tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85430292322929046712024-03-13T13:35:42.221-07:00inanielClaudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.comBlogger289125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-92041618300727226582011-02-28T09:15:00.000-08:002011-02-28T09:17:39.345-08:00Indie Guerrille Filmaker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxeEpHJeOJ43VxLSp-cs4_MbWvpLM9JCTbpqRnewe0u_VnulYlUJKG_QbJA8we6Rz-LGsy2kGlhKSoPADKOFd2f5CBnldKAmoLdxVTbec9_z9RG8w7t5yborkx92WJHTYX-H3TzsIv90/s1600/puertas_grande.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmxeEpHJeOJ43VxLSp-cs4_MbWvpLM9JCTbpqRnewe0u_VnulYlUJKG_QbJA8we6Rz-LGsy2kGlhKSoPADKOFd2f5CBnldKAmoLdxVTbec9_z9RG8w7t5yborkx92WJHTYX-H3TzsIv90/s400/puertas_grande.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578790424243115698" /></a><br /><br />Pequeñas leyes para llevar adelante un proyecto sin demasiado presupuesto: <br /><br /><br />En dichos términos<br />es preferible<br /><br />Pedir disculpas que pedir permiso<br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-57076955622856878092011-02-27T19:33:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:35:52.070-08:00Somet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeMFRE-BNASN7rvxxskEUgrmRLbE50GONGInIO_PCFJVjl57TntfD-QueDsM65GpBNR6UfJcEZe-A7uI4oJzqY0obhWl4cMfXgpntfPVVGx5lCkjTFyOkVCxgXxjy0ct3dR-PYrM0wV8/s1600/183720_10150097252354775_318223834774_6485153_7931146_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQeMFRE-BNASN7rvxxskEUgrmRLbE50GONGInIO_PCFJVjl57TntfD-QueDsM65GpBNR6UfJcEZe-A7uI4oJzqY0obhWl4cMfXgpntfPVVGx5lCkjTFyOkVCxgXxjy0ct3dR-PYrM0wV8/s400/183720_10150097252354775_318223834774_6485153_7931146_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578609798766644034" /></a><br /><br />Algunas veces<br />y solo algunas, no vaya a ser cosa de justificarse<br />solo algunitas veces<br />si se piensa a la distancia y bien de lejitos<br />ahí fríamente<br />si<br />se puede decir que a veces<br />la angustia es el precio de ser uno mismo<br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-40675568096329402212011-02-22T19:28:00.000-08:002011-02-22T19:31:49.866-08:00< ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmk1ivGBFu5Qw6fGxx6raB7fpA0KUF1Xdlyj5Un2PTrB08SGtsCS9FDZzbvcAH7zXlyqadzE2qxvdDx_2g36ogmwwOOivGLIjDu769-hgwSRIt3Kjhi2x2gbfvAtbvfVQLKwmXv74-SI/s1600/%252B+despues+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmk1ivGBFu5Qw6fGxx6raB7fpA0KUF1Xdlyj5Un2PTrB08SGtsCS9FDZzbvcAH7zXlyqadzE2qxvdDx_2g36ogmwwOOivGLIjDu769-hgwSRIt3Kjhi2x2gbfvAtbvfVQLKwmXv74-SI/s400/%252B+despues+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576722367455574658" /></a>Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-72551028094385627472011-02-21T20:22:00.000-08:002011-02-21T20:24:26.546-08:00Muhdarse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUEv0ACspukCHx0ltVNfhTH2kwj_SvyUvtnD_UGnbMT5YzHsTJOzUyfcd-21Nm9LSF04NKT5VmckeX5vE9aoVn-VYOJdeqvdJIWMb9FBbneZLj5quUD1I2OwSNA98An9kQLYgYlmGzPo/s1600/179684_501963359774_318223834774_6367567_4720004_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5zXMDd869fVTwlkDBuRWblf6-c_ccLO3O5T6knMmGXzGai9YJ0QBBm4Oa6cn-6jJfRKiugkVdtdZHRf6xqvk2heVDVNR73mD62e3DRhjJuiWqphgYSQqjINmyP9zRstqMFQQCDWbxLI/s400/168319_501963479774_318223834774_6367571_3233984_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576364807673358178" /></a>Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