2j2efWnWCEDQKF_o8K-RR2o_u5VJd4IW-a1MR9jvGrfv5ArOAIUUMpiYQuqVDpb0Qcvmyeqkcry033267U9OwmAdOvbK55vD43h65EQ4IrOdKcA/s400/DSC_0852+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Fuimos mañana,</div><div>somos hoy</div><div>y seremos ayer.</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-4815542463044234132009-11-30T15:07:00.000-08:002009-11-30T15:10:56.209-08:00El principio del tiempo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDImGN-mcwchj4wrFSuR6L1C445ZO996P9MtWKQBxAcCvQCNzJxnofde2lLsd3U6eEChqpXmxThVvIxCXjWcwlZNZsmbpr238vOd8ha4BWrY1kFXH1-IDbsW_SjZ9mqdefYILQujimEw/s1600/tiempo+013.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410037659737531058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDImGN-mcwchj4wrFSuR6L1C445ZO996P9MtWKQBxAcCvQCNzJxnofde2lLsd3U6eEChqpXmxThVvIxCXjWcwlZNZsmbpr238vOd8ha4BWrY1kFXH1-IDbsW_SjZ9mqdefYILQujimEw/s400/tiempo+013.jpg" /></a><br /><div>El primer instante fué hace 15.000 millones de años.</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-10308808681668597792009-11-28T16:28:00.000-08:002009-11-28T17:16:47.090-08:00Buscandome<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBMoSvt4iK5l4H4BCf0ByW67Op2PTgB6JFL6gm8XLFmgjC8m1MQP97uh65ZOdncqomE48xKupa_2qCSAvQysyyi51_PWtsiEmXtaCIq4o1o3pd1MAi83HhWeq_pHM4zNqdzoH5iXOJQ/s1600/DSC_0761+-+copia.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 345px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409328146586610690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGBMoSvt4iK5l4H4BCf0ByW67Op2PTgB6JFL6gm8XLFmgjC8m1MQP97uh65ZOdncqomE48xKupa_2qCSAvQysyyi51_PWtsiEmXtaCIq4o1o3pd1MAi83HhWeq_pHM4zNqdzoH5iXOJQ/s400/DSC_0761+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9-O1Vc6XizBxW_OmxB8PxgY8-EhgE8ZvX2FXFgTvuQHO6CCMlnngwZ1YB8wNei5x3BudeOQqgZRThKdWvOup-MPCYkgOEyhtNXSeRFdjvi_XxpOHezr4IpTeBmAzVRuC_FkNa2gjMpg/s1600/DSC_0761+-+copia.JPG"></a><br /><div>I'm looking for the face I had</div><div>Before the world was made.</div><div>(Yeats)</div></div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-6542244848630035422009-11-15T04:48:00.001-08:002009-11-15T05:00:05.813-08:00Another peg on the line<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4BS9qCwOaU3Zsa8ow2r_61NDG4lF0AUUqAf8yOYIN_UErgW0mlvxkHPVHj63HbLvp_zLq436xNR90VWIeNOc5oWK7l-46aYEJJXm-ieg6GAaXiarXfB85Sq1eAzGrXYEWBZYN_4BkA/s1600-h/DSC_0727.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404311773808348514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4BS9qCwOaU3Zsa8ow2r_61NDG4lF0AUUqAf8yOYIN_UErgW0mlvxkHPVHj63HbLvp_zLq436xNR90VWIeNOc5oWK7l-46aYEJJXm-ieg6GAaXiarXfB85Sq1eAzGrXYEWBZYN_4BkA/s400/DSC_0727.JPG" /></a><br /><div>We don't need no education</div><div>We don't need not thought control</div><div>No dark sarcasm in the classroom</div><div>Teachers leave them kids alone</div><div>Hey teachers leave us kids alone!</div><div> </div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384016946700028088.post-80530420991098533622009-11-13T16:26:00.000-08:002009-11-13T16:52:42.944-08:00Modelo para armar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCb6gfYo_hkblEbeWYnOw8GF165yls5H1dGDLLmuUkTivmWlBk39KSP9Zck0Z5wtMa_PRd_DHX1vqjF_ucPvb7l0pvFkz5GMxqfelVSfL4y1_bWYEOFBX-3OFssyjjTEc6fjJh5CSoLQ/s1600-h/DSC_0697+-+copia.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403749537693778610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCb6gfYo_hkblEbeWYnOw8GF165yls5H1dGDLLmuUkTivmWlBk39KSP9Zck0Z5wtMa_PRd_DHX1vqjF_ucPvb7l0pvFkz5GMxqfelVSfL4y1_bWYEOFBX-3OFssyjjTEc6fjJh5CSoLQ/s400/DSC_0697+-+copia.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Cada uno construye </div><div>su propia cruz</div>RALLCHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05731321468391719690noreply@blogger.com1