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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Swgn9L9yo1I/AAAAAAAAAII/Ek4-vEwytuY/s320/DSC_0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406615284795745106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Swgn8-iR8hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/f-BhBGqvtTk/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Swgn8-iR8hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/f-BhBGqvtTk/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406615281190695442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN EL MES DEL VERANO FUNCIONES LANUSENSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABADO 12 Y 19 DE DICIEMBRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 HORAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSPICIA SUR TEATRAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINISTRO BRIN 3244- LANUS OESTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ESPERAMOS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-2598294680695234476?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.facebook.com/inbox/?ref=mb#/natalya.l.legarreta?ref=profile' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/2598294680695234476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=2598294680695234476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/2598294680695234476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/2598294680695234476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-libro-de-las-estaciones-segun-vane.html' title='el libro de las estaciones segun Vane Ley'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Swgn91a1LGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sC8DR8orYeQ/s72-c/DSC_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-1147037204245903655</id><published>2009-10-21T09:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:56:42.485-03:00</updated><title type='text'>la salita de marcos sastre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/St7-uEW-RfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F1EizcgHZ9g/s1600-h/100_2388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/St7-uEW-RfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F1EizcgHZ9g/s320/100_2388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395029471033968114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronto pronto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-1147037204245903655?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/1147037204245903655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=1147037204245903655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1147037204245903655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1147037204245903655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-salita-de-marcos-sastre.html' title='la salita de marcos sastre...'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/St7-uEW-RfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/F1EizcgHZ9g/s72-c/100_2388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-1438796857147590127</id><published>2009-09-25T15:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:04:24.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>en buena hora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0h3P3u-PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BkLIYqC9ezA/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0h3P3u-PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BkLIYqC9ezA/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385497962441799922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0deVecDDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zO1_KSzN_7g/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0deVecDDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zO1_KSzN_7g/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385493136403074098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0deCcRnfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ptUi7kJ_l0M/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0deCcRnfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ptUi7kJ_l0M/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385493131293728242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0ddtvareI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fFHGIQV3fng/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0ddtvareI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fFHGIQV3fng/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385493125736869346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0ddJuwRbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s2K7SUnZYp4/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0ddJuwRbI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/s2K7SUnZYp4/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385493116070413746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0dcme-AJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QTXudSxvqSw/s1600-h/DSC_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0dcme-AJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QTXudSxvqSw/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385493106608963730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buen momento para compartir estimulantes fotografias que la señorita vanesa ley a tenido la audacia de tomar a los inquietos novios de las estaciones. sabemos bien que no fue facil lograr dichas capturas debido a las incesantes manias de dispersion a las que la sala nos ha acostumbrado y porque no tambien un poco de nuestra organizacion discordante, pero las fotos han sido logradas y doy paso a que los gustosos interadictos deliten este suculento material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saludos y hasta mañana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-1438796857147590127?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/1438796857147590127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=1438796857147590127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1438796857147590127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1438796857147590127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-buena-hora.html' title='en buena hora...'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sr0h3P3u-PI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BkLIYqC9ezA/s72-c/DSC_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-4541986962129459035</id><published>2009-09-05T14:09:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:24:04.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimas'/><title type='text'>porque es necesario un fin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SqKdK3kG0XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wesAJH5DhTA/s1600-h/festi+569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SqKdK3kG0XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wesAJH5DhTA/s320/festi+569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378033715073438066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno hemos llegado a una meta experimental / ja!! / por ahora una picture para mantener la vivencia fresquita, y pronto novedades desde la dimension desconocida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cariños a todos los amigos generosos hasta las ultimas consecuencias. gracias por poner corazon y que la experiencia nos valga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-4541986962129459035?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/4541986962129459035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=4541986962129459035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/4541986962129459035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/4541986962129459035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/09/porque-es-necesario-un-fin.html' title='porque es necesario un fin...'