<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464</id><updated>2012-02-13T08:40:58.178-03:00</updated><title type='text'>eltigreesloquenoves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-5800564311146265351</id><published>2012-02-13T06:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:40:58.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esfZ8DViovg/Tzj2vFR541I/AAAAAAAAAd0/dW9ooBG9iC4/s1600/oscar%2Bwilde1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-esfZ8DViovg/Tzj2vFR541I/AAAAAAAAAd0/dW9ooBG9iC4/s400/oscar%2Bwilde1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708583816423662418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Escribí cuando no conocía la vida. Ahora que entiendo su significado, ya no tengo que escribir. La vida no puede escribirse; sólo puede vivirse.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Wilde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-5800564311146265351?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5800564311146265351/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=5800564311146265351' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/5800564311146265351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/5800564311146265351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La indómita luz&lt;br /&gt;se hizo carne en mí&lt;br /&gt;y lo dejé todo por esta soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Y leo revistas&lt;br /&gt;en la tempestad&lt;br /&gt;hice el sacrificio&lt;br /&gt;abracé la cruz al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Rezo, rezo, rezo, rezo.&lt;br /&gt;Morí sin morir&lt;br /&gt;y me abracé al dolor&lt;br /&gt;y lo dejé todo por esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;ya se hizo de noche&lt;br /&gt;y ahora estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo se cae&lt;br /&gt;sólo veo la cruz al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Rezo, rezo, rezo, rezo por vos.&lt;br /&gt;Y curé mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;y me encendí de amor&lt;br /&gt;Y quemé las cortinas&lt;br /&gt;y me encendí de amor, de amor sagrado.&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces rezo."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Flaco Spinetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxFCTtrV61E/TyPBiSAw_1I/AAAAAAAAAdo/k16_i-6EnCw/s400/Sidney2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702614347875942226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cuando aterrizó el avión se veía toda la ciudad soleada desde arriba con el Opera House en el borde del mar&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que justo antes de venirme supe que mi amigo P tiene alzeimer y constantemente pienso en eso&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que llegué a la casa de Pinto, excelente bienvenida, asado con latinos en playa Camp Cove, hablando spanglish y viendo la skyline a lo lejos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que me llama la atención lo amable que es la gente en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;hasta los pájaros no le temen a las personas y se acercan&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que siento que estuviera muy cerca de Chile, como haber cruzado a la otra orilla del mar, como estar en Valparaíso&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que quizás los mapas son dibujados de esa manera para hacernos creer que estamos más lejos de este continente&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los acantilados que hay en Watson Bay, cerca de la casa de Pinto, &lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que haya un letrero para la gente que se quiere suicidar tipo "llame ya!" ¿quién se querra suicidar acá?&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que el 80% de los alumnos del curso de inglés de la universidad son chinos sin experiencia laboral, nada contra ellos, sólo esperaba más diversidad racial y personas con más experiencia laboral&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que pese a que  Sidney es una ciudad increíblemente bella, cada uno dice que su país es el mejor y extraña su casa&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que caminé por toda la rivera este del mar y conocí todas las playas más importantes(Bondi,  Tamarama, Bronte, Clovelly, Cogee, Manly)&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que la primera pieza que arriendo la mina dueña del departamento está loca y me pide que no meta ruido al comer, que ocupe su desodorante, que no moje el baño y no ocupa cortinas de baño&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que conozco a una chilena y nos hacemos muy amigas y me voy a vivir con ella al centro de la ciudad que se parece mucho a New York&lt;br /&gt;(me ayuda a volver a tener plata, conectarme a internet y entiendo porque a veces uno puede llegar a pensar en suicidarse acá) &lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que para ganar dinero empiezo a ir a un laboratorio de la universidad que te pagan 15 dólares la hora por donar sangre, me mareo tanto, que no puedo seguir yendo&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que Sidney es como New York o París, que siempre escuchas un idioma diferente en la calle y que te sientes como en tu casa altiro&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que no he practicado nada de inglés porque me la paso hablando en chileno&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que conocí a un australiano en el recital de Mike Patton en The Domain (que es como el Central Park), nos damos besos y está completamente loco&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta que no me llame nunca más&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que después de un mes acá casi no extraño Chile, sólo la yerba mate y mi bicicleta, pero hoy fuimos a Fairfield y compré 6 kilos de mate, de pasadita nos comimos un pastel de choclo en un local de una señora de Rengo que vive hace 40 años acá y nos abraza a la chilena&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que me compre una bicicleta a 86 dolares en un anticuario con "cansata" y todo&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que está siempre la posibilidad de ir a las playas, pero a veces se cargan las nubes, llueve torrencialmente y puedes aprovechar las actividades de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta andar en bicicleta bajo la lluvia y llegar con los calzones mojados al departamento&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta que el clima es completamente impredecible y no puedes planificar el fin de semana y entiendo que por eso los australianos están todos locos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me gusta que no se pueda planificar casi nada, que todo sea aquí y ahora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vente a mi mesa&lt;br /&gt;y yo le dije vente conmigo&lt;br /&gt;subimos a un viejo cuarto los dos&lt;br /&gt;hasta el alma nos quisimos&lt;br /&gt;me acompaño hasta mi barco&lt;br /&gt;le di como recuerdo mi anillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volveré volveré&lt;br /&gt;porque te quiero hasta tu puerto volveré&lt;br /&gt;volveré volveré&lt;br /&gt;serás mi estrella si tu&lt;br /&gt;me esperas volveré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vuelto por la la taberna&lt;br /&gt;por mi pregunta a los marineros&lt;br /&gt;se sienta frente a la puerta y allí&lt;br /&gt;suspira por mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;si alguno le da una copa se va&lt;br /&gt;porque le enseña mi anillo&lt;br /&gt;pues una promesa rota es ya,&lt;br /&gt;la historia de un compromiso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volveré volveré&lt;br /&gt;porque te quiero hasta tu puerto volveré&lt;br /&gt;volveré volveré&lt;br /&gt;serás mi estrella si tu&lt;br /&gt;me esperas volveré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vxvOYSbk9J8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-5115836967769128978</id><published>2011-12-05T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:58:36.262-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sunday Smile--Beirut</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dbGiDxg8kwM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is the best for our lives my dear,&lt;br /&gt;and you know my wishes are sincere&lt;br /&gt;Whats to say for the days I cannot bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday smile you wore it for a while&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday mile we paused and sang&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday smile you wore it for a while&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday mile we paused and sang&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday smile and we felt true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We burnt to the ground&lt;br /&gt;left a view to admire&lt;br /&gt;with buildings inside church of white&lt;br /&gt;We burnt to the ground left a grave to admire&lt;br /&gt;And as we reach for the sky, reach the church of white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday smile you wore it for a while&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday mile we paused and sang&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday smile you wore it for a while&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday mile we paused and sang&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday smile and we felt true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-5115836967769128978?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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100 años de su muerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4698588098633508839?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4698588098633508839/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=4698588098633508839' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4698588098633508839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4698588098633508839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-next-that-it-was-will-return.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qX0QQmNUUzI/TsKAfhUSIdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/drwzhnPEjuI/s400/primavera%2Bcuenca%2B002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675239759447990738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta tocar con la yema de los dedos la textura del manubrio de mi bicicleta&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta sacarle la cáscara a los pistachos para comerlos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta ver jacarandas morados y otros árboles que se ponen naranjos&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta oler el olor a primavera&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta escuchar cumbia chilena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me gusta entrar en estado de conciencia con la mente vacía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7926265369302314423?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G5AVE-5TT9U/Tr0OPU7VJOI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lqRjhFFioPE/s72-c/Dalai%2BLama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-1717322164958824411</id><published>2011-11-09T13:13:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:04:25.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0CVB8YSOLK4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power of beauty of your youth&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,&lt;br /&gt;don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Floss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy &lt;br /&gt;sometimes you’re ahead, &lt;br /&gt;sometimes you’re behind&lt;br /&gt;the race is long, &lt;br /&gt;and in the end, it’s only with yourself&lt;br /&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stretch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they &lt;br /&gt;wanted to do with their lives, &lt;br /&gt;some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, &lt;br /&gt;maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky&lt;br /&gt;chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either &lt;br /&gt;your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enjoy your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid of it, or what other people&lt;br /&gt;think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone forgood&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past &lt;br /&gt;and the people most likely to stick with you in the future&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it&lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of&lt;br /&gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the&lt;br /&gt;ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1717322164958824411?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1717322164958824411/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=1717322164958824411' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1717322164958824411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1717322164958824411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zSTppItL-h4/TpWJOmcgITI/AAAAAAAAAcE/q4zWhrbtjcw/s400/Clara%252BRockmore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662582990419534130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desapegar o soltar es tarea de todos los días, &lt;br /&gt;caminar ligeros de equipaje es un gozo &lt;br /&gt;y una aventura que vale la pena vivir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara Vial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-2725335419636180967?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2725335419636180967/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=2725335419636180967' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6769749716092884633</id><published>2011-10-10T15:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T20:07:08.976-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorba Greek/ SIRTAKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6LmQtlPNcLA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno está,&lt;br /&gt;donde quiere estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see a more splendid disgrace?&lt;br /&gt;oOOOooopppPPPAAAaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra Ugarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6769749716092884633?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dc2uJF-UCqI/TpMkOCb9EDI/AAAAAAAAAb8/mnoRQxNFCAU/s72-c/sorella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3237820579370573873</id><published>2011-10-10T12:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:58:26.592-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fr6C3jLUobU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoy mi voz me dijo por última vez &lt;br /&gt;ADIOS&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ganas de sentirme bien&lt;br /&gt;el reloj marcó una hora después &lt;br /&gt;que yo &lt;br /&gt;no quise ver otro amanecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy cerré las cortinas y así &lt;br /&gt;naufragué en mi desilusión&lt;br /&gt;Me desvelo esta noche por ti &lt;br /&gt;estoy &lt;br /&gt;frenándome el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy entre la extraña sombra de este umbral&lt;br /&gt;la piel no cesa hasta sangrar &lt;br /&gt;el ruido espesa caminar &lt;br /&gt;no quiero ser, no quiero estar, ya no me llames desde acá&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo aquí en mi lugar, le dejo al viento este pesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy cerré las cortinas y así &lt;br /&gt;naufragué en mi desilusión&lt;br /&gt;Me desvelo esta noche por ti&lt;br /&gt;Estoy frenándome el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo aquí en mi lugar le dejo al viento este pesar&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo aquí en mi lugar le dejo al viento este pesar&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo aquí en mi lugar le dejo al viento este pesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy cerré las cortinas y así &lt;br /&gt;naufragué en mi desilusión &lt;br /&gt;me desvelo esta noche por ti &lt;br /&gt;estoy frenándome el corazón"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilits 2:05 am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3237820579370573873?