-59168563671201516052011-02-10T11:40:00.000-08:002011-02-10T11:43:33.208-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVv23CJMN-qsKI7Qr7cMircGSDqaJte82ECDVuTgtPyGLZH-Gl3mh2f1bzbkjUH2HQVqS09mD71cccgbEaq8XHeu_4kaXQJKc0ok5ZMDcOU8gYF6KonEdAWB5j4Ztva9nEdZVHpOBh8y0/s1600/166421_491378839774_318223834774_6218640_7500501_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVv23CJMN-qsKI7Qr7cMircGSDqaJte82ECDVuTgtPyGLZH-Gl3mh2f1bzbkjUH2HQVqS09mD71cccgbEaq8XHeu_4kaXQJKc0ok5ZMDcOU8gYF6KonEdAWB5j4Ztva9nEdZVHpOBh8y0/s400/166421_491378839774_318223834774_6218640_7500501_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572148872575830562" /></a>Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-4557093592817902862011-01-18T14:26:00.000-08:002011-01-18T14:27:17.946-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdh9G7eb8yN8esDzCjobxbf4ilZIWpRHeVgiCfpIMYsW58cIfGgp4xuDSgli-M1ADUBThcsEqnsXGussKERlyJaGHhh25fCy6LEvDhW-REFqBwO85pHaYl29rne1610B2bTX-oUwNuHrs/s1600/154977_127230700670989_100001521797434_166688_3611813_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdh9G7eb8yN8esDzCjobxbf4ilZIWpRHeVgiCfpIMYsW58cIfGgp4xuDSgli-M1ADUBThcsEqnsXGussKERlyJaGHhh25fCy6LEvDhW-REFqBwO85pHaYl29rne1610B2bTX-oUwNuHrs/s400/154977_127230700670989_100001521797434_166688_3611813_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563656110205654002" /></a>Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-43833227683353751802010-12-05T11:33:00.000-08:002010-12-05T11:36:01.486-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_c9Zb2WPKFcDS-PQrq1W5PBzJz_C1po662zhGwt58orIlde4cE4GDhU7-JISV3Tb_xvYw-moeewpQqPksxD0Xkju6U-ISGGdx80Dz-bUXkXgKS5KhuU05fFXdVj4W43lv_eCFovZdcg/s1600/Sin+t%25C3%25ADtulo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_c9Zb2WPKFcDS-PQrq1W5PBzJz_C1po662zhGwt58orIlde4cE4GDhU7-JISV3Tb_xvYw-moeewpQqPksxD0Xkju6U-ISGGdx80Dz-bUXkXgKS5KhuU05fFXdVj4W43lv_eCFovZdcg/s400/Sin+t%25C3%25ADtulo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547283680396492578" /></a>Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-8898903393642689052010-11-29T03:32:00.000-08:002010-12-03T08:30:07.536-08:00De qué habla?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxs68m6C0Mq-RDnKqeNtE0iJW0vittAr8dPwWNyhQ9602jMSccvwECyQaNQVp-mhtP7MgB017yr-Wl2eZX3zMx1yMJMoKklk_kX4mHCmMVaumg1WmGSwmF40-LBUTFyhPBaULUzsOUFA/s1600/n679179199_1470027_7047+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxs68m6C0Mq-RDnKqeNtE0iJW0vittAr8dPwWNyhQ9602jMSccvwECyQaNQVp-mhtP7MgB017yr-Wl2eZX3zMx1yMJMoKklk_kX4mHCmMVaumg1WmGSwmF40-LBUTFyhPBaULUzsOUFA/s400/n679179199_1470027_7047+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546492796427468914" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Anís esterellado huele (igual) = Caramelo 1/2 hora<br /><br />Requiem para un sueño es una mala película, no jodan. <br /><br />*Sin remitirse ni a Okupas ni a un naturalismo costumbrista que folclorice en exceso los matices fotogénicos de la realidad a los que hacemos referencia.<br /><br />**Bandas de niños ricos británicos que hacen música del presente emulando el pasado. <br /><br />***Síndrome cotidiano de artista callejero = un poco de ciclotimia, perseguirse la cola en público, reír para no reír. <br /><br />****Cual IUNA expresión corporal: persona que para contar la anécdota de cuando se cayó del bondi, aprovecha tu cena de cumpleaños, se tira desde arriba de la mesa de la cocina y cae abriéndose de piernas, luego rueda por el piso y remata con un par de flexiones de brazos. Y no para de reírse nunca. <br /><br />*****Frescura y develación<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sobretodo frescura.Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-76025244351337871962010-11-26T21:23:00.000-08:002010-11-26T21:31:54.581-08:00Esos raros peinados<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfVS9GYd1BdO40soojJ5DAcomAgQQeCZoMQ7xzWuHFCZN8G-2SaEDYyU4hlJpr1vMUrKbEzGt1HMr9rUwocsOmzlhRrFwwE2f4DCMIMKNDPIsGbIisQJS0iKHqz4EaTRSxQ3sLpL-P3g/s1600/75670_169138636449588_117785548251564_472590_8078697_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQfVS9GYd1BdO40soojJ5DAcomAgQQeCZoMQ7xzWuHFCZN8G-2SaEDYyU4hlJpr1vMUrKbEzGt1HMr9rUwocsOmzlhRrFwwE2f4DCMIMKNDPIsGbIisQJS0iKHqz4EaTRSxQ3sLpL-P3g/s400/75670_169138636449588_117785548251564_472590_8078697_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544096920255222354" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ellos [Tiqqun] denominan Bloom a los nuevos sujetos anónimos, a singularidades cualquiera, vacías, dispuestas a todo, que pueden difundirse por todos lados pero permanecen inasibles, sin identidad pero reidentificables en cada momento. El problema que se plantean es: «¿Cómo transformar el Bloom? ¿Cómo operará el Bloom el salto más allá de sí mismo?» ...<br />Giorgio Agamben<br /><br />El Bloom viene a ser el «final de una civilización inmovilizada, que sólo consigue distraerse del naufragio mediante alternancia de frases cortas de histeria tecnófila y largas playas de astenia contemplativa»<br /><br /><br /><br />.Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-55171257229347846722010-11-13T23:19:00.000-08:002010-11-13T23:20:46.867-08:00Bompi & Bombi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCJKBwXue9dd_VuRLflnO9vI9kRmyhmjH7UE7N5Tg2z4wCOX8kjSMo5H-ekApEx2bAM2lAcIpYbU47NecZv4ehicOgNp2NC75dpRaZRD7rmKVF-_6wgxW7wnJ-HoFuIFC0qagFo8oHNM/s1600/61138_441422014381_575074381_4992274_1449138_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCJKBwXue9dd_VuRLflnO9vI9kRmyhmjH7UE7N5Tg2z4wCOX8kjSMo5H-ekApEx2bAM2lAcIpYbU47NecZv4ehicOgNp2NC75dpRaZRD7rmKVF-_6wgxW7wnJ-HoFuIFC0qagFo8oHNM/s400/61138_441422014381_575074381_4992274_1449138_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539301911066464690" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-9057958727507431582010-11-03T09:02:00.000-07:002010-11-03T12:00:29.968-07:00Enumer Arte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9pavc43R12ND_IgkC5TrSQETf7p2Q4sCvu6rFM0r2HrNQGSwGVCzRrhO35DW4MGxapQXXY0q8F_P1UKmaRZ4eFnvdfzbNA-P0o8EDySSnzz0CYhO9HkNJ7IVlTjzGsByKd6teUl-oDE/s1600/f6b75400b4a955a5cb3d402d87d4448a9480afbb_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9pavc43R12ND_IgkC5TrSQETf7p2Q4sCvu6rFM0r2HrNQGSwGVCzRrhO35DW4MGxapQXXY0q8F_P1UKmaRZ4eFnvdfzbNA-P0o8EDySSnzz0CYhO9HkNJ7IVlTjzGsByKd6teUl-oDE/s400/f6b75400b4a955a5cb3d402d87d4448a9480afbb_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535400286091788098" /></a><br /><br /><br />Estamos cansados de repetir metáforas cliché?<br /><br />Miles de textos que arrancan de manera desilusionante!<br />Esa mierda del desierto y las alucinaciones táctiles...<br />La cucharita de café, sola, tintineando, viendo a los amantes partir... bajo la lluvia?<br />El vino y la nostalgia, se prendió otro cigarrillo...el porvenir...