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SqKdK3kG0XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wesAJH5DhTA/s72-c/festi+569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-7690794013830120424</id><published>2009-08-10T13:02:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:59:27.872-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reseñas'/><title type='text'>El escritor y sus mundos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SoBF7ifCpYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZxBaVotcYoc/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SoBF7ifCpYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZxBaVotcYoc/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368367644997232002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juan Di Loreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afuera la noche es fría. Adentro, un piano y un bajo, iluminados por dos pequeñas velas, cifran los momentos anímicos de los personajes de “Los novios de las estaciones”, la obra que dirige Natalia Lagarreta y que se presenta en el Espacio Pata de Ganso en el barrio del Abasto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vemos, en un principio, las imágenes de la quietud y el ensimismamiento de un joven escritor (Maximiliano García): está derrumbado sobre su máquina de escribir en su habitación rudimentaria. Allí, en su soledad, ensaya palabras, arroja lo escrito, piensa, enmudece y, luego, se refugia en los ejercicios del cuerpo para alejarse un poco de su encierro metafísico. El joven escritor, con su ropaje de principios del siglo XX, vive entre espectros y fulguraciones. Está solo y, en su soledad, lucha contra los fantasmas de la escritura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero ese aire poético (somnoliento y alejado de las noticias del mundo) en que trascurre la obra, se quiebra cuando llegan ellas. Amantes y compañeras, dulces y terribles, son las mujeres que rodean al escritor. Lo miman, lo seducen, le preparan una cena. Todos los vínculos se dan como en flashes. Con la rubia tímida y cálida (Ana Juarez), el azar los cruza en un balneario. Se miran y, quizás, se enamoran. Todo es candor, todo es platonismo. Pero con Martha Lynch (Sara Calla), no. Es una femme fatale, cuyas líneas del cuerpo marcan el campo de los deseos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Quiénes son esas mujeres? ¿Quién es ese hombre? Los ciclos de la vida entre los vaivenes, inevitables, de las estaciones. Todo se torna metafórico, si ya no lo era. El escritor vive entre mundos (¿qué mundos?); discurre entre esas mujeres, reales, imaginarias, fantasmas del pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El escritor se pierde, se lastima, sufre y, al fin, se encuentra en sus palabras, que ya son de ellas. Y vuelve (¿derrumbado?) a su soledad, a la máquina de escribir, al pequeño cuarto que es su mundo y el nuestro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.revistasiamesa.com.ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-7690794013830120424?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/7690794013830120424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=7690794013830120424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7690794013830120424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7690794013830120424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-escritor-y-sus-mundos.html' title='El escritor y sus mundos'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SoBF7ifCpYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZxBaVotcYoc/s72-c/DSC_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-8774027472872806086</id><published>2009-08-03T13:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:54:34.389-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Fotografías del enlace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVc5TYddI/AAAAAAAAAGw/96vRO1UF804/s1600-h/los+novios+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVc5TYddI/AAAAAAAAAGw/96vRO1UF804/s320/los+novios+30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365781067197871570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVcswNEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DCHbrJiwvys/s1600-h/los+novios+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVcswNEFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DCHbrJiwvys/s320/los+novios+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365781063829098578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVcbDsUjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wiAS_Tur8cs/s1600-h/los+novios+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVcbDsUjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wiAS_Tur8cs/s320/los+novios+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365781059079000626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por martín villagarcia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-8774027472872806086?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/8774027472872806086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=8774027472872806086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8774027472872806086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8774027472872806086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/08/fotografias-del-enlace.html' title='Fotografías del enlace.'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SncVc5TYddI/AAAAAAAAAGw/96vRO1UF804/s72-c/los+novios+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-9005325262037766274</id><published>2009-07-19T13:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:57:33.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reseñas'/><title type='text'>El Triangulo de Federico</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;      Triangle des Bermudes (http://waldokow.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;                  &lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Pero vamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s por parte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Las imprevisibles vueltas de la vida nos llevaron recientemente a una s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ala t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK0bUGHuLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tww8nlH9L4w/s1600-h/Pr%C3%A9vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK0bUGHuLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tww8nlH9L4w/s200/Pr%C3%A9vert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044887868160178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;eatral, Pata de Ganso, donde los jueves a las 21:30 hs. el grupo Teatro Mudable presenta “Los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; Novios de las Estaciones”, una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;obra basada en “La boda o las estaciones locas”, de Jacques Prévert, eminente poeta galo que vivió entre 1900 y 1977.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;¿Por qué “triangle”? Porque la pieza se v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e sostenida por un triángulo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;personajes: la Mujer o Señorita, interpretada por Ana Juárez, Marta Lynch, corporizada por Sara Calla, y el Joven, representado por Maximiliano García. Como en todo triángulo que se precie, el Joven se sentirá altern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ativamente atraído por la Señorita –de algún modo la dulzura más bucólica hecha carne- y por Marta Lynch –una sutil mezcla de sarcasmo, severidad y erotismo-. Pero la idea acá no es contar la obra, sino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK1f4QtXjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YDa4ewKBG9o/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK1f4QtXjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YDa4ewKBG9o/s200/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360046065807351346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;explicar el título que elegimos para hablar de ella.