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3237820579370573873/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3237820579370573873' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3237820579370573873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3237820579370573873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoy-mi-voz-me-dijo-por-ultima-vez-adios.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fr6C3jLUobU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-2134201590085446967</id><published>2011-10-07T17:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:28:42.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cantares" Joan Manuel Serrat &amp; Joaquin Sabina</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kFH6c3qQnP8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div 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Sabina'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kFH6c3qQnP8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-572322274899068591</id><published>2011-10-06T21:09:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:37:22.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to find what you love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KqdSjxOJLQ/To5IjT_w3WI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rXvw2K54OKM/s1600/sj5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KqdSjxOJLQ/To5IjT_w3WI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rXvw2K54OKM/s400/sj5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660541553151630690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.&lt;/span&gt; Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-572322274899068591?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/572322274899068591/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=572322274899068591' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/572322274899068591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/572322274899068591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2011/10/youve-got-to-find-what-you-love.html' title='You&apos;ve got to find what you love'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KqdSjxOJLQ/To5IjT_w3WI/AAAAAAAAAb0/rXvw2K54OKM/s72-c/sj5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7597090537458815085</id><published>2011-09-26T19:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:19:04.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Navegante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZIeoAEn8H0/ToYIDTFfSKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zyiWqIVwTdQ/s1600/Navegar%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iZIeoAEn8H0/ToYIDTFfSKI/AAAAAAAAAbk/zyiWqIVwTdQ/s400/Navegar%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658218834593532066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos ya a menos de 24 horas de terminar&lt;br /&gt;la Regata de la Vuelta al Mundo&lt;br /&gt;y cuando Uds. abran sus computadores &lt;br /&gt;posiblemente tengamos una ventaja&lt;br /&gt;cercana a las 150 millas y muchos de Uds. &lt;br /&gt;pensarán que ya ganamos esta&lt;br /&gt;etapa, de punta a cabo. Nos encantaría que fuera así, &lt;br /&gt;pero la experiencia nos enseña que hay que esperar&lt;br /&gt;y que las regatas se ganan y se pierden en&lt;br /&gt;la meta. Y aquí va un corto resumen de lo que yo&lt;br /&gt;aprendí o reafirmé,durante todo este tiempo; lo &lt;br /&gt;hago en primera persona pues no puedo involucrar &lt;br /&gt;al Negro en todo lo que a continuación van a leer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1.Acerca de los hijos, definitivamente no son tuyos, &lt;br /&gt;solo quiérelos y ámalos y trata de educarlos con el ejemplo &lt;br /&gt;y si puedes, transmíteles que busquen sus propios sueños, &lt;br /&gt;no los tuyos. Y no esperes que te agradezcan todo lo que &lt;br /&gt;haces por ello; ese agradecimiento vendrá muchos años después,&lt;br /&gt;quizás cuando tu ya te hayas convertido en abuelo/a (ahí sabrán&lt;br /&gt;recién lo que es ser padre/madre). Pero si en el intertanto, &lt;br /&gt;te llegan a decir que están orgullosos de ser tu hijo/a, &lt;br /&gt;date por recompensado con creces. Y si alguno de ellos debe&lt;br /&gt;partir antes que tú, que al menos te quede el consuelo&lt;br /&gt;que le dijiste muchas veces cuanto lo querías.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.Acerca de tus padres, no dejes nunca de agradecerles &lt;br /&gt;el hecho de que te hayan traído a este mundo maravilloso y &lt;br /&gt;te hayan dado tan solo la posibilidad de vivir, solo eso, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡¡¡ vivir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.Acerca del mar, el viento y la naturaleza, admírala y cuídala, &lt;br /&gt;es única y no tenemos otra. Y al mar y el viento, nunca trates&lt;br /&gt;de vencerlos ni menos desafiarlos. Llevan todas las de ganar. &lt;br /&gt;Si quieres ser un navegante, acostúmbrate a vivir en crisis &lt;br /&gt;permanente.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4.Acerca de los límites, ellos no existen o están mucho más&lt;br /&gt;allá de lo que te imaginas. ¿Cuánto más allá? Esa es la &lt;br /&gt;pregunta,tienes que llevarte al extremo y ahí lo descubrirás.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.Acerca del talento, no sirve para nada si no va acompañado de&lt;br /&gt;determinación, planificación, disciplina y perseverancia. &lt;br /&gt;El talento es efímero, la determinación, eterna. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.Acerca del amor, da las gracias al Universo si te despiertan &lt;br /&gt;cada mañana con un beso y una sonrisa. Y haz como las abejas y &lt;br /&gt;las mariposas, ellas no buscan la flor más linda del jardín, &lt;br /&gt;sino aquella que tiene el mayor contenido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.Acerca de la sociedad, ayuda a los que son igual o &lt;br /&gt;más capaces que tú,pero que no han tenido tus mismas oportunidades. &lt;br /&gt;Son ellos los más olvidados de la sociedad pues siempre se &lt;br /&gt;ayuda a los que piden y vociferan,pero a los que me refiero, &lt;br /&gt;no piden ayuda, solo necesitan una oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;Sueño todavía con una sociedad más justa y más humana.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.Acerca del liderazgo, echo de menos en el mundo actual esos &lt;br /&gt;líderes que hacían lo que se debe hacer y decían lo que se debe&lt;br /&gt;decir, sin esperar resultados inmediatos en las encuestas. &lt;br /&gt;Me refiero a los que marcan un camino, no los que siguen a &lt;br /&gt;las masas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.Acerca de la riqueza, una vez que hayas financiado tu &lt;br /&gt;flujo de caja, trata de comprar más tiempo que dinero, &lt;br /&gt;más libertad que esclavitud. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.Acerca de la angustia y la amargura, cuando creas &lt;br /&gt;que algo no es posible, que los problemas te agobian, &lt;br /&gt;que ya no puedes, date un tiempo&lt;br /&gt;para ver las estrellas y espera despierto el amanecer, &lt;br /&gt;ahí descubrirás que siempre sale el sol, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡¡¡ siempre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.Acerca del triunfo, si quieres triunfar debes de estar &lt;br /&gt;dispuesto a fracasar mil veces y dispuesto a perder todo lo&lt;br /&gt;que has conseguido. Y no temas perderlo todo, pues si te lo &lt;br /&gt;has ganado bien, de seguro lo recuperas con creces. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.Acerca del presente, vívelo intensamente, es el único &lt;br /&gt;instante que realmente importa; los que viven aferrados al &lt;br /&gt;pasado ya murieron y los que viven soñando con el futuro, &lt;br /&gt;aún no han nacido.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13.Acerca del éxito y el fracaso, reconócelos como dos impostores,&lt;br /&gt;pero aprende sobretodo de los fracasos, los propios y los de los &lt;br /&gt;demás, ahí hay demasiado conocimiento que generalmente no usamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Acerca de los amigos, elije los que están contigo cuando &lt;br /&gt;estás en el suelo, porque cuando estés en la gloria, te van a sobrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Acerca del equipo, motívalo en los momentos difíciles y &lt;br /&gt;nunca dejes que uno te abandone por haberse equivocado, ése es &lt;br /&gt;el más importante.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16.Acerca de tu país, ama a la tierra que te vio nacer, &lt;br /&gt;trabaja por hacer de tu país un mejor lugar para todos y &lt;br /&gt;pasea orgulloso/a tu bandera, cualquiera que ella sea &lt;br /&gt;(ya sea que seamos buenos o malos para el fútbol).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17.Acerca del esfuerzo, no te rindas nunca, no te creas el &lt;br /&gt;cuento de que cuando algo está costando mucho es porque no &lt;br /&gt;debe resultar, es simplemente que el Universo te está poniendo &lt;br /&gt;a prueba de si eres o no merecedor del éxito.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18.Acerca del miedo, no le temas, es un gran compañero, &lt;br /&gt;pero que no te inmovilice y no temas hacer el loco o el ridículo;&lt;br /&gt;la historia nos enseña que las grandes enseñanzas y tremendos &lt;br /&gt;descubrimientos son producto de esos instantes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19.Acerca de Dios y el Cielo, creo que si actuamos haciendo el bien,&lt;br /&gt;podremos estar en la lista de espera si el Cielo existe y si no &lt;br /&gt;existe,habremos tenido nuestro propio Cielo en esta Tierra. Y a Dios &lt;br /&gt;no lo encontré solo en el Mar del Sur, en las nubes, en las tormentas, &lt;br /&gt;en las olas, ni en la meta ni en las partidas; estuvo siempre con &lt;br /&gt;nosotros, dentro, muy dentro nuestro.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;20. Y cuando tengas dudas de qué debes hacer, pregúntate cuál&lt;br /&gt;es tu Cabo de Hornos, ármate de una pequeña mochila que lleve &lt;br /&gt;sólo lo necesario para sobrevivir y comienza a caminar. &lt;br /&gt;Y no dejes de mirar al cielo, ahí descubrirás al albatros, &lt;br /&gt;que te enseñará a despegar con esfuerzo y a volar&lt;br /&gt;en libertad. Y te darás cuenta que no necesitas volar en bandada.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;21.Y nunca, nunca renuncies a tus sueños, persíguelos &lt;br /&gt;apasionadamente y si no los consigues, no importa, &lt;br /&gt;el solo recorrer ese camino habrá valido la&lt;br /&gt;pena vivir y ojalá el sueño que persigas sea el sueño imposible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22.Y si tienes la fortuna de un día competir con rivales del&lt;br /&gt;tamaño de los que nos tocó enfrentar en esta Regata, hónralos, &lt;br /&gt;admíralos, pero entrega todo lo que tienes por vencerlos en buena&lt;br /&gt;lid; ellos se lo merecen. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23.Y si en el día de mi muerte me dan la opción de renacer,&lt;br /&gt;elijo ser Albatros y volar el Mar del Sur y mirar a los intrépidos&lt;br /&gt;navegantes que arriesgan sus vidas y dejan todo en busca de su sueño,&lt;br /&gt;en busca de su sueño imposible. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24.Y nunca te tomes demasiado en serio a un navegante que está &lt;br /&gt;terminando una Vuelta al Mundo. Solo sabrá navegar un poco más,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;¡¡nada más!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe Cubillos.&lt;br /&gt;Portimao, Portugal, Junio del 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7597090537458815085?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7597090537458815085/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7597090537458815085' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7597090537458815085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7597090537458815085'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOaSOyKmcoo/ToYItDSmWKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rYTEkOUlPFw/s1600/sin%2Bmiedo%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOaSOyKmcoo/ToYItDSmWKI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rYTEkOUlPFw/s400/sin%2Bmiedo%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658219551908059298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"23 utenti hanno votato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E’ tempo di risplendere&lt;br /&gt;nell’attraversar la stanza,&lt;br /&gt;E’ tempo di sorprendere&lt;br /&gt;camminando a piedi nudi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all’indietro&lt;br /&gt;pezzo a pezzo&lt;br /&gt;su lastre di pietra e vetro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E’ tempo di verniciare tutto&lt;br /&gt;di un rosso brillante,&lt;br /&gt;fuori E’ dentro&lt;br /&gt;ed è molto importante,&lt;br /&gt;E’ tempo di far tagliare i piedi altrui&lt;br /&gt;senza dolore&lt;br /&gt;e senza grida spezzate,&lt;br /&gt;E’ tempo di tirare il fiato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rallentare&lt;br /&gt;forse fermarsi&lt;br /&gt;ammucchiare erba&lt;br /&gt;sedersi e giocare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è più tempo&lt;br /&gt;che tutto accada,&lt;br /&gt;nessun ostaggio&lt;br /&gt;nessuna tana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nessuna lancetta nera che cada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo qualche secondo per la lettura&lt;br /&gt;e a un prezzo accessibile a tutti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA PAURA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di Massimiliano Avi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Español:&lt;br /&gt;23 personas han votado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es 's tiempo para brillar&lt;br /&gt;en el cruce de la sala,&lt;br /&gt;Es 's tiempo para sorprender&lt;br /&gt;caminar descalzo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacia atrás&lt;br /&gt;pieza por pieza&lt;br /&gt;en las losas de piedra y vidrio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es 's tiempo para pintar todo el&lt;br /&gt;un rojo brillante,&lt;br /&gt;y de "dentro de&lt;br /&gt;y es muy importante,&lt;br /&gt;Es 's tiempo para cortar los pies de los demás&lt;br /&gt;sin dolor&lt;br /&gt;y sin gritos rotos,&lt;br /&gt;Es 's tiempo para tomar aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lento&lt;br /&gt;tal vez deje de&lt;br /&gt;acumulación de hierba&lt;br /&gt;sentarse y jugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado tarde&lt;br /&gt;que esto suceda,&lt;br /&gt;no como rehenes&lt;br /&gt;no den&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninguna mano negro cayendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo unos pocos segundos para leer&lt;br /&gt;y a un precio asequible a todos los&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL MIEDO "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massimiliano Avi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7132233728127681621?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7132233728127681621/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;br /&gt;hoy que debemos mirar hacia atrás &lt;br /&gt;y ver si valió la pena. Es hoy. &lt;br /&gt;Cumpla usted 100 años o 30, es hoy. &lt;br /&gt;¡Es hoy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancho Venegas citando a Fernando Villegas,&lt;br /&gt;a propósito de la muerte de los 21 en Juan Fernández.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6947513962934865146?