<br />El vidrio empañado<br />Las palomas<br />El insomnio<br /><br /><br />Podríamos usar cosas como " tu recuerdo tiene el sabor de un mate de ayer, a medio tomar " (Pero, es demasiado largo, corres el peligro de que lo de desagradable, amargo y frío.......no se entienda).<br /><br /><br />El Abismo<br />Lo Visceral<br />Lo Enrarecido<br />Lo Atemporal<br /><br />Parecen ser recursos del lenguaje contemporáneo tan escalofriantes como<br /> " la re mil puta madre que los re mil pario", en el contexto de película con Andrea del Boca,de décadas atrás. <br /><br /><br /><br />- Recorte figura fondo. Sinapsis. Nos fuimos por las ramas<br /><br />Un amigo me dijo que en Chile la bebida sabor Pomelo, es más dulce que acá. Por que le damos más lugar al amargo. Paso de los Toros, Schweppes,Agua Tónica en varios formatos, Fernet!<br />Y cree que todo tiene origen en el mate.....<br />Me pareció SUPER inteligente!<br /><br /><br /><br />PD: Que los mensajes de texto y el messenger aparezcan en la literatura, <br />otro escalofrío.Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-52966200354345471662010-10-31T19:28:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:33:40.559-07:00+<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15ZaE2RctAFXQsycWI_IfrMyvTZ9538AFjBcnPsLyZXsLC9T2JQjd3Ivd2IjNAPobtt5lsVYuIISzjKvTQ8yzKGTFuPVE-egmmp6tI00zV_rOSgOoN5I5gCEQs5udkAu4uq-klYVX1VU/s1600/148628_453568558027_761233027_5314659_64812_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh15ZaE2RctAFXQsycWI_IfrMyvTZ9538AFjBcnPsLyZXsLC9T2JQjd3Ivd2IjNAPobtt5lsVYuIISzjKvTQ8yzKGTFuPVE-egmmp6tI00zV_rOSgOoN5I5gCEQs5udkAu4uq-klYVX1VU/s400/148628_453568558027_761233027_5314659_64812_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534402867162427154" /></a><br /><br /><br />Un diminuto instante inmenso<br /><br /><br /><br />´Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-8279685427874103432010-10-29T15:28:00.000-07:002010-10-29T15:31:06.983-07:00Ipi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxXkNhpt3CZInLyO0q8omFAAwlBEBh1aUPrc6mm5TejZ9rt2KpR94tfI25KEp2fGl8jtt26gPOGkW75fXVxlLsGo1tr-JaRJZ9M9MlQ2RooMju0PmjNgW5hB28gEJSwUvpGRYjewDHro/s1600/-.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbxXkNhpt3CZInLyO0q8omFAAwlBEBh1aUPrc6mm5TejZ9rt2KpR94tfI25KEp2fGl8jtt26gPOGkW75fXVxlLsGo1tr-JaRJZ9M9MlQ2RooMju0PmjNgW5hB28gEJSwUvpGRYjewDHro/s400/-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533599027759774386" /></a><br /><br /><br />que dirían las ventanas <br />tu madre y su hermana<br /><br />y todos los siglos de colonialismo español <br />que no en balde <br />te han hecho cobarde<br />que diría dios<br /><br />..<br /><br />el derrumbe de un sueño<br />algo hallado pasando<br /><br /><br /><br />-Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-27388066425008832792010-10-27T15:18:00.000-07:002010-10-27T15:32:28.801-07:00Dedo alas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNKMKDC2cnRcAHlvGENs06vnt8ObKhz4d8PNuarJAl3wxdJW51Z5heC4lMDuITZDTIJtJeb4K_n2BF6cM-8avJOMWEs1tXe-64CS34r3P_ytQGVNOGW9VO2vncC-CggemvSDRk6ETIio/s1600/stencil_piernas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNKMKDC2cnRcAHlvGENs06vnt8ObKhz4d8PNuarJAl3wxdJW51Z5heC4lMDuITZDTIJtJeb4K_n2BF6cM-8avJOMWEs1tXe-64CS34r3P_ytQGVNOGW9VO2vncC-CggemvSDRk6ETIio/s400/stencil_piernas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532857188423763250" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /> Se despierta<br /> Extraña<br /><br />Algo le tironea la piel, medio confundida, acalorada y resacoza<br />Corre el acolchado, un poco<br />Le duelen los pies<br />Parece que <br />Qué?