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nos queda, pues, el “Bermudes”. Huelgan aquí explicaciones: aunque probablemente ninguno de nosotros haya sobrevolado el famoso Triángulo de las Bermuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s, todos sabemos de qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é se trata. ¿Y qué tiene que ver esto con “Los Novios…”? Tiene, tiene:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Desde el momento en que uno se sienta en la butaca, experimenta un jubiloso extravío: entrar en “Los Novios de las Estaciones” es perderse en un paseo no tan alocado –ni tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;cuerdo, por cierto- como onírico. Si se pudiera hablar de una atmósfera predominante en la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sala teatral, sin duda sería ésta de ensoñación, sensación que se ve apuntalada por el eficaz trabajo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;de Hernán Esquivel y Alejandro Paz, quienes, en vivo, interpretan la música original que se encastra con la obra con tal precisión que cualquier relojero suizo podría enorgullecerse de ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK2QPU-fAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QCL1FuvhxdU/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK2QPU-fAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QCL1FuvhxdU/s200/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360046896632986626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Con libro y dirección de Natalia Legarreta, “Los Novios…” se centra en la atormentada situación del Joven, un escritor acosado en igual medida por bloqueos, sueños y deseos. Cual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;diablito y ángel, la invernal Marta Lynch y la cálida Señorita procurarán seducirlo no sólo en la vigilia sino también en el sueño. No debe pensarse, sin embargo, en una competencia entre las dos mujeres, si bien algunos contrapuntos entre ellas podrían sugerirlo. Tampoco, por ende, puede hablarse de ganadores o perdedores: se supone que hay una boda, es cierto, pero…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Con todo, la pieza se permite certeros momentos de liviandad que garantizan la sonrisa de la audiencia e incluso alguna carcajada de los más entusiastas. Tampoco falta el erotismo, sagazmente dosificado en breves pero electrizantes y sugerentes encuentros. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK2pbEzsVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ri0tUtG84oQ/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK2pbEzsVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ri0tUtG84oQ/s200/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360047329283125586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.4pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Volvemos al principio: si “Triangle des Bermudes” ha suscitado en usted la curiosidad necesaria para atreverse a salir de la ciudad (en sentido figurado: la sala queda en el Abasto) y perderse en un paisaje de ensueño que tal vez ni el mismo francés que dio el puntapié inicial de este asunto habría sido capaz de imaginar, ya sabe usted qué hacer. Si, en cambio, necesita usted más información antes de acometer la empresa, en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; encontrará más motivos para hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-9005325262037766274?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://waldokow.blogspot.com' title='El Triangulo de Federico'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/9005325262037766274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=9005325262037766274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/9005325262037766274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/9005325262037766274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-triangulo-de-federico.html' title='El Triangulo de Federico'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vA1l5ezWLCs/SmK0bUGHuLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tww8nlH9L4w/s72-c/Pr%C3%A9vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-5821228478179783544</id><published>2009-07-08T11:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:55:48.757-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tramas-trampas'/><title type='text'>el jueves feriado de chancho seguimos en pata de ganso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SlSpEiOZwDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8bCB06E6Vg4/s1600-h/DSC05731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SlSpEiOZwDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8bCB06E6Vg4/s320/DSC05731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356091752222146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un poco de prevencion y otro poco de teatro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La Asociación Argentina de Teatros Independientes (ARTEI), en virtud de las declaraciones de las autoridades sanitarias competentes en la materia que no obligan a suspender las actividades públicas, considera que las puertas de nuestros espacios pueden permanecer abiertas.&lt;br /&gt;La Asociación ha votado dejar en libertad de criterio a cada sala y espacio a tomar, en diálogo con los artistas y grupos que allí desarrollan actividades, las medidas que consideren necesarias en cuanto al cierre eventual de las mismas. De todos modos, y como lo hicimos oportunamente la semana próxima pasada, se sigue recomendando con énfasis tomar las medidas sanitarias y de prevención que son de público conocimiento y que están siendo difundidas por diversos medios de comunicación.&lt;br /&gt;Las características de las actividades que se realizan en nuestros teatros independientes, que en ninguna ocasión son de alcance masivo, no han sido señaladas hasta el momento como riesgosas para la población.&lt;br /&gt;De todas formas, se insiste en que cada espacio, en diálogo abierto con sus integrantes y con los colectivos artísticos que allí trabajan, tiene la potestad absoluta de cerrar sus puertas si lo considera necesario.&lt;br /&gt;Si las autoridades sanitarias disponen el cierre de los espacios públicos de características como los teatros independientes, lo cual hasta el día de la fecha no ha ocurrido, acataremos de inmediato las disposiciones que dichas autoridades indiquen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-5821228478179783544?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/5821228478179783544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=5821228478179783544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/5821228478179783544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/5821228478179783544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-jueves-feriado-de-chancho-seguimos.html' title='el jueves feriado de chancho seguimos en pata de ganso.'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SlSpEiOZwDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8bCB06E6Vg4/s72-c/DSC05731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-4641483819351354156</id><published>2009-06-27T20:34:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:32:29.304-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimas'/><title type='text'>los novios cumple mes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SkattakAXEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KoeQjROIdzg/s1600-h/100_1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SkattakAXEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KoeQjROIdzg/s320/100_1246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352156202912472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La magia continúa, dispuestos los integrantes presumen sus puestos y directo accionan con lo puesto.&lt;br /&gt;La gracia de su danza acompaña este invierno, y en julio seguimos en proscenio.&lt;br /&gt;Besus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-4641483819351354156?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/4641483819351354156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=4641483819351354156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/4641483819351354156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/4641483819351354156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/06/los-novios-cumple-mes.html' title='los novios cumple mes!'