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6947513962934865146/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6947513962934865146' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6947513962934865146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iYumY07Opk/TlgNnO2Us0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jjf2doq9RX8/s1600/el-corazon-coronado-jodorowsky-moebius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iYumY07Opk/TlgNnO2Us0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jjf2doq9RX8/s400/el-corazon-coronado-jodorowsky-moebius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645277100560921410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sé si es bueno,&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es malo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuento Oriental que contó Jodorosky,&lt;br /&gt;para explicar las experiencias que nos ocurren en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-857039754923051841?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--iYumY07Opk/TlgNnO2Us0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jjf2doq9RX8/s72-c/el-corazon-coronado-jodorowsky-moebius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3216513511484095661</id><published>2011-08-21T17:17:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:55:30.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soA6leZRA3I/TlFqJgdaHMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OGo-meKI5C4/s1600/raul_ruiz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-soA6leZRA3I/TlFqJgdaHMI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OGo-meKI5C4/s400/raul_ruiz2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643408519636589762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chile es como esa enfermedad que se llama divertículos,&lt;br /&gt;que digiere mal o deja pasar los alimentos sin digerir.&lt;br /&gt;Falta esa lentitud, que permite hacer bien las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda pierna es epifánica, trascendente.&lt;br /&gt;San Epifanio fue famoso, porque nunca perdonó a nadie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me interesa de Juan Emar la manera de pasar del &lt;br /&gt;"gallo al burro sin sacar la mano", lo que he llevado a mis películas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Chile hay dos caminos, la farándula o lo erudito.&lt;br /&gt;Pero de lo erudito se pasa rápidamente a la farándula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis amigos poetas actúan en mis películas,&lt;br /&gt;porque el actor hace creer,&lt;br /&gt;en cambio el poeta descree y crea distancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente lo más extraño de las películas es la palabra FIN,&lt;br /&gt;quién sabe que esa película se terminó."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrevista a Raúl Ruiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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impulsion&lt;br /&gt;Shakes me, makes me lighter&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine nights of matter&lt;br /&gt;Black flowers blossom&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire of a confession&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Black flowers blossom&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water as my eye&lt;br /&gt;Most faithful mirror&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire of a confession&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;Most faithful mirror&lt;br /&gt;Fearless on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop on the fire&lt;br /&gt;Feathers on my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stumbling in to awe&lt;br /&gt;You're stumbling in to awe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PovkwVJu2z0/TkqFIbGp2cI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5WjA84lEaLk/s400/violeta%2Bparra1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641467862996081090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuántas veces se ha enamorado?&lt;br /&gt;Muestra los cinco dedos de la mano.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cinco veces?&lt;br /&gt;Cinco millones de veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que haría si no pudiera cantar, pintar, tejer, bailar?&lt;br /&gt;Estaría con la gente, todo esto lo hago por la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usted expuso sus obras plásticas en el museo Louvre&lt;br /&gt;¿la evaluaron bien los críticos?&lt;br /&gt;Trés bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Usted es comunista?&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy tan comunista, que si me cortara me saldría la sangre roja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué le diría al jóven artista?&lt;br /&gt;Escribe como quieras, usa los ritmos que te salgan, prueba instrumentos diversos, siéntate en el piano, destruye la métrica, grita en vez de cantar, sopla la guitarra y tañe la trompeta. Odia las matemáticas y ama los remolinos.&lt;br /&gt;La creación es un pájaro sin plan de vuelo, que jamás volará en línea recta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrevista a Violeta Parra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7844705034147769764?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7844705034147769764/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7844705034147769764' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7844705034147769764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2011/05/mario-benedetti-no-te-salves.html' title='Mario Benedetti  &quot;No te salves&quot;'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rwivEVwkyXw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7115921639031116561</id><published>2011-05-06T16:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:23:22.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Misery (Good Will Hunting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kgCQ6A7cEns?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fake it through the day&lt;br /&gt;With some help from Johnny Walker Red.&lt;br /&gt;Send the poison rain down the drain&lt;br /&gt;To put bad thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Two tickets torn in half&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me, Miss Misery&lt;br /&gt;Like you say you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd rather see me gone&lt;br /&gt;Than to see me the way that I am,&lt;br /&gt;But I am in the life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door the TVs flashing&lt;br /&gt;Blue frames on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;It's a comedy of errors, you see.&lt;br /&gt;It's about taking a fall.&lt;br /&gt;To vanish into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Is easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I try to be but you know me&lt;br /&gt;I come back when you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss me, Miss Misery&lt;br /&gt;Like you say you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Smith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kgCQ6A7cEns/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4872831734425966099</id><published>2011-05-01T22:40:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:25:57.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgF039wxhZ0/Tb4WKrOFUdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CdKUb4ZzicI/s1600/Ernesto%2BSabato.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgF039wxhZ0/Tb4WKrOFUdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/CdKUb4ZzicI/s400/Ernesto%2BSabato.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601939359151772114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La ciencia es una escuela de modestia, de valor intelectual y de tolerancia: muestra que el pensamiento es un proceso, que no hay gran hombre que no se haya equivocado, que no hay dogma que no se haya desmoronado ante el embate de los nuevos hechos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto Sabato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4872831734425966099?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4872831734425966099/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-780403316508502649</id><published>2011-05-01T14:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:23:33.869-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta para volvernos a ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9LOzSjy8kM/Tb2W9TWA-QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-PcPLHV7gQ0/s1600/barco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9LOzSjy8kM/Tb2W9TWA-QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-PcPLHV7gQ0/s400/barco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601799491427563778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo feo fue quererte, mi Fea, conociendo cuánta víbora&lt;br /&gt;era tu sangre, lo monstruoso&lt;br /&gt;fue oler amor debajo de tu olorcillo a hiena, y olvidar&lt;br /&gt;que eras bestia, y no a besos sino a cruel mordedura&lt;br /&gt;te hubiera, en pocos meses, lo vicioso y confuso&lt;br /&gt;descuerado, y te hubiera en la mujer más bella ¡por Safo! convertido.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, vistas las cosas desde el mar, en el frío de la noche oceánica&lt;br /&gt;y encima de este barco de lujo, con mujeres francesas y espumosas,&lt;br /&gt;y mucha danza, y todo, no hay ninguna&lt;br /&gt;cuyo animal, oh Equívoca, tenga más desenfreno en su fulgor&lt;br /&gt;antes de ti, después de ti. No hay ojos verdes&lt;br /&gt;que se parezcan tanto a la ignominia.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignominia es tu sangre, Burguesilla: lo turbio que te azota por dentro&lt;br /&gt;remolino viscoso de miedo y de lujuria, corrupción&lt;br /&gt;de todo lo materno que es la mujer. ¡Acuérdate, Malparida, de aquella pesadilla!&lt;br /&gt;No hay trampa que te valga cuando tiritas y entras al gran baile del muro&lt;br /&gt;donde se te aparecen de golpe los pedazos de la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te perdono, entiéndeme, porque no me perdono, porque el mar&lt;br /&gt;-por hermoso que sea- no perdona al cadáver: lo rechaza y lo arroja     &lt;br /&gt;como inútil estiércol.&lt;br /&gt;Muerta estás y aun entonces, cuando dormí contigo, dormí con una máquina&lt;br /&gt;de parir muertos. Nadie podrá lavar mi boca sino el áspero océano,&lt;br /&gt;Mujer y No-mujer, de tu beso vicioso.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lástima de hermosura. Si hoy te falta de madre justo lo que te sobra&lt;br /&gt;de ramera&lt;br /&gt;y de sábana en sábana, desnuda, vas riendo&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo empiezas a llorar en lo oscuro cuando no te oye nadie,&lt;br /&gt;es posible, es posible que descubras tu estrella por el viejo ejercicio&lt;br /&gt;del amor, es posible que tanta espuma inútil&lt;br /&gt;pierda su liviandad, se integre en la corriente, vuelva al coro del Ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez el largo oleaje de esta carta te aburra, todo este aire solemne,&lt;br /&gt;pero el Ritmo ha de ser océano profundo&lt;br /&gt;que al hombre y la mujer amarra y desamarra&lt;br /&gt;nadie sabe por qué y, es curioso, yo mismo&lt;br /&gt;no sé por qué te escribo con esta mano, y toco&lt;br /&gt;tu rara desnudez terrible todavía.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hablemos ya de mayo ni de junio, ni hablemos&lt;br /&gt;del gran mes, mi Amorosa, que construyó en diamante tu figura&lt;br /&gt;de amada y sobreamada, por encima del cielo, en el volcán&lt;br /&gt;de aquel Chillán de Chile que vivimos los dos, y eternizamos,&lt;br /&gt;silenciosos, seguros de ser uno en el vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Bajemos de ahí, mi Sangrienta, y entremos al agosto mortuorio:&lt;br /&gt;crucemos los horribles pasadizos&lt;br /&gt;de tus vacilaciones, volvamos al teléfono&lt;br /&gt;que aún estará sonando. Volemos en aviones a salvar&lt;br /&gt;los restos de Algo, de Alguien que va a morir, mi Dios, descuartizado.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digamos bien las cosas. No es justo que metamos a ningún Dios en esto.&lt;br /&gt;Cínicos y quirúrgicos, los dos, los dos mentimos.&lt;br /&gt;Tú, la más Partidaria de la Verdad, negaste la vida hasta sangrar&lt;br /&gt;contra la Especie (¿Es mucho cinco mil cuatrocientas criaturas por hora...?)&lt;br /&gt;Los dos, los dos cortamos las primeras, las finas&lt;br /&gt;raíces sigilosas del que quiso venir&lt;br /&gt;a vemos, y a besamos, y a juntamos en uno.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro el abismo al fondo de este espejo quebrado, me adelanto a lo efímero&lt;br /&gt;de tus días rientes y otra vez no eres nada&lt;br /&gt;sino un color difícil de mujer vuelta al polvo&lt;br /&gt;de la vejez. Adiós. Hueca irás. Vivirás&lt;br /&gt;de lo que fuiste un día quemada por el rayo del vidente.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortal contradictorio: cierro esta carta aquí,&lt;br /&gt;este jueves atlántico, sin Júpiter ni estrella.&lt;br /&gt;No estás. No estoy. No estamos. Somos, y nada más.&lt;br /&gt;Y océano,&lt;br /&gt;y océano,&lt;br /&gt;y únicamente océano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonzalo Rojas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrita en el mar, el 25-X-58, entre las 2 y las 5 de la mañana, a bordo del "Laennec",&lt;br /&gt;Navifrance, por la ruta del Atlántico norte. No publicada hasta la fecha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-780403316508502649?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/780403316508502649/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=780403316508502649' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/780403316508502649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/780403316508502649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2011/05/carta-para-volvernos-ver.html' title='Carta para volvernos a ver'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9LOzSjy8kM/Tb2W9TWA-QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-PcPLHV7gQ0/s72-c/barco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3629720551548643052</id><published>2011-04-14T18:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T15:44:54.433-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frente a un espejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4DkH9nU1FI/TadqfGkpNCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NIFgykkj21M/s1600/espejo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4DkH9nU1FI/TadqfGkpNCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NIFgykkj21M/s400/espejo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595558144603927586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frente al espejo cantaba inglés chamullado cuando tenía 3 años&lt;br /&gt;Frente al espejo salté de alegría al salir por primera vez de vacaciones a los 6 &lt;br /&gt;Frente al espejo inventé coreografías con mis amigas de 15 &lt;br /&gt;Frente al espejo fare l'amore por primera vez&lt;br /&gt;Frente al espejo lloré cada vez que terminé una relación&lt;br /&gt;Frente al espejo voy descubriendo cada nueva arruga de nuevas experiencias a los 33"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3629720551548643052?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4DkH9nU1FI/TadqfGkpNCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NIFgykkj21M/s72-c/espejo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-2080501127327385642</id><published>2011-04-14T18:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:23:13.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Storia d'amore" Adriano Celentano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HmgO1H6fkG4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu non sai&lt;br /&gt;cosa ho fatto quel giorno&lt;br /&gt;quando io la incontrai&lt;br /&gt;in spiaggia ho fatto il pagliaccio&lt;br /&gt;per mettermi in mostra agli occhi di lei&lt;br /&gt;che scherzava con tutti i ragazzi&lt;br /&gt;all'infuori di me.