<br /><br />El dedo gordo del pié izquierdo se mueve<br />Como conteniendo vida<br /><br />Trata de despertarse más rápido, es de día<br />Toca su piel, con temor<br /><br />Sale un piquito , de ahí de su pié<br />Ella más confundida, medianamente adolorida<br />Tironéa<br />Tironea firme<br /><br />Y<br /><br />Sale un pájaro volando<br />Un pájaro del tamaño de una polilla<br /><br /><br />Un pájaro sale volando del dedo gordo del pié izquierdo.<br /><br /><br />Se despierta.Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-23344648750373985472010-10-25T08:42:00.001-07:002010-10-25T08:44:55.975-07:00.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSODwZCCv07Cb4jHEZt1T18XgsCQCMD9Z2lu5L95k_hBKx5svO6RQzwu_J6CR66tWxjcLndoG0DemXnEpqtBMzsRJQ9ATxtRdhvMMeOtbUgZznj2x2jm6zdfFC6pttbmEUW14DPw3-cvs/s1600/ff6e246207a66f7c2bc87d0f6f68445d072bbdee_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSODwZCCv07Cb4jHEZt1T18XgsCQCMD9Z2lu5L95k_hBKx5svO6RQzwu_J6CR66tWxjcLndoG0DemXnEpqtBMzsRJQ9ATxtRdhvMMeOtbUgZznj2x2jm6zdfFC6pttbmEUW14DPw3-cvs/s400/ff6e246207a66f7c2bc87d0f6f68445d072bbdee_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532010071051664994" /></a><br /><br /><br />" En la película de mi vida<br />la parte en la que aparece D.<br />es ....... inverosímil"<br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-53227825267770058122010-10-19T19:55:00.000-07:002010-10-19T20:10:20.826-07:00Surf Rider<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHl7bMB6mQSrff9z_M2FEWeKn7cnBkuw8auWRTXxfhnsNZ1X65X47xIbtESvJbbCmxSZc6MibiUPcH3H3XVqYkTNzm3s4rS1PmuzzkBqS6CkGVvbGWPPcna6SiHv8KUHazvvVvcVg8dQ/s1600/62320_441426674381_575074381_4992426_6572467_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHl7bMB6mQSrff9z_M2FEWeKn7cnBkuw8auWRTXxfhnsNZ1X65X47xIbtESvJbbCmxSZc6MibiUPcH3H3XVqYkTNzm3s4rS1PmuzzkBqS6CkGVvbGWPPcna6SiHv8KUHazvvVvcVg8dQ/s400/62320_441426674381_575074381_4992426_6572467_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529956677131185250" /></a><br /><br /><br />Pulp<br />Rodrigo<br />Calle 13<br />The Raconteurs<br />Bomba Stereo<br />Pixies<br />Bright Eyes<br />Bareto<br />Albert Plá<br />Ataque<br />Angeles Azules<br />Daft Punk<br />Walkie Takie<br />Astronauta<br />Daddie Yankie<br />Mi amigo Invencible<br /><br />las bandas sonoras de la vida<br />son <span style="font-style:italic;">políticamente</span> incorrectas<br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-35374487027390976572010-10-18T09:52:00.000-07:002010-10-18T09:54:07.409-07:00Oh primavera<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHROohoDckL1oimViXWXuWyDMmExDutUiyNp5YzPYg5LDE_TzG8yvxv9m3E54I3HbdDaZoBE50TiwL0xRLqxUC5w9OjGFuh7pwf-kVgp7QuIzmhegGW0b9mVYg-N4MaVNTZLc3ppa_V_k/s1600/44896_444256971461_830401461_5085056_2715376_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHROohoDckL1oimViXWXuWyDMmExDutUiyNp5YzPYg5LDE_TzG8yvxv9m3E54I3HbdDaZoBE50TiwL0xRLqxUC5w9OjGFuh7pwf-kVgp7QuIzmhegGW0b9mVYg-N4MaVNTZLc3ppa_V_k/s400/44896_444256971461_830401461_5085056_2715376_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529430159607876562" /></a><br /><br /><br />cada vez más informacion excede lo que alcanzamos a aprender<br />cada vez más informacion del otro llega de otro modo<br />que no es su palabra, presente, de frente, palpable<br /><br />es un bardo<br /><br />es lo que nos diferencia de otro animal<br /><br />pero es un bardo<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-30149665769168655342010-10-16T20:24:00.000-07:002010-10-16T20:25:23.678-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoQ7Mtz2nKC4fLCXnX5SOIg4WDKdGlUyZZeGJulBg3_L9ov2WZm4LaW8_GqcF04lIV59nX_ZUX4eFAgd7sul2SFws3DAUtMk4DdRg6nBI5FEQiyZ0ZV32mdRqAk3NY_Riqk-OwAVLx7A/s1600/exotico-velador.