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SkattakAXEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KoeQjROIdzg/s72-c/100_1246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-503743946877769020</id><published>2009-06-18T16:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:28:26.075-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reseñas'/><title type='text'>Prensa Zona Norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Por &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Fernando Maral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una obra metafórica y poética, poco frecuente en éstas épocas teatrales y por ende muy interesante. Un muy cuidado espacio escénico y la acertada dirección de la misma Natalia Legarreta conforman un espectáculo llamativo, para público no convencional, que se atreve a imaginar más allá de lo sugerido (que es mucho).&lt;br /&gt;Muy buen acting escénico de Sara Calla, acompañada de Ana Juárez (a propósito, es muy atractiva la primera escena donde ella desarrolla, tras un traje de bañista, miradas con el protagonista masculino) y es ahí donde reside la debilidad de la obra en su realización.&lt;br /&gt;Para un protagonista absoluto (el escritor que sueña, duerme, está en penumbras, en vigilia, etc., con sus fantasmas) se necesita un desarrollo corporal muy bueno y este actor lo tiene pero vocalmente no logra sostener las situaciones y la obra va decayendo porque pierde profundidad en el planteo y, por ende, interés. No va creciendo.&lt;br /&gt;No importa; "se hace camino al actuar".&lt;br /&gt;Recomendable, vaya.&lt;br /&gt;Buena propuesta y sorpresa agradable, especialmente por lo dicho al principio del comentario. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-503743946877769020?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/503743946877769020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=503743946877769020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/503743946877769020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sj0XsXF6KrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t68T0Wvxw1o/s1600-h/afichemail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/Sj0XsXF6KrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t68T0Wvxw1o/s320/afichemail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457983266499250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;oy salimos con nuestra tercera función, las semanas corren como marea tormentosa y el cielo es celeste, nos gusta esto que hacemos, amor y corazón no falta, empiezan a pasar las turbulencias del estreno y lo que nos queda es el ánimo de lo creado y el deseo realizado se transforma a diario en desafío: en búsqueda y crecimiento, contentos y agradecidos a todos los que nos están haciendo el aguante, a los amigos muchos y cariñosos, a los que se sienten inquietados por la propuesta, a todos, los esperamos a compartir nuestras jornadas, seguimos junio y julio en el teatro, haciendo teatro, haciendo vivir nuestros corazones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cariñosos de niñas densas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-2007088969495215636?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/2007088969495215636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=2007088969495215636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/2007088969495215636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-3869154095041533359</id><published>2009-04-27T14:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:25:18.796-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>imágenes de una boda anunciada.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SfXwWBs6gjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MvaOi2JYnZU/s1600-h/el+brindis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SfXwWBs6gjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MvaOi2JYnZU/s320/el+brindis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329429995267457586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenemos fecha de estreno! jeeeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los esperaremos a todos los concurrentes animosos para compartir nuestras funciones....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a partir del 4 de junio en Pata de Ganso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-3869154095041533359?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/3869154095041533359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=3869154095041533359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3869154095041533359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3869154095041533359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagenes-de-una-boda-anunciada.html' title='imágenes de una boda anunciada.....'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SfXwWBs6gjI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MvaOi2JYnZU/s72-c/el+brindis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-7918456272538862794</id><published>2009-03-20T15:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:26:37.664-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tramas-trampas'/><title type='text'>20 de Marzo comienzo del otoño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/ScPfYVsvDAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kOwiLcGuuOg/s1600-h/9967.+entonces+sus+pensamientos+vest%C3%ADan+de+oto%C3%B1o...el+oto%C3%B1o+cubri%C3%B3+sus+pensamientos+de+hojas+secas....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/ScPfYVsvDAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kOwiLcGuuOg/s320/9967.+entonces+sus+pensamientos+vest%C3%ADan+de+oto%C3%B1o...el+oto%C3%B1o+cubri%C3%B3+sus+pensamientos+de+hojas+secas....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315337594461948930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... entonces sus pensamientos vestían de otoño...el otoño cubrió sus pensamientos de hojas secas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otoño austral comenzó este año un día antes de lo previsto, y será más cálido y menos lluvioso que lo acostumbrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al producirse los equinoccios de otoño y primavera, la duración del día y la noche se equiparan, para luego comenzar a acortarse o a alargarse, según el caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las efemérides astronómicas del próximo medio siglo marcan que el otoño nunca comenzará el 21 de marzo, sino el 20; y también, que en 2044 y 2048, se adelantará aún más, ya que empezará el 19 de marzo, debido al fenómeno de la precesión de los equinoccios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las estaciones no comienzan en fechas fijas ni duran todos los años lo mismo, debido a la inclinación de la Tierra y a que no hay un ajuste perfecto entre el almanaque y el camino del Sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-7918456272538862794?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/7918456272538862794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=7918456272538862794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7918456272538862794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7918456272538862794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-de-marzo-comienzo-del-otono.html' title='20 de Marzo comienzo del otoño'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/ScPfYVsvDAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kOwiLcGuuOg/s72-c/9967.+entonces+sus+pensamientos+vest%C3%ADan+de+oto%C3%B1o...el+oto%C3%B1o+cubri%C3%B3+sus+pensamientos+de+hojas+secas....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-8289751971249395213</id><published>2009-03-12T11:01:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:53:19.610-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tramas-trampas'/><title type='text'>La luna de la larga noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SbkIdkK1roI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oi5TToqm9aA/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SbkIdkK1roI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oi5TToqm9aA/s320/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312286539478576770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joven escribe, sueña, escribe, camina, corre, come, Mujer lo acompaña, Joven entre sueño y vigilia, escribe, sueña, duerme, las dulces bodas de un sueño de las estaciones, las furiosas tormentas de las estaciones. Señorita preciosa, Joven guapo, el sol caliente. El encierro dentro en la penumbra, el silencio, las teclas de una maquina discordante, el entorno armonioso a las músicas sensuales de la pasión. Marta Lynch espera, retiene su respiración; en la humeante dimensión del deseo, exhala, detiene, corrompe. Las hojas prematuras de la melancolía se precipitan, enamoradas del canto y de la buena música, sin embargo, las mañanas de las vísperas nupciales se atragantan.&lt;br /&gt;Mujer y Joven conviven, conllevan, deambulan.&lt;br /&gt;La rutina de un funeral anunciado chilla desde el oscuro encierro, el festejo programado aglutina las felicidades del amante.&lt;br /&gt;Joven escribe, despierta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-8289751971249395213?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/8289751971249395213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=8289751971249395213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8289751971249395213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8289751971249395213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-luna-de-la-larga-noche.html' title='La luna de la larga noche'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SbkIdkK1roI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oi5TToqm9aA/s72-c/DSC00658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-3194948437559805421</id><published>2009-02-17T11:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:59:12.801-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimas'/><title type='text'>hay pruebas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SZrANhvwqHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jmh2MakyIZU/s1600-h/traje+de+espalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303762849811703922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SZrANhvwqHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jmh2MakyIZU/s320/traje+de+espalda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queridos queridos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proximo jueves nos juntamos para darle rumbo a esta compañia mudable, que por cierto necesita un lugar para alojar sus materiales y cuerpos teatrales, el espiritu nos acompaña en todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proyecto demo-vidriera en marcha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por donde andas denise???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;von voyage and arrivederchi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: proximamente trailerrrrrrr....(paciencia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-3194948437559805421?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/3194948437559805421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=3194948437559805421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3194948437559805421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3194948437559805421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/02/hay-pruebas.html' title='hay pruebas...'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SZrANhvwqHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Jmh2MakyIZU/s72-c/traje+de+espalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-129578321547877501</id><published>2009-02-09T10:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:59:35.402-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tramas-trampas'/><title type='text'>arroz con leche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SZAhsHLq6KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SypuJYy2iz0/s1600-h/el+almuerzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300773803141032098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SZAhsHLq6KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SypuJYy2iz0/s320/el+almuerzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me quiero casar&lt;br /&gt;con una señorita&lt;br /&gt;que sepa bordar&lt;br /&gt;que sepa bailar&lt;br /&gt;que sepa abrir&lt;br /&gt;la puerta&lt;br /&gt;para ir a jugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-129578321547877501?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/129578321547877501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=129578321547877501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/129578321547877501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/129578321547877501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2009/02/arroz-con-leche.html' title='arroz con leche...'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SZAhsHLq6KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SypuJYy2iz0/s72-c/el+almuerzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-8516768533130741598</id><published>2008-12-19T14:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:34:55.533-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>felices navidades</title><content type='html'>queridisimas y o densitas densitos&lt;br /&gt;les mando unas felicidades&lt;br /&gt;convaleciente esperando la liberacion&lt;br /&gt;en la cama añorando ver el video&lt;br /&gt;me entretengo al compas del tango&lt;br /&gt;en visperas de alguna revolucion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwfZyQeinTI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwfZyQeinTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: que no falte el amor, por algunos finales, si felices. (el 26 en boedo llevamos lo que papa noel nos permita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besoss&lt;br /&gt;nat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-8516768533130741598?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/8516768533130741598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=8516768533130741598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8516768533130741598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8516768533130741598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/12/felices-navidades.html' title='felices navidades'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-3399831587139194635</id><published>2008-12-13T12:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:02:33.460-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intimas'/><title type='text'>y llego el día...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SUPRJJgS3fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZYHGk-dsHgw/s1600-h/Brigitte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279293143308754418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SUPRJJgS3fI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ZYHGk-dsHgw/s320/Brigitte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La celebración, la comunión, el trabajo, el esfuerzo, los nervios, las dudas, estarán hoy circulando en nuestros cuerpos, propongo rendirse, dejemos nos tomar por el propio combustible, que no escasea y nos hace arrastrar la carreta, el amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab 13 filmacións de la obra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que no se quemen más luces que se luzcan los quemados&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-3399831587139194635?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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kilmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumbo centenario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...y comieron perdizes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-6214920632972119380?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/6214920632972119380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=6214920632972119380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/6214920632972119380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/6214920632972119380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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noviembre, actores y musica, la escenografia se hace rogar, la luz: de dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;saluts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-8573581581370363960?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/8573581581370363960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=8573581581370363960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/8573581581370363960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citas'/><title type='text'>Marta Lynch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SP-zWPRTILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/brygTnnuFd4/s1600-h/11-munch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260120084429611186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SP-zWPRTILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/brygTnnuFd4/s320/11-munch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Puta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Osa entrar detrás mío en esas puertas rechinantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donde basta la clavija ardiente de una mirada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La gruta morena con el perfume del volcán&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te espera entre mis piernas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo soy la comulgante de los pelos negros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La mirada inhumana los soles embrutecidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo he atravesado veinte veces el mar bajo un hombre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El suelo resbaladizo del mar y el azul y las aguas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu miembro de luz mis globos de dolor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y el ojo dormido sobre una boca decorada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esos son mis placeres mis vientos mi desesperación&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Una sombra te retiene el universo te sostiene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nosotros dos espantados en uno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aparecemos una vez sobre la eternidad negra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PIERRE JEAN JOUVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Estoy deseosa de verlas... hasta el jueves. Sara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-3373031483550637738?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/3373031483550637738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=3373031483550637738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3373031483550637738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3373031483550637738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/10/marta-lynch.html' title='Marta Lynch'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SP-zWPRTILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/brygTnnuFd4/s72-c/11-munch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-3931277385349701627</id><published>2008-10-21T01:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:06:51.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Joven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SP1I9oCXW5I/AAAAAAAAADs/ydklAAV4vDA/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SP1I9oCXW5I/AAAAAAAAADs/ydklAAV4vDA/s320/P1010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259440163395165074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Un hombre adulto, Joven, es raptado por sus sueños, los días y las noches comienzan a confundirse para él. Se presenta entre el sueño y la vigilia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En El afán&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de su rutina, intenta transportar las imágenes soñadas a su maquina de escribir, proyectando su próxima obra.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Su mujer lo acompaña extrañadamente en el transcurrir de los días y las noches. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las escenas representan historias de su simbólica experiencia, y fracciones de su cotidianidad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;En&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sus sueños asistimos al desdoblamiento del personaje en donde se recrean &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;las locas estaciones&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;los&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;personajes del sueño conviven por medio de la imaginación del joven soñante, causando diversas situaciones. En sus sueños&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;figuras femeninas devienen de su maquinal desarrollo inconsciente; subyugando y atormentando sus emociones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"  style="font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;El joven adquiere un personalidad fuerte es un bañero apuesto y viril. Su mujer toma la apariencia de una mujer inocente, sensual, cautivadora, ideal en sus fantasías; otra  mujer surge, desde los artilugios de su mente, sexual y maternal al mismo tiempo. Ellas lo  acompañan en su revelación. En el transcurso de sus aventuras y desventuras observamos las convenciones y contradicciones por las que cotidianamente es acechado. La enredada maraña de sentimientos que manifiesta un corazón enamorado y atrapado por su propia ilusión.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-3931277385349701627?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/3931277385349701627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=3931277385349701627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3931277385349701627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3931277385349701627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-joven.html' title='El Joven'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SP1I9oCXW5I/AAAAAAAAADs/ydklAAV4vDA/s72-c/P1010092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-3277321943306177427</id><published>2008-10-16T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:48:50.749-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frutos'/><title type='text'>frutos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SPdxp5cGi3I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZzgyDIKdHJw/s1600-h/fut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SPdxp5cGi3I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZzgyDIKdHJw/s320/fut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257796054585609074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escena 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;señorita_ La jornada empieza bien temprano en esta época y es agotadora, pero es tan estimulante recoger los frutos maduros... ¿Podría sostener mi canasta? ¿Le gustaría probar una? ¿Le gusta? ¿Me ayudaría a recolectarlas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Frutas adivinas el deseo de quienes las van a probar, tienen más o menos azúcar, son más o menos ácidas de acuerdo a cada paladar. Cambian también de forma para agradar a las personas que las miran. La primavera es eterna en algunas regiones y hay ríos de leche, de miel y licores cuyo gusto es inmaterial como el de las flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( fragmento de " Fragmentos de un libro invisible de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SilvinaOcampo" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pd: Arrivederci compañerita Sarix, te tenemos cambiando las plumas, te esperamos pronto. besos Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-3277321943306177427?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/3277321943306177427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=3277321943306177427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3277321943306177427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/3277321943306177427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/10/frutos.html' title='frutos'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SPdxp5cGi3I/AAAAAAAAADc/ZzgyDIKdHJw/s72-c/fut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-601175248179493244</id><published>2008-10-09T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:19:03.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SO4QWqs-FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0KGNYGj-Mow/s1600-h/DSC04145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SO4QWqs-FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0KGNYGj-Mow/s320/DSC04145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255155796794021618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; "Yéndose porque es la costumbre el verano se cruzo con el otoño"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               La periferia: lo general a lo particular; modos de acercarse a lo expresivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               El vinculo y la puntualidad dentro de la estructura o contexto, surge el idioma;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               corazónn parlante, amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               Equilibrio de la totalidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               Ana palpita el azul caramelo, produce el color, repite naturaleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;               pd: tripodes y vestidos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-601175248179493244?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/601175248179493244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=601175248179493244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/601175248179493244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/601175248179493244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/10/brazil.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SO4QWqs-FvI/AAAAAAAAADM/0KGNYGj-Mow/s72-c/DSC04145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-7895530225512838896</id><published>2008-10-02T22:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:35:36.147-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oktubre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SOV2l6-NZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/4wZrcRxNOM8/s1600-h/carta-amor-cartomancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SOV2l6-NZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/4wZrcRxNOM8/s320/carta-amor-cartomancia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252734934254970562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;personajes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;joven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mujer-señorita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;marta lynch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;escena I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hogar- penumbra- ventana- día- despertador- salida- ingreso- escribe- sueño- horizonte- clima- sol- situacion- ingresa- tres acciones- tiempo- calor- ejercicios- mirada- tiempo- estrategia- dice- tiempo- contesta- accion estrategica- dice- contesta- invita- accede- conectan- vibran-dicen-intimos- cortan-playa- tormenta-lluvía-  tres acciones- salida-  caida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en un intento de abstractos sin fin, les deseo muy buen fin de semana, nos estamos viendo el martes a las 19 horas,  cerca de la naturaleza del centenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pd: "la palabra no es la cosa, sino un brillo por cuyo resplandor se la percibe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-7895530225512838896?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/7895530225512838896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=7895530225512838896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7895530225512838896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7895530225512838896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/10/oktubre.html' title='oktubre'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SOV2l6-NZsI/AAAAAAAAACg/4wZrcRxNOM8/s72-c/carta-amor-cartomancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-2993137386211357710</id><published>2008-09-24T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:12:19.971-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNpKWPxhHaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G6MVBMxiI_s/s1600-h/la+boda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNpKWPxhHaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G6MVBMxiI_s/s320/la+boda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249590061705534882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Ser&lt;/b&gt; observado de la manera mas despojada.&lt;br /&gt;Trascender la mirada, la idea, soy&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;personaje.&lt;br /&gt;Una honestidad expresiva.&lt;br /&gt;Disminuir mi interés por la mirada del otro, acrecentar el mundo de acción y sensibilidad, profundizo en un ser que ocurre de las acciones elegidas, sus actos.&lt;br /&gt;Causas y consecuencias.&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces soy observado.&lt;br /&gt;Un momento&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de extrema intimidad junto a mi creación.&lt;br /&gt;Dejo de eludir mi personaje, me sumerjo en el océano desconocido en el que nado, y creo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-2993137386211357710?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/2993137386211357710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=2993137386211357710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/2993137386211357710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/2993137386211357710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/ser-observado-de-la-manera-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNpKWPxhHaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/G6MVBMxiI_s/s72-c/la+boda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-5453438112571962379</id><published>2008-09-22T15:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:35:05.837-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La boda o las estaciones locas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNflPa8zJlI/AAAAAAAAABw/yFNurc_SOfs/s1600-h/wedding+medievasl.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNflPa8zJlI/AAAAAAAAABw/yFNurc_SOfs/s320/wedding+medievasl.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248915943818733138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Hay gente que danza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;sin entrar en trance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y hay otra que entr &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;en trance sin danzar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Este fenómeno se llama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;la Trascendencia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y en nuestras regiones &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;es muy apreciado."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;                        J.Prevert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-5453438112571962379?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/5453438112571962379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=5453438112571962379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/5453438112571962379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/5453438112571962379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-boda-o-las-estaciones-locas.html' title='La boda o las estaciones locas'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNflPa8zJlI/AAAAAAAAABw/yFNurc_SOfs/s72-c/wedding+medievasl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-471525002682664112</id><published>2008-09-22T15:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:00:24.343-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Citas'/><title type='text'>la boda o las estaciones locas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Hay gente que danza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;sin entrar en trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y hay otra que entra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;en trance sin danzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Este fenómeno se llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;la trascendencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y en nuestras regiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;es muy apreciado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;. Prevert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-471525002682664112?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/471525002682664112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=471525002682664112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/471525002682664112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/471525002682664112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-boda-o-las-estaciones-locas_22.html' title='la boda o las estaciones locas'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-1109825942785516755</id><published>2008-09-21T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:20:02.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niñas Densas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNbT9ziXQ7I/AAAAAAAAABo/LJoWUPhJ_Uo/s1600-h/mark_ryden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248615474506711986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNbT9ziXQ7I/AAAAAAAAABo/LJoWUPhJ_Uo/s320/mark_ryden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amores de una de las densas niñas del grupo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos vemos el jueves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-1109825942785516755?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/1109825942785516755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=1109825942785516755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1109825942785516755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1109825942785516755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/nias-densas.html' title='Niñas Densas'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SNbT9ziXQ7I/AAAAAAAAABo/LJoWUPhJ_Uo/s72-c/mark_ryden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-4118007761307842851</id><published>2008-09-16T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:08:11.444-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nombres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM_ZfAYcBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/mjgaA6E-WC4/s1600-h/boda+ositos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM_ZfAYcBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/mjgaA6E-WC4/s320/boda+ositos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651217611588658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puertas de una mente&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;En mi cabeza&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Crónica de un sueño&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Soñado&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Jacques, un faro&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Aventuras y desventuras de la luna de las largas noches&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Clark Morris&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Crack&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Rama&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Escafandra &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Polar en ecuador&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Poeta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Los novios&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-4118007761307842851?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/4118007761307842851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=4118007761307842851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/4118007761307842851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/4118007761307842851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/nombres.html' title='Nombres'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM_ZfAYcBDI/AAAAAAAAABg/mjgaA6E-WC4/s72-c/boda+ositos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-7855994802473373782</id><published>2008-09-15T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:38:31.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos de un laberinto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM5yiZhohmI/AAAAAAAAABY/IRKZ4qJCqvk/s1600-h/fragmentos+de+un+laberinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM5yiZhohmI/AAAAAAAAABY/IRKZ4qJCqvk/s320/fragmentos+de+un+laberinto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246256551226279522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esteban sintió ese extrañamiento inequívoco de los sueños: una pérdida de la identidad que no es explicada por ningún hecho o visión o revelación; extrañamiento desatado por una liberación de ínfimas partículas que estallan. Una liberación que no encierra una ruptura; apenas una distensión que precede a la perplejidad. Liberación de todos los discursos de la conciencia, que impide que ninguno sea apresado, dirigido. Todos los discursos de la conciencia liberados para clavar en la conciencia una sola certeza: toda pretensión, hasta la más mínima, puede exceder lo humano, y que en ese exceso se encuentra la pasión."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pichon, territorios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;nuevos encuentros...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;PROXIMO JUEVES 19 HORAS, MAHATMA GANDHI 325 (PUERTA AZUL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;¡AHI NOS VEMOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-7855994802473373782?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/7855994802473373782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=7855994802473373782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7855994802473373782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/7855994802473373782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/fragmentos-de-un-laberinto.html' title='Fragmentos de un laberinto'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM5yiZhohmI/AAAAAAAAABY/IRKZ4qJCqvk/s72-c/fragmentos+de+un+laberinto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775354279432201792.post-1392874012110766889</id><published>2008-09-14T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:42:46.314-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentos desordenados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM0-ysGAbRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ALkJWBQHzmE/s1600-h/4+estaciones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM0-ysGAbRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ALkJWBQHzmE/s320/4+estaciones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245918181507230994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;actor poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;el enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;en su mundo interno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¿abstracto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;La boda de las estaciones locas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;¡allá vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775354279432201792-1392874012110766889?l=losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/feeds/1392874012110766889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775354279432201792&amp;postID=1392874012110766889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1392874012110766889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775354279432201792/posts/default/1392874012110766889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losnoviosdelasestaciones.blogspot.com/2008/09/fragmentos-desordenados.html' title='Fragmentos desordenados'/><author><name>niñas densas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03447711667969732895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM1CKHa0k_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oZw3_DEAQ_I/S220/kantor1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rjP3e8ANwOk/SM0-ysGAbRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ALkJWBQHzmE/s72-c/4+estaciones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