&lt;br /&gt;Perché, perché, perché, perché,&lt;br /&gt;io le piacevo.&lt;br /&gt;Lei mi amava, mi odiava,&lt;br /&gt;mi amava, mi odiava,&lt;br /&gt;era contro di me,&lt;br /&gt;io non ero ancora il suo ragazzo&lt;br /&gt;e già soffriva per me&lt;br /&gt;e per farmi ingelosire&lt;br /&gt;quella notte lungo il mare&lt;br /&gt;è venuta con te.&lt;br /&gt;Ora tu vieni a chiedere a me&lt;br /&gt;tua moglie dov'è.&lt;br /&gt;Dovevi immaginarti&lt;br /&gt;che un giorno o l'altro&lt;br /&gt;sarebbe andata via da te.&lt;br /&gt;L'hai sposata sapendo che lei,&lt;br /&gt;sapendo che lei&lt;br /&gt;moriva per me&lt;br /&gt;coi tuoi soldi&lt;br /&gt;hai comprato il suo corpo&lt;br /&gt;non certo il suo cuor.&lt;br /&gt;Lei mi amava, mi odiava,&lt;br /&gt;mi amava, mi odiava,&lt;br /&gt;era contro di me, io non ero&lt;br /&gt;ancora il suo ragazzo&lt;br /&gt;e già soffriva per me&lt;br /&gt;e per farmi ingelosire&lt;br /&gt;quella notte lungo il mare&lt;br /&gt;è venuta con te.&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno io vidi lei&lt;br /&gt;entrar nella mia stanza&lt;br /&gt;mi guardava,&lt;br /&gt;silenziosa,&lt;br /&gt;aspettava un sì da me.&lt;br /&gt;Dal letto io mi alzai&lt;br /&gt;e tutta la guardai&lt;br /&gt;sembrava un angelo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi stringeva sul suo corpo,&lt;br /&gt;mi donava la sua bocca,&lt;br /&gt;mi diceva sono tua&lt;br /&gt;ma di pietra io restai.&lt;br /&gt;Io la amavo, la odiavo,&lt;br /&gt;la amavo, la odiavo,&lt;br /&gt;ero contro di lei,&lt;br /&gt;se non ero stato il suo ragazzo&lt;br /&gt;era colpa di lei.&lt;br /&gt;E uno schiaffo all'improvviso&lt;br /&gt;le mollai sul suo bel viso&lt;br /&gt;rimandandola da te.&lt;br /&gt;A letto ritornai&lt;br /&gt;piangendo la sognai&lt;br /&gt;sembrava un angelo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi stringeva sul suo corpo&lt;br /&gt;mi donava la sua bocca&lt;br /&gt;mi diceva sono tua&lt;br /&gt;e nel sogno la baciai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-2080501127327385642?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HmgO1H6fkG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-353197405926214796</id><published>2011-04-04T23:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:17:49.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prohibido Prohibir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn7DjmPBITo/TaCGnmh12YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7D6v3Wfthhw/s1600/prohibido-prohibir-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vn7DjmPBITo/TaCGnmh12YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/7D6v3Wfthhw/s400/prohibido-prohibir-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593618752109664642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No me prohiban hacer cosas,&lt;br /&gt;porque mientras más me las prohiban,&lt;br /&gt;más las quiero hacer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia Aldunate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-353197405926214796?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/353197405926214796/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=353197405926214796' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/353197405926214796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/353197405926214796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCT_hvBQwHk/TWrh5FXkU_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/3YdBFaAwnzU/s1600/el%2Bpulento.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YCT_hvBQwHk/TWrh5FXkU_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/3YdBFaAwnzU/s400/el%2Bpulento.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578519459261600754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El poeta es un pequeño dios."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicente Huidobro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-428755445504490732?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/428755445504490732/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=428755445504490732' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6246319535264973534</id><published>2011-02-14T22:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:52:03.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The National - Bloodbuzz Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39uPeZ-5C-8/TlgHZ5qOaUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pW1JFUyJ3Sg/s1600/the-national-298x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-39uPeZ-5C-8/TlgHZ5qOaUI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/pW1JFUyJ3Sg/s400/the-national-298x225.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645270274464966978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up straight at the foot of your love&lt;br /&gt;I lift my shirt up&lt;br /&gt;Stand up straight at the foot of your love&lt;br /&gt;I lift my shirt up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees&lt;br /&gt;I'll never marry, but Ohio don't remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay my head on the hood of your car&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it too far&lt;br /&gt;Lay my head on the hood of your car&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe money to the money to the money I owe&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about love when I thought about home&lt;br /&gt;I still owe money to the money to the money I owe&lt;br /&gt;The floors are falling out from everybody I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;God I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was carried to Ohio in a swarm of bees&lt;br /&gt;I'll never marry but Ohio don't remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe money to the money to the money I owe&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about love when I thought about home&lt;br /&gt;I still owe money to the money to the money I owe&lt;br /&gt;The floors are falling out from everybody I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;br /&gt;God I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a blood buzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6246319535264973534?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6246319535264973534/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6246319535264973534' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6246319535264973534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TSEw6iw27uI/AAAAAAAAAXU/chtnCTS08hg/s1600/teillier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TSEw6iw27uI/AAAAAAAAAXU/chtnCTS08hg/s400/teillier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557777197474180834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Un día seremos leyenda, mientras tanto seamos felices.&lt;br /&gt;Llegó la medianoche y aun estamos vivos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Teillier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4017502152236566618?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4017502152236566618/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-2524793139712429741</id><published>2010-12-17T18:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:51:06.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen " A Thousand Kisses Deep"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RY2XYRL9pQk?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came to me this morning&lt;br /&gt;And you handled me like meat&lt;br /&gt;You’d have to be a man to know&lt;br /&gt;How good that feels, how sweet&lt;br /&gt;My mirrored twin, my next of kin&lt;br /&gt;I’d know you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;And who but you would take me in&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when you opened like a&lt;br /&gt;Lily to the heat&lt;br /&gt;You see I’m just another snowman&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet&lt;br /&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love&lt;br /&gt;His second hand physique&lt;br /&gt;With all he is, and all he was&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to lie to me&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;To pose all hot and hide behind&lt;br /&gt;The veils of shear deceit&lt;br /&gt;Our perfect porn aristocrat&lt;br /&gt;So elegant and cheap&lt;br /&gt;I’m old but I’m still into that&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m good at love, I’m good at hate&lt;br /&gt;It's in between I freeze&lt;br /&gt;Been working out, but its too late&lt;br /&gt;It’s been to late for years&lt;br /&gt;But you look good, you really do&lt;br /&gt;They love you on the street&lt;br /&gt;If I could move I’d kneel for you&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autumn moved across your skin&lt;br /&gt;Got something in my eye&lt;br /&gt;A light that doesn’t need to live&lt;br /&gt;And doesn’t need to die&lt;br /&gt;A riddle in the book of love&lt;br /&gt;Obscure and obsolete&lt;br /&gt;Until witnessed here in time and blood&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still working with the wine&lt;br /&gt;Still dancing cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;The band is playing Auld Lang Syne&lt;br /&gt;But the heart will not retreat&lt;br /&gt;I ran with Diz and I sang with Ray&lt;br /&gt;I never had their sweep&lt;br /&gt;But once or twice they let me play&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when you opened&lt;br /&gt;Like a lily to the heat&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm just another snowman&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet&lt;br /&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love&lt;br /&gt;His second hand physique&lt;br /&gt;With all he is, and all he was&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t need to hear me now&lt;br /&gt;And every word I speak&lt;br /&gt;It counts against me anyhow&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El poema se trata de aceptar las cosas que no podemos cambiar, y aceptar un camino que no exactamente podemos imaginar para nosotros mismos. &lt;br /&gt;Creo que hay un valor tranquilo en aceptar el camino que se pone delante de ti, como recoger tu corazón y ver más que mil besos de profundidad. &lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias al Señor Leonard Cohen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-2524793139712429741?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2524793139712429741/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=2524793139712429741' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/2524793139712429741'/><link rel='self' 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(Director's Cut) D...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CrWN0-MuK38?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sliding, she's sliding&lt;br /&gt;down to the dregs of the world&lt;br /&gt;She's fighting, she's fighting&lt;br /&gt;the urge to make sand of pearls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait&lt;br /&gt;and hell's too far to go&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between what you need&lt;br /&gt;and what you know&lt;br /&gt;And they are trying to drive&lt;br /&gt;the escalator into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hiding, she's hiding&lt;br /&gt;on a battleship of baggage and bones&lt;br /&gt;There's thunder, there's lightning&lt;br /&gt;and an avalanche of faces you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait&lt;br /&gt;and hell's too far to go&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between what you need&lt;br /&gt;and what you know&lt;br /&gt;And they are trying to drive&lt;br /&gt;the escalator into the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you left your credentials&lt;br /&gt;in a Greyhound station&lt;br /&gt;with a first aid kit and a flashlight&lt;br /&gt;going to a desert unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven can wait&lt;br /&gt;and hell's too far to go&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between what you need&lt;br /&gt;and you know&lt;br /&gt;And they are trying to drive&lt;br /&gt;the escalator into the ground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6436559859001768954?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6436559859001768954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6436559859001768954' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TKze7kS0r5I/AAAAAAAAAXI/17vaWgxQv4M/s72-c/dj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7196221572395156225</id><published>2010-09-24T17:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:32:23.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipi Chipi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TKzOvBW_GZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YOWgZcehRZE/s1600/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TKzOvBW_GZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YOWgZcehRZE/s400/paris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525018150090774930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo nunca fui a New York&lt;br /&gt;no sé lo que es París&lt;br /&gt;vivo bajo la tierra&lt;br /&gt;vivo dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no tengo un espejo&lt;br /&gt;no tengo un souvenir&lt;br /&gt;la lágrima me habla&lt;br /&gt;y está dentro de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sólo tengo esta pobre antena&lt;br /&gt;que me transmite lo que decís&lt;br /&gt;una canción, mi ilusión, mis penas,&lt;br /&gt;y este souvenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo subo la escalera&lt;br /&gt;yo cumplo una misión&lt;br /&gt;la lágrima me dice&lt;br /&gt;que yo tampoco soy&lt;br /&gt;la hija de una amor&lt;br /&gt;la hija del dolor&lt;br /&gt;la hija que no espera&lt;br /&gt;tu tiempo se acabó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si este dolor durará por siempre&lt;br /&gt;no digas nada vete de aquí&lt;br /&gt;porque yo estoy donde nunca voy&lt;br /&gt;donde nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tómalo con calma&lt;br /&gt;la cosa es así&lt;br /&gt;ya se hace de noche&lt;br /&gt;me tengo que ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chipi chipi chipi&lt;br /&gt;chipi bombón bombón&lt;br /&gt;bombón&lt;br /&gt;chipi chipi bombón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te pienso esperar por siempre&lt;br /&gt;porque el mercurio lo tengo aquí&lt;br /&gt;ya no digas más palabras, men&lt;br /&gt;ya me voy de aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no te olvides nunca que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción durará por siempre&lt;br /&gt;por eso mismo yo la hice así&lt;br /&gt;una canción sin amor&lt;br /&gt;sin dolor&lt;br /&gt;la canción sin fin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charly García&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7196221572395156225?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7196221572395156225/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7196221572395156225' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4609760273891823398</id><published>2010-09-16T11:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T12:16:32.