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoQ7Mtz2nKC4fLCXnX5SOIg4WDKdGlUyZZeGJulBg3_L9ov2WZm4LaW8_GqcF04lIV59nX_ZUX4eFAgd7sul2SFws3DAUtMk4DdRg6nBI5FEQiyZ0ZV32mdRqAk3NY_Riqk-OwAVLx7A/s400/exotico-velador.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528850763458741970" /></a>Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-72241916923874052652010-10-03T18:55:00.000-07:002010-10-03T19:01:47.559-07:00Aire Sur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9mUgu7flpD3O19ZWlK0AUhKYpeq5BTRDMQWl2m2TNBfcV1sLXqrMqXtwtm55K8efSDENj_5sNdqpSI-Ds9900xUy6Ok4dPo-N2gw0R4EV22eJ3kcR7U4W_87wvZfBaE-hLt2f1DbMXk/s1600/d16.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs9mUgu7flpD3O19ZWlK0AUhKYpeq5BTRDMQWl2m2TNBfcV1sLXqrMqXtwtm55K8efSDENj_5sNdqpSI-Ds9900xUy6Ok4dPo-N2gw0R4EV22eJ3kcR7U4W_87wvZfBaE-hLt2f1DbMXk/s400/d16.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524004592069190642" /></a><br /><br />la primavera es lo que se eleva<br />en ese vapor <br />transpiración<br />color a vida<br />esperanza de que sos<br /><br />en la voz<br />de otro<br /><br />en el discurso de alguien<br />por primera<br />vez<br /><br />sos<br /><br />un poco más libre<br />un poco más humano<br />un poco más presente<br />en cada cosa<br />en cada parte<br /><br />pudiendo dar un abrazo <br />soy<br />una y otra vez<br />la parte que a veces me falta de mi misma<br />en los demás<br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-22003834414837233092010-09-20T22:54:00.000-07:002010-09-20T23:24:36.108-07:00Soy todo lo que recuerdo"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwRNAR8qV9-UF3eenMJYSWUDYKRKFgcEOmv1uAgV6In2zsR9ho6NbutnnjyUsCGJN6Y7kUcj6WOYDnijEw2NlA3H7lcshcxwpFW6OtAlgKQOCvO2KXmxyyuQZfI4zC6FjT6HZeGVyDg4/s1600/26203a617afe336ceddc040bfdd4a747cac0214c_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVwRNAR8qV9-UF3eenMJYSWUDYKRKFgcEOmv1uAgV6In2zsR9ho6NbutnnjyUsCGJN6Y7kUcj6WOYDnijEw2NlA3H7lcshcxwpFW6OtAlgKQOCvO2KXmxyyuQZfI4zC6FjT6HZeGVyDg4/s400/26203a617afe336ceddc040bfdd4a747cac0214c_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519241241947337266" /></a><br /><br />me muevo entre las cosas<br />no se fuga uno para atrás<br />se fuga para adelante<br /><br /><br />iouClaudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-7092408522671141572010-08-22T13:50:00.000-07:002010-08-22T14:08:17.551-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCCTDWPSdzxbaPU_YPF6KUwEwsr1BKxSipdlfhLPpfFoZ-4-_AnRNgCebRBhOcLzSHshhy1m8TtqFl492N6DCZZDCrXVpBgeGhpnSajOMnsjfkTfU4ZcxEMMGRn1Q13aqNPZgHHQuTfo/s1600/A_os_90.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguCCTDWPSdzxbaPU_YPF6KUwEwsr1BKxSipdlfhLPpfFoZ-4-_AnRNgCebRBhOcLzSHshhy1m8TtqFl492N6DCZZDCrXVpBgeGhpnSajOMnsjfkTfU4ZcxEMMGRn1Q13aqNPZgHHQuTfo/s400/A_os_90.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508341249682944258" /></a><br /><br />""<br />Qué sentido tienen aquellos conceptos mentiras, los conceptos auxiliares de la moral, el "alma", "espíritu", voluntad libre, "Dios", si no el de arruinar fiosiológicamente a la humanidad?...Cuando se deja de tomar en serio la autoconservación, el aumento de las fuerzas de cuerpo, de decir, de la verdad. Cuando de la anemia se hace un ideal, y el desprecio del cuerpo "la salud del alma".. Qué es esto más que una receta para la decadencia?<br /><br /><br />""<br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-38345766141077874192010-08-14T16:50:00.001-07:002010-08-14T17:07:13.481-07:00GaloparLas tierras, las tierras, las tierras de España, <br />las grandes, las solas, desiertas llanuras. <br />Galopa, caballo cuatralbo, <br />jinete del pueblo, <br />al sol y a la luna. <br />.<br /> ¡A galopar, <br /> a galopar, <br />hasta enterrarlos en el mar! <br />.<br />A corazón suenan, resuenan, resuenan <br />las tierras de España, en las herraduras. <br />Galopa, jinete del pueblo, <br />caballo cuatralbo, <br />caballo de espuma. <br />.<br />¡A galopar, <br /> a galopar, <br />hasta enterrarlos en el mar! <br />.<br />Nadie, nadie, nadie, que enfrente no hay nadie; <br />que es nadie la muerte si va en tu montura. <br />Galopa, caballo cuatralbo, <br />jinete del pueblo, <br />que la tierra es tuya. <br />.<br />¡A galopar, <br /> a galopar, <br />hasta enterrarlos en el mar!Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-19649846669800368762010-08-12T17:05:00.000-07:002010-08-12T17:08:38.863-07:00cuando llores, cuando grites<br />cuando rompas un corazón<br />y llores y grites<br /><br />y esté roto tu corazón<br />y grites porque está roto<br />como el de la foto <br />de la revi de la pelu<br /><br />ahí <br />cantá el temita de la radioClaudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-78390445114614399312010-07-29T19:58:00.000-07:002010-07-29T20:00:10.215-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gxcpwjqlAyAP-P6Zj0DE6nFK_VVhTG3_W6fnqpeVoBteeotDxR5qX5NBdu4vMyAYvY2j1NRXxAdFGoms7zeydqn1c-gzhRydXr7rxEH2rYu8gCTwBnC9qfMHc_rLRr17L3Ms829tOQw/s1600/Folder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9gxcpwjqlAyAP-P6Zj0DE6nFK_VVhTG3_W6fnqpeVoBteeotDxR5qX5NBdu4vMyAYvY2j1NRXxAdFGoms7zeydqn1c-gzhRydXr7rxEH2rYu8gCTwBnC9qfMHc_rLRr17L3Ms829tOQw/s400/Folder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499528674301792050" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543029232292904671.post-70234978400590638872010-07-21T18:33:00.000-07:002010-07-21T18:36:01.748-07:00nunca sabe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDq96Jfr2k9InyvizU1gTGLuvJNz73l_KnQdk2MJ1hxj1NQWxyQIxWgYb7Vgf4KuzyIf9ln5_wyTSetp58HUtxleuZjwqFCYzd0Ihk-0hW9NBSsWubnts0fXbOSDWH7s2E1B2gYA9U_3A/s1600/0f6cb933082af5c272fcdff616acf3981f734215_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDq96Jfr2k9InyvizU1gTGLuvJNz73l_KnQdk2MJ1hxj1NQWxyQIxWgYb7Vgf4KuzyIf9ln5_wyTSetp58HUtxleuZjwqFCYzd0Ihk-0hW9NBSsWubnts0fXbOSDWH7s2E1B2gYA9U_3A/s400/0f6cb933082af5c272fcdff616acf3981f734215_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496537806774717202" /></a><br /><br /><br />que me queda chico <br />que me queda grande<br />la vida o el mundo<br />señores<br />los ciclos no esperan<br />son<br />los chicos no son chicos<br />las chicas son madres<br /><br />y un día pensás que los noventas<br />fueron hace 10 años<br />y no!!!!<br />fueron hace 20!<br /><br /><br /><br />boludeses<br />de cuando hay tiempo<br />y optimismo<br /><br />+Claudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15405055200415586761noreply@blogger.com1