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Gusta El Vino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TJ0RkmZTw2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1AOmmvhplDE/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/TJ0RkmZTw2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/1AOmmvhplDE/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520588038705759074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me gusta el vino&lt;br /&gt;porque el vino es hueno&lt;br /&gt;pero cuando el agua&lt;br /&gt;brota pura y cristalina&lt;br /&gt;de la madre tierra&lt;br /&gt;más me gusta el vino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino&lt;br /&gt;porque el vino es tinto&lt;br /&gt;y porque sale chorreando de lauva&lt;br /&gt;poque tiene sabor a campo lindo&lt;br /&gt;y a la negra buena moza que me gusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino&lt;br /&gt;porque el vino es hueno&lt;br /&gt;porque lo saca el trabajo de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;porque emborracha cuando uno ta sereno&lt;br /&gt;y porque alegra cuando uno tiene pena&lt;br /&gt;porque chicotea cuando uno anda de lacho&lt;br /&gt;por ahí y no se anima&lt;br /&gt;cuando canta en la rodaja de una espuela&lt;br /&gt;o dibuja en pintita&lt;br /&gt;la enagua de una china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino por eso porque es vino&lt;br /&gt;y porque ta en el aro de la cueca&lt;br /&gt;porque ta en el descanso del camino&lt;br /&gt;y en la mesa querida de mi vieja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino&lt;br /&gt;porque me hizo llorar por nose poronde&lt;br /&gt;cuando salí a tomar una vez&lt;br /&gt;por ahí con los amigos&lt;br /&gt;y traté de mostrar, me acuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;que ya era un hombre&lt;br /&gt;cuando no se me secaba ni el ombligo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino porque me hizo daño&lt;br /&gt;cuando me tocó el olvido hace algún tiempo&lt;br /&gt;cuando pasé tomando, me acuerdo, casi un año&lt;br /&gt;y no pude arrancármela de aentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino porque no jue vicio&lt;br /&gt;más bien fue una lección bien aprendida&lt;br /&gt;la vida noh exige sacrificio&lt;br /&gt;y no puede andar por ahí uno tirando la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allá va la muerte me esta esperando&lt;br /&gt;allá y debajo de la enrramada&lt;br /&gt;allá va debajo de la enrramada&lt;br /&gt;allá va y esperando a que yo pase&lt;br /&gt;allá va pa pegarme una agarrada&lt;br /&gt;allá va la muerte me está esperando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino porque estoi contento&lt;br /&gt;porque puse otro cuento en la guitarra&lt;br /&gt;porque puedo cantar con sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;de las cosas y la gente de mi patria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino al lao del asao&lt;br /&gt;de las papas cocía' la ensala'&lt;br /&gt;al lao del ají y del pebre cuchareao&lt;br /&gt;ese tan rico que hacía mi mamá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino el sábado en la tarde&lt;br /&gt;y me gusta con harina&lt;br /&gt;el domingo en la mañana&lt;br /&gt;y pa que no me deje feo mi compadre&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el vino casi toa la semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allá va la muerte me está esperando&lt;br /&gt;allá y debajo de la enrramada&lt;br /&gt;allá va debajo de la enrramada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaya un consejo en serio ahora&lt;br /&gt;pal que quiera&lt;br /&gt;hay que medirse pa tomar sin propasarse&lt;br /&gt;yo por ejemplo de la guata hasta la pera&lt;br /&gt;hago seis litros y cuarto sin envase&lt;br /&gt;y eso sería too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allá va y esperando a que yo pase&lt;br /&gt;allá va pa pegarme una agarrada&lt;br /&gt;allá va la muerte me esta esperando"  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tito Fernández, alias El Temucano.&lt;div 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Lavie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2_HXUhShhmY/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A pretty flower in a vase&lt;br /&gt;A slipper by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;A cello lying in its case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she’s down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Her morning elegance she wears&lt;br /&gt;The sound of water makes her dream&lt;br /&gt;Awoken by a cloud of steam&lt;br /&gt;She pours a daydream in a cup&lt;br /&gt;A spoon of sugar sweetens up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And she goes…&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A winter melody she plays&lt;br /&gt;The thunder makes her contemplate&lt;br /&gt;She hears a noise behind the gate&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a letter with a dove&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a stranger she could love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And She goes…&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;And she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;Where people are pleasently strange&lt;br /&gt;And counting the change&lt;br /&gt;And she goes…&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1294543017768391255?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6663165146219148434</id><published>2010-04-20T21:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:33:55.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S85TE9lLrOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Lrpjmvz7yVw/s1600/twin-peaks-red-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S85TE9lLrOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Lrpjmvz7yVw/s400/twin-peaks-red-room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462394742762089698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes it's difficult to put in words or even think what it is that we are all looking for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Lynch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6663165146219148434?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6663165146219148434/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6663165146219148434' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6663165146219148434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6663165146219148434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-its-difficult-to-put-in-words.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S85TE9lLrOI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Lrpjmvz7yVw/s72-c/twin-peaks-red-room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-84295880923051063</id><published>2010-03-16T21:19:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:51:35.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reggaetón post-terremoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S6AhlUqyoCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jRr0O2PFy-8/s1600-h/the_mona_lisa_reggaeton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S6AhlUqyoCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jRr0O2PFy-8/s400/the_mona_lisa_reggaeton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449392474205364258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoy la pena pasó &lt;br /&gt;sigue bailando &lt;br /&gt;que yo seguiré cantándote&lt;br /&gt;Ya se olvidó &lt;br /&gt;y la tormenta pasó&lt;br /&gt;Abre tu corazón, &lt;br /&gt;la vida se hizo para sembrar amor.&lt;br /&gt;(Esto es croni-k)&lt;br /&gt;Y no se deprima     &lt;br /&gt;Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;Tira para arriba      &lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeehh&lt;br /&gt;Carga vitaminas     &lt;br /&gt;oooooohh&lt;br /&gt;Disfruta la vida&lt;br /&gt;(Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En momentos de crisis, problemas  y tristezas&lt;br /&gt;No te eches a morir levanta la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Sea cual sea la situación&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda que en la vida todo tiene solución&lt;br /&gt;Escucha bien escucha bien que la vida es muy linda&lt;br /&gt;Contra lo que sea hermano, no se rinda,&lt;br /&gt;Siga bailando y vacilando&lt;br /&gt;Como dijo Celia las penas se van cantando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se rinda (nooo) vamos brinda&lt;br /&gt;Todos arriba que la fiesta siga&lt;br /&gt;Baila como quiera y levanta la bandera&lt;br /&gt;Por la paz de este mundo pueblos y tierra&lt;br /&gt;Contágiate de energía que hay que vivir la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se deprima     &lt;br /&gt;Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;Tira para arriba      &lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeehh&lt;br /&gt;Carga vitaminas     &lt;br /&gt;oooooohh&lt;br /&gt;Disfruta la vida&lt;br /&gt;(Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si en esta vida hay problemas, dale, piensa y sigue&lt;br /&gt;Si la amargura esta matando deja que se olvide&lt;br /&gt;No hay conflicto que no tenga solución&lt;br /&gt;Una manera de olvidar la situación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se deprima hace a un lado las penas&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie sabe cuando el señor nos lleva&lt;br /&gt;Disfruta a tu madre, a tu padre, a tus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Abuelos, hijos, hermanos y primos&lt;br /&gt;Dale conmigo arriba las manos&lt;br /&gt;Vive lo bueno al carajo con lo malo&lt;br /&gt;Abre los brazos abre el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Dale vida al mundo entregando amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no te eches a morir&lt;br /&gt;Que lo monetario no es el fin&lt;br /&gt;Tarde o temprano los problemas ya no van a existir&lt;br /&gt;Y si esta nublado el sol va a salir&lt;br /&gt;Aquí aquí aquí&lt;br /&gt;Se vino a vacilar y no a sufrir&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco a dormir&lt;br /&gt;Hazlo así&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo malo déjalo ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la pena pasó sigue bailando que yo seguiré cantándote&lt;br /&gt;Ya se olvido y la tormenta pasó&lt;br /&gt;Abre tu corazón, la vida se hizo para sembrar amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se deprima     &lt;br /&gt;Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;Tira para arriba      &lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeehh&lt;br /&gt;Carga vitaminas     &lt;br /&gt;oooooohh&lt;br /&gt;Disfruta la vida&lt;br /&gt;(Bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola may que es la que hay&lt;br /&gt;La vida hay que vivirla con style&lt;br /&gt;Alegría tristezas triunfos y errores&lt;br /&gt;Nos enseñan día a día a ser mejores&lt;br /&gt;Vive la vida con alegría&lt;br /&gt;No se deprima manos arriba&lt;br /&gt;Todos unidos como familia&lt;br /&gt;Latinoamérica unida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenida a la salida&lt;br /&gt;De los problemas y la rutina&lt;br /&gt;Para que no se deprima  (no no)&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta música anima&lt;br /&gt;Y te cambia la vida&lt;br /&gt;Usted ya siga&lt;br /&gt;Entrega tu corazón pa' que te sane la herida&lt;br /&gt;Si quiere invita una amiga (cuando diga)&lt;br /&gt;Para que Dios la bendiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se deprima    &lt;br /&gt;Noooooo&lt;br /&gt;Tira para arriba      &lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeehh&lt;br /&gt;Carga vitaminas     &lt;br /&gt;oooooohh&lt;br /&gt;Disfruta la vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriba la Vida, Croni-K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-84295880923051063?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/84295880923051063/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=84295880923051063' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/84295880923051063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/84295880923051063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-fascina-el-raggeton.html' title='Reggaetón post-terremoto'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S6AhlUqyoCI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jRr0O2PFy-8/s72-c/the_mona_lisa_reggaeton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7843726357589845686</id><published>2010-02-11T22:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:42:14.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Itaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S3Sx6FWFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/b1YMJBNIhKk/s1600-h/itaca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S3Sx6FWFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/b1YMJBNIhKk/s400/itaca2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437166261568357186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuando emprendas tu viaje a Itaca&lt;br /&gt;pide que el camino sea largo,&lt;br /&gt;lleno de aventuras, lleno de experiencias.&lt;br /&gt;no temas a los Lestrigones ni a los Cíclopes,&lt;br /&gt;ni al colérico Poseidón,&lt;br /&gt;seres tales jamás hallarás en tu camino,&lt;br /&gt;si tu pensar es elevado, si selecta&lt;br /&gt;es la emoción que toca tu espíritu y tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ni a los Lestrigones ni a los Cíclopes&lt;br /&gt;ni al salvaje Poseidón encontrarás,&lt;br /&gt;si no lo llevas dentro de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;si no los yergue tu alma ante ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pide que el camino sea largo.&lt;br /&gt;Que sean muchas las mañanas de verano&lt;br /&gt;en que llegues -¡con qué placer y alegría!-&lt;br /&gt;a puertos antes nunca vistos.&lt;br /&gt;Detente en los emporios de Fenicia&lt;br /&gt;y hazte con hermosas mercancías,&lt;br /&gt;nacar y coral, ámbar y ébano&lt;br /&gt;y toda suerte de perfumes voluptuosos,&lt;br /&gt;cuantos más abundantes perfumes voluptuosos puedas.&lt;br /&gt;Ve a muchas ciudades egipcias&lt;br /&gt;a aprender de sus sabios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten siempre a Itaca en tu pensamiento.&lt;br /&gt;Tu llegada allí es tu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Mas no apresures nunca el viaje.&lt;br /&gt;mejor que dure muchos años&lt;br /&gt;y atracar, viejo ya, en la isla,&lt;br /&gt;enriquecido de cuanto ganaste en el camino&lt;br /&gt;sin aguardar a que Itaca te enriquezca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itaca te brindó tan hermoso viaje.&lt;br /&gt;Sin ella no habrías emprendido el camino.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no tiene ya nada que darte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque la halles pobre, Itaca no te ha engañado.&lt;br /&gt;Así, sabio como te has vuelto, con tanta experiencia,&lt;br /&gt;entenderás ya qué significan las Itacas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantino Cafavis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7843726357589845686?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7843726357589845686/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7843726357589845686' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7843726357589845686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7843726357589845686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2010/02/itaca.html' title='Itaca'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/S3Sx6FWFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/b1YMJBNIhKk/s72-c/itaca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6681921051185337263</id><published>2009-12-31T20:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:07:00.062-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando me enamoro se me abren todos los hoyos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/Sz0uOBND8HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sX237HbqGH0/s1600-h/El+fabricante+de+hoyos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/Sz0uOBND8HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sX237HbqGH0/s400/El+fabricante+de+hoyos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421540344800211058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me enamoro se me abren todos los hoyos&lt;br /&gt;Los hoyos de los poros de la piel se me abren &lt;br /&gt;y siento realmente el espacio que me circunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los hoyos de las orejas se me abren&lt;br /&gt;y me dan ganas de escuchar música clásica&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando la oigo,&lt;br /&gt;se me abren los hoyos de los lagrimales y me dan ganas de llorar&lt;br /&gt;y se me abren los hoyos de las narices y se me caen los mocos de pura emoción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me abren los hoyos de los ojos y veo muchos más colores&lt;br /&gt;de los que percibía antes, cuando no estaba abierta de hoyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6681921051185337263?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6681921051185337263/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6681921051185337263' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6681921051185337263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6681921051185337263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/12/cuando-me-enamoro-se-me-abren-todos-los.html' title='Cuando me enamoro se me abren todos los hoyos'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/Sz0uOBND8HI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sX237HbqGH0/s72-c/El+fabricante+de+hoyos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-8371397818748346568</id><published>2009-12-12T18:49:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:55:13.484-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LOBSTER KILLERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SyQRO3ufycI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YvfqQmbU1Ok/s1600-h/thelma_420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SyQRO3ufycI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YvfqQmbU1Ok/s400/thelma_420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414471599180990914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De vez en cuando me gusta detener el tiempo. La última vez que lo hice iba en un auto humeante con mi amiga Sofía. Avanzábamos atrasadas y el incendio incipiente no nos dejaba seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La preocupación se desvaneció cuando empezó a sonar una hilarante canción surfista que apareció como el telón de fondo perfecto para la escena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los vecinos de carretera comenzaron a hacernos señas, mirando sorprendidos nuestras carcajadas por la comedia trágica de un auto enorme con pasado distinguido y la inexperticia mecánica de sus ocupantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Días después le conté la historia a unos magos que la pusieron en escena justo frente a mis ojos con pañuelos rojos. Mi conjuro se hizo realidad, había congelado el tiempo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a Alejandra Ugarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-8371397818748346568?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8371397818748346568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=8371397818748346568' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/8371397818748346568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/8371397818748346568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/12/lobster-killers.html' title='LOBSTER KILLERS'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SyQRO3ufycI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YvfqQmbU1Ok/s72-c/thelma_420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3813244468001277915</id><published>2009-11-28T17:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T15:01:24.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SxGFbjsh8AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vB4co_M4wY0/s1600/Changes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SxGFbjsh8AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vB4co_M4wY0/s400/Changes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409251335933652994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Si haces lo que siempre has hecho, continuarás obteniendo lo que siempre has obtenido. Para conseguir algo diferente, haz algo diferente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentina Orrego citando a Deepak Chopra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3813244468001277915?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3813244468001277915/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3813244468001277915' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3813244468001277915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3813244468001277915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SxGFbjsh8AI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vB4co_M4wY0/s72-c/Changes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-1269327498027552727</id><published>2009-11-17T22:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:34:21.321-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lucha De Gigantes" Nacha Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SwNMxgxWi1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/QAUY8F7ce6M/s1600/sofia+9+276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SwNMxgxWi1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/QAUY8F7ce6M/s400/sofia+9+276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405248391268961106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucha de gigantes&lt;br /&gt;convierte,&lt;br /&gt;el aire en gas natural&lt;br /&gt;un duelo salvaje&lt;br /&gt;advierte,&lt;br /&gt;lo cerca que ando de entrar&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo descomunal&lt;br /&gt;siento mi fragilidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya pesadilla&lt;br /&gt;corriendo,&lt;br /&gt;con una bestia detrás&lt;br /&gt;dime que es mentira todo,&lt;br /&gt;un sueño tonto y no más&lt;br /&gt;Me da miedo la enormidad&lt;br /&gt;donde nadie oye mi voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja de engañar&lt;br /&gt;no quieras ocultar&lt;br /&gt;que has pasado sin tropezar&lt;br /&gt;monstruo de papel&lt;br /&gt;no sé contra quién voy&lt;br /&gt;¿o es que acaso hay alguien más aquí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los fantasmas terribles&lt;br /&gt;de algún extraño lugar&lt;br /&gt;y en mis tonterías&lt;br /&gt;PARA HACER TU RISA ESTALLAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo descomunal&lt;br /&gt;siento tu fragilidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja de engañar&lt;br /&gt;no quieras ocultar&lt;br /&gt;que has pasado sin tropezar&lt;br /&gt;monstruo de papel&lt;br /&gt;no se contra quién voy&lt;br /&gt;¿o es que acaso hay alguien más aquí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que pasemos sin miedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1269327498027552727?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1269327498027552727/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=1269327498027552727' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1269327498027552727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1269327498027552727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/11/lucha-de-gigantes-nacha-pop.html' title='&quot;Lucha De Gigantes&quot; Nacha Pop'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SwNMxgxWi1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/QAUY8F7ce6M/s72-c/sofia+9+276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6425065989423384585</id><published>2009-11-08T17:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:55:07.690-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SvcmWiFAprI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S-QTO2TDbnU/s1600-h/vt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SvcmWiFAprI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S-QTO2TDbnU/s400/vt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401828446600996530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El que no vive enamorado, es mejor que se marche de este mundo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volodia Teiteilboin en la Feria del Libro 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6425065989423384585?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6425065989423384585/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6425065989423384585' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6425065989423384585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6425065989423384585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-que-no-vive-enamorado-es-mejor-que.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SvcmWiFAprI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S-QTO2TDbnU/s72-c/vt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3458006168914781647</id><published>2009-10-01T21:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:00:33.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistiré</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SsYjcNVUR7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/mThdE-9XWZo/s1600-h/atame2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SsYjcNVUR7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/mThdE-9XWZo/s400/atame2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388032971717756850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cuando pierda todas las partidas &lt;br /&gt;cuando duerma con la soledad, &lt;br /&gt;cuando se me cierren las salidas &lt;br /&gt;y la noche no me deje en paz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sienta miedo del silencio, &lt;br /&gt;cuando cueste mantenerse en pie, &lt;br /&gt;cuando se rebelen los recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;y me pongan contra la pared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistiré erguido frente a todo,&lt;br /&gt;me volveré de hierro para endurecer la piel,&lt;br /&gt;y aunque los vientos de la vida soplen fuerte, &lt;br /&gt;soy como el junco que se dobla pero siempre sigue en pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistiré para seguir viviendo &lt;br /&gt;soportaré los golpes y jamás me rendiré &lt;br /&gt;y aunque los sueños se me rompan en pedazos, &lt;br /&gt;resistiré , resistiré. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el mundo pierda toda magia, &lt;br /&gt;cuando mi enemigo sea yo, &lt;br /&gt;cuando me apuñale la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;y no reconozca ni mi voz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me amenace la locura &lt;br /&gt;cuando en mi moneda salga cruz, &lt;br /&gt;cuando el diablo pase la factura &lt;br /&gt;o si alguna vez me faltas tú. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resistiré erguido frente a todo, &lt;br /&gt;me volveré de hierro para endurecer la piel,&lt;br /&gt;y aunque los vientos de la vida soplen fuerte, &lt;br /&gt;soy como el junco que se dobla pero siempre sigue en pie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Resistiré para seguir viviendo &lt;br /&gt; soportaré los golpes y jamas me rendiré &lt;br /&gt;y aunque los sueños se me rompan en pedazos, &lt;br /&gt;resistiré , resistiré....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duo Dinámico. Los españoles saben hacer buen pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3458006168914781647?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3458006168914781647/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3458006168914781647' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3458006168914781647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3458006168914781647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/10/resistire.html' title='Resistiré'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SsYjcNVUR7I/AAAAAAAAAUU/mThdE-9XWZo/s72-c/atame2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-2945582337613789210</id><published>2009-09-17T16:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:03:07.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cueca picante III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SrKjM3vmzSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MHOOT55kW3o/s1600-h/cueca1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SrKjM3vmzSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MHOOT55kW3o/s400/cueca1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382543946178546978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me gusta la buena vida, la fiesta y los cahuines&lt;br /&gt;Pero más me gustan las minas que se le traslucen los churrines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta bailar la cueca con una pierna bien arregla’&lt;br /&gt;Pero no falta la hueona hueca que no te agancha por asopa’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace un ratito tomé un trago y tuve cuea’ comí filete&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora estoy que me cago, se me olvidó que andaba churrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si viniste a la fonda, mierda, y el 18 andaí celebrando&lt;br /&gt;Si no te bailaí una cueca de aquí mismito te vay cagando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos juimo’, mierda, con todos esos hueoncitos que no saben bailar cueca&lt;br /&gt;Y los que no tengan pañuelo, con confort, culiao’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Hui Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la parte de la invitación&lt;br /&gt;El varón se acerca a la dama a invitarla a un pie de cueca&lt;br /&gt;Tome el brazo de la dama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora viene el paseo&lt;br /&gt;Es una huea’ tan simple como que vay con la hueona pa’ cá pa’ llá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora  vienen los aplausos&lt;br /&gt;Tú quedaí al frente y la mina aplaudiendo, mirándola a los ojos (no a las tetas)&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que el hueón empiece a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larai Larai Lararara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora empieza, este es el inicio de la vuelta&lt;br /&gt;comienza una gran vuelta completa&lt;br /&gt;regresando a donde estaban los 2 hueones al principio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego viene el escobillao’&lt;br /&gt;Que es la parte juerte de la primera parte&lt;br /&gt;El movimiento es en media luna&lt;br /&gt;El varón sigue a la dama el costado que ella elija, hueón&lt;br /&gt;¡Ella manda esta huea’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El paso es suavecito ambos bailarines arrastran los pies en punta&lt;br /&gt;Cruzando las piernas, hueón&lt;br /&gt;En caso cualquier huea’ que se te salga un peo&lt;br /&gt;Tenís que cruzarlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apronta la primera vuelta&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el hueón que está cantando grita &lt;br /&gt;hueltaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos se separan levemente e inician una vuelta en ocho&lt;br /&gt;Esta huea’ tiene que ir junto con el cepillao’&lt;br /&gt;Es una arrastrá de los pies entrecruzaditos&lt;br /&gt;Pero como preparándote para el zapateo que viene&lt;br /&gt;Ojo que viene la vuelta acá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El zapateo en media luna&lt;br /&gt;El varón golpea fuertemente el piso con su taco&lt;br /&gt;En la dama el zapateo es suavecito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora nos vamos acercando al final&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la última vuelta&lt;br /&gt;Entonces quedan los dos tortolitos juntos de la mano&lt;br /&gt;¿Viste que era fácil la huea’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora si querís le tocaí el poto a la mina y te la llevaí a un motel &lt;br /&gt;pero la cueca la aprendiste la raja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a Los Picantes  "Aprende a bailar la cueca culiao’".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-2945582337613789210?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2945582337613789210/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=2945582337613789210' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/2945582337613789210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/2945582337613789210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/09/cueca-picante-iii_17.html' title='cueca picante III'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SrKjM3vmzSI/AAAAAAAAAUE/MHOOT55kW3o/s72-c/cueca1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-898909148950786007</id><published>2009-06-13T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:06:31.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SjQAB6SdQwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/KQySbsfRdp8/s1600-h/elvis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SjQAB6SdQwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/KQySbsfRdp8/s400/elvis1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346898690422162178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's now or never".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Presley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-898909148950786007?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/898909148950786007/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=898909148950786007' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/898909148950786007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/898909148950786007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-now-or-never.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SjQAB6SdQwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/KQySbsfRdp8/s72-c/elvis1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-8353595812877579732</id><published>2009-05-09T15:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:59:14.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SgXghNiAynI/AAAAAAAAATk/xvu0LPMBhzE/s1600-h/violeta+parra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SgXghNiAynI/AAAAAAAAATk/xvu0LPMBhzE/s400/violeta+parra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333916194862844530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Me dio dos luceros que, cuando los abro,&lt;br /&gt;perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco,&lt;br /&gt;y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado&lt;br /&gt;y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Me ha dado el oído que, en todo su ancho,&lt;br /&gt;graba noche y día grillos y canarios;&lt;br /&gt;martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos,&lt;br /&gt;y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario,&lt;br /&gt;con él las palabras que pienso y declaro:&lt;br /&gt;madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando&lt;br /&gt;la ruta del alma del que estoy amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados;&lt;br /&gt;con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,&lt;br /&gt;playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos,&lt;br /&gt;y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Me dio el corazón que agita su marco&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano;&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el bueno tan lejos del malo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando miro el fondo de tus ojos claros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto.&lt;br /&gt;Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto,&lt;br /&gt;los dos materiales que forman mi canto,&lt;br /&gt;y el canto de ustedes que es el mismo canto&lt;br /&gt;y el canto de todos, que es mi propio canto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violeta Parra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-8353595812877579732?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8353595812877579732/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=8353595812877579732' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/8353595812877579732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/8353595812877579732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/05/gracias-la-vida-que-me-ha-dado-tanto.html' title='Gracias a la vida'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SgXghNiAynI/AAAAAAAAATk/xvu0LPMBhzE/s72-c/violeta+parra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4113626817696129702</id><published>2009-05-01T19:43:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:39:47.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ella"   Bebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SfuVyZFUUdI/AAAAAAAAATc/27DHbOETQqw/s1600-h/Bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SfuVyZFUUdI/AAAAAAAAATc/27DHbOETQqw/s400/Bebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331019276882301394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella se ha cansado de tirar la toalla&lt;br /&gt;se va quitando poco a poco telarañas&lt;br /&gt;No ha dormio' esta noche, pero no está cansa'&lt;br /&gt;No miró ningún espejo, pero se siente toa guapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ella se ha puesto color en las pestañas &lt;br /&gt;Hoy le gusta su sonrisa no se siente extraña &lt;br /&gt;Hoy sueña lo que quiere sin preocuparse por nada&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es una muje' que se da cuenta de su alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es sólo para ti &lt;br /&gt;que nadie puede hacerte daño, nadie puede hacerte daño&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a comprender que el miedo se puede romper &lt;br /&gt;con un solo portazo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a reír porque tus ojos se han cansao' de ser llanto,&lt;br /&gt;de ser llanto&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conseguir reírte hasta de ti y ver que lo has lograo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a ser la muje' que te de la puta gana de ser&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te vas a querer como nadie te ha sabio' querer&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a mirar pa' lante que pa' atrás ya te dolió bastante&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer valiente, una mujer sonriente mira como pasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no has sido la mujer perfecta que esperaban &lt;br /&gt;has roto sin pudores&lt;br /&gt;las reglas marcadas&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ha calzao' tacones para hacer sonar sus pasos&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sabe que su vida nunca más será un fracaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es sólo para ti &lt;br /&gt;que nadie puede hacerte daño nadie, puede hacerte daño&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conquistar el cielo sin mirar lo alto que queda del suelo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a ser feliz aunque el invierno sea frío y sea largo, &lt;br /&gt;y sea largo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conseguir reírte hasta de ti y ver que lo has lograo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ver a ver a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a descubrir que el mundo es sólo para ti &lt;br /&gt;que nadie puede hacerte daño nadie puede hacerte daño&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a comprender que el miedo se puede romper &lt;br /&gt;con un solo portazo&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a reír porque tus ojos se han cansao de ser llanto&lt;br /&gt;de ser llanto&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vas a conseguir reírte hasta de ti y ver que lo has lograo'¡coño!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4113626817696129702?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4113626817696129702/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=4113626817696129702' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4113626817696129702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4113626817696129702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/05/ella-de-bebe.html' title='&quot;Ella&quot;   Bebe'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SfuVyZFUUdI/AAAAAAAAATc/27DHbOETQqw/s72-c/Bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3154553881336479162</id><published>2009-02-03T20:25:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:33:08.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SYjUihGCApI/AAAAAAAAATE/F1PSnWRWqYA/s1600-h/pizarnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SYjUihGCApI/AAAAAAAAATE/F1PSnWRWqYA/s400/pizarnik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298718651065696914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No importa si cuando llama el amor&lt;br /&gt;yo estoy muerta.&lt;br /&gt;Vendré.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre vendré&lt;br /&gt;si alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;llama el amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra Pizarnik, texto publicado por primera y única vez&lt;br /&gt;en la revista bonaerense "Poesía = Poesía" en 1959.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3154553881336479162?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3154553881336479162/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3154553881336479162' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3154553881336479162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3154553881336479162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/poema-ii.html' title='Poema II'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SYjUihGCApI/AAAAAAAAATE/F1PSnWRWqYA/s72-c/pizarnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-1158244166414679914</id><published>2009-02-01T12:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:48:46.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zelig (personalidad multiple o descripción de mis heteronomios)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SYXK_k8oLqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gZYP2ooxXcE/s1600-h/pdad+multiple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SYXK_k8oLqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gZYP2ooxXcE/s400/pdad+multiple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297863730269793954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Vino a desordenar el mundo (en búsqueda de nuevos órdenes), aprehende de los cambios de la vida y se sorprende con lo simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniela Díaz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mujer optimista, ingenua, volada, que vive en lo imaginario más que en la realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianela Matusalem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Con una visión de mundo oriental, ve la sensualidad como parte de lo trascendente en el ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Amelia Aldunate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Atea, vino al mundo a cuestionar todos los canones impuestos por la cultura de la cual nos tocó ser parte en un momento histórico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Violeta Vargas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mujer apegada a su tierra natal, pesimista, depresiva, escribe en contra del machismo, pero no es feminista, trabaja por la igualdad social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Matilde Matta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Artista visual, en sus poemas hace de lo cotidiano un paralelo con objetos de arte visual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Raúl Rosso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Cineasta, el diario vivir lo percibe como escenas de películas, su norte es contar historias que conmuevan y dar a conocer paradigmas diferentes del occidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Néstor Norambuena:&lt;br /&gt;Crítico de literatura, genera polémica y discusiones en torno a ella, que lleva al retorno del deseo de leer para tener un punto de vista propio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tomando la idea de Danitza alias Danube,&lt;br /&gt;a la cual le están creciendo alas en el hemisferio norte).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1158244166414679914?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1158244166414679914/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=1158244166414679914' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1158244166414679914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1158244166414679914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2009/02/zelig-descripcion-de-mis-heteronomios.html' title='Zelig (personalidad multiple o descripción de mis heteronomios)'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SYXK_k8oLqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/gZYP2ooxXcE/s72-c/pdad+multiple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3457098931015490566</id><published>2008-12-31T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:23:04.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonata a Kreutzer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SV0YC4qtSrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hjmAqNynA18/s1600-h/seed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SV0YC4qtSrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hjmAqNynA18/s400/seed2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286407975453149874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...per viure honradament és necessari rompre's, confondre's, lluitar, equivocar-se,&lt;br /&gt;comencar i abandonar, i comencar de nou i de nou abandonar,&lt;br /&gt;lluitar eternament i patir privacions.&lt;br /&gt;La tranquil-litat és una baixesa moral..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"...para vivir honrádamente es necesario desgarrarse, confundirse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;luchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, equivocarse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;empezar y abandonar, y de nuevo empezar y de nuevo abandonar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;luchar eternamente y sufrir privaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;La tranquilidad es una bajeza moral..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a León Tolstoi, "Sonata a Kreutzer",&lt;br /&gt;obra de teatro en catalán que ví en Barcelona en octubre de 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3457098931015490566?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3457098931015490566/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3457098931015490566' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3457098931015490566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3457098931015490566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/12/sonata-kreutzer.html' title='Sonata a Kreutzer'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SV0YC4qtSrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hjmAqNynA18/s72-c/seed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-2703673880921751367</id><published>2008-12-20T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:12:43.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>suicidio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SU0QmrRrFII/AAAAAAAAASk/Ps4wqoWGZ58/s1600-h/puente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SU0QmrRrFII/AAAAAAAAASk/Ps4wqoWGZ58/s400/puente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281896194613384322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La otra noche un hombre se quería tirar al río Mapocho&lt;br /&gt;desde el puente Loreto.&lt;br /&gt;Con la Villa y la Natalia lo salvamos de morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego, me vino a la cabeza esa canción de Felo al suicida que dice&lt;br /&gt;"Señor no se suicide, hay 2 mil millones de mujeres en el mundo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelie agregaría "la belleza está en todas partes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolaño diría&lt;br /&gt;"Un ojo que por querer olvidar algo, ha terminado por olvidarlo todo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-2703673880921751367?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/2703673880921751367/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=2703673880921751367' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/2703673880921751367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/2703673880921751367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/12/suicidio.html' title='suicidio'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SU0QmrRrFII/AAAAAAAAASk/Ps4wqoWGZ58/s72-c/puente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6650842654844926119</id><published>2008-11-22T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:39:46.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SSiuNGF_xoI/AAAAAAAAASc/oVrtZVSnjdg/s1600-h/juan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SSiuNGF_xoI/AAAAAAAAASc/oVrtZVSnjdg/s400/juan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271654903834461826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quiero entrar en el blanco espacio de mi conciencia vacía."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Downey, 1977, frase de meditación cuando vivía con los Yanomami en el Amazonas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6650842654844926119?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6650842654844926119/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6650842654844926119' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6650842654844926119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6650842654844926119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiero-entrar-en-el-blanco-espacio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SSiuNGF_xoI/AAAAAAAAASc/oVrtZVSnjdg/s72-c/juan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7347310354698892819</id><published>2008-09-27T11:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:12:43.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see clearly now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/ScwZ59y1AUI/AAAAAAAAATU/jyh_KsdAtKQ/s1600-h/Little+Miss+Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/ScwZ59y1AUI/AAAAAAAAATU/jyh_KsdAtKQ/s400/Little+Miss+Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317653743648702786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see clearly now the rain has gone&lt;br /&gt;I can see all obstacules in my way&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it now the pain has gone&lt;br /&gt;And all of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;here is the rainboow I've been praying for&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look all around there's nothing but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;Look straight ahead nothing but blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it now the pain has gone&lt;br /&gt;And all of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now the rain has gone&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ramblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7347310354698892819?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7347310354698892819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7347310354698892819' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7347310354698892819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7347310354698892819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-see-clearly-now.html' title='I can see clearly now'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/ScwZ59y1AUI/AAAAAAAAATU/jyh_KsdAtKQ/s72-c/Little+Miss+Sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-1307396669390715097</id><published>2008-09-06T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:02:07.567-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cueca brava II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SMMxws3p1sI/AAAAAAAAANI/-zZO6qqGkAw/s1600-h/CUECA.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SMMxws3p1sI/AAAAAAAAANI/-zZO6qqGkAw/s400/CUECA.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243089103937459906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitación&lt;br /&gt;Agujoneo&lt;br /&gt;Palmoteo&lt;br /&gt;Hacer ochos con el pañuelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vuelta en ocho inicial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cueca brava simbolizas&lt;br /&gt;cómo se mueve la gallina&lt;br /&gt;para que el gallo la siga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;arrastra'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vuelta en 180°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si la gallina no se mueve&lt;br /&gt;no pasa na'&lt;br /&gt;cepilla'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vuelta en 180°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres la danza del matriarcado&lt;br /&gt;donde la mujer provoca al hombre&lt;br /&gt;para que él la siga&lt;br /&gt;póngale zapateao' mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vuelta en 180°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la gallina es&lt;br /&gt;arrastra'&lt;br /&gt;cepilla'&lt;br /&gt;zapatea'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero si la gallina no se mueve&lt;br /&gt;no pasa na'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vuelta en 360° final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violeta Vargas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1307396669390715097?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1307396669390715097/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=1307396669390715097' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1307396669390715097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1307396669390715097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/09/cueca-querida-ii.html' title='cueca brava II'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SMMxws3p1sI/AAAAAAAAANI/-zZO6qqGkAw/s72-c/CUECA.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3547634003737694437</id><published>2008-08-01T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:01:33.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>porque escribí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/ScwXT9ApDBI/AAAAAAAAATM/PUeJoI_9zM0/s1600-h/lihn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/ScwXT9ApDBI/AAAAAAAAATM/PUeJoI_9zM0/s400/lihn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317650891579919378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahora que quizás, en un año de calma,&lt;br /&gt;piense: la poesía me sirvió para esto:&lt;br /&gt;no pude ser feliz, ello me fue negado,&lt;br /&gt;pero escribí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribí: fui la víctima&lt;br /&gt;de la mendicidad y el orgullo mezclados&lt;br /&gt;y ajusticié también a unos pocos lectores;&lt;br /&gt;tendí la mano en puertas que nunca, nunca he visto;&lt;br /&gt;una muchacha cayó, en otro mundo, a mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la vida tomé todas estas palabras&lt;br /&gt;como un niño oropel, guijarros junto al río:&lt;br /&gt;las cosas de una magia, perfectamente inútiles&lt;br /&gt;pero que siempre vuelven a renovar su encanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque escribí no estuve en casa del verdugo&lt;br /&gt;ni me dejé llevar por el amor a Dios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ni acepté que los hombres fueran dioses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni me hice desear como escribiente&lt;br /&gt;ni la pobreza me pareció atroz&lt;br /&gt;ni el poder una cosa deseable&lt;br /&gt;ni me lavé ni me ensucié las manos&lt;br /&gt;ni fueron vírgenes mis mejores amigas&lt;br /&gt;ni tuve como amigo a un fariseo&lt;br /&gt;ni a pesar de la cólera&lt;br /&gt;quise desbaratar a mi enemigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero escribí y me muero por mi cuenta,&lt;br /&gt;porque escribí porque escribí estoy vivo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a Enrique Lhin, nacido el 03 de septiembre de 1929.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3547634003737694437?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3547634003737694437/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3547634003737694437' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3547634003737694437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3547634003737694437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/08/porque-escrib.html' title='porque escribí'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/ScwXT9ApDBI/AAAAAAAAATM/PUeJoI_9zM0/s72-c/lihn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3710232918116313161</id><published>2008-07-09T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:42:31.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SHVPA7ARxYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e6xzYaODeN0/s1600-h/morissette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SHVPA7ARxYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e6xzYaODeN0/s400/morissette.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221166220263409026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recommend walking around naked in your living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wait until the dust settles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You live, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You love, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You cry, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You lose, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You bleed, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You scream, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I certainly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feel free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hold it up (to the rays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You wait and see when the smoke clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You live, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You love, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You cry, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You lose, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You bleed, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You scream, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fire trucks are coming up around the bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You live, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You love, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You cry, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You lose, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You bleed, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You scream, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You grieve, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You choke, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You laugh, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You choose, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You pray, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ask, you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You live, you learn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&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/35712464-3710232918116313161?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3710232918116313161/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3710232918116313161' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3710232918116313161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3710232918116313161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-learn-alanis-morissette.html' title='You Learn'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SHVPA7ARxYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e6xzYaODeN0/s72-c/morissette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-1880722202518559333</id><published>2008-06-21T19:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:42:00.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morenita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SF2LHCTtW6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xmvWs2Vs_F8/s1600-h/l12748980745_6857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SF2LHCTtW6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xmvWs2Vs_F8/s400/l12748980745_6857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214476896559782818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¿Cuánto quieres, cuánto vales?&lt;br /&gt;amor mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu quieres yo te pago&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca, nunca me olvides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como no voy a llorar, como no voy a sufrir&lt;br /&gt;morenita de mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;por ti yo ando llorando"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a la Banda Conmoción con la cual&lt;br /&gt;celebramos el año nuevo 5516 Aymara&lt;br /&gt;en la noche más larga del año, o noche de San Juan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1880722202518559333?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1880722202518559333/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=1880722202518559333' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1880722202518559333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1880722202518559333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/06/morenita.html' title='Morenita'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SF2LHCTtW6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/xmvWs2Vs_F8/s72-c/l12748980745_6857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-3372025733232009683</id><published>2008-06-15T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:07.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SFcmI2ryeEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eGN5OtKMwPI/s1600-h/klimt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 409px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SFcmI2ryeEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eGN5OtKMwPI/s400/klimt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212677027264624706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SFcl7IY6FlI/AAAAAAAAALw/sah_naEAECE/s1600-h/klimt00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SFcl7IY6FlI/AAAAAAAAALw/sah_naEAECE/s400/klimt00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212676791499101778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baila, escribe, dibuja,&lt;br /&gt;antes que tu alma se aburra&lt;br /&gt;y te abandone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a un diseñador italiano que vio la&lt;br /&gt;Natalia Jorquera en el Centro Cultural La Moneda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-3372025733232009683?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/3372025733232009683/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=3372025733232009683' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3372025733232009683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/3372025733232009683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/06/alma.html' title='alma'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SFcmI2ryeEI/AAAAAAAAAMA/eGN5OtKMwPI/s72-c/klimt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7525521768639363784</id><published>2008-05-21T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:07.188-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SDTSf7m71lI/AAAAAAAAALo/uKGFky2p7lo/s1600-h/original-soundtrack-an-original-soundtrack-recording-the-sound-of-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203014915538540114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SDTSf7m71lI/AAAAAAAAALo/uKGFky2p7lo/s400/original-soundtrack-an-original-soundtrack-recording-the-sound-of-music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Silver white winters that melt into springs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When the dog bites&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When the bee stings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I'm feeling sad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="LINE-HEIGHT: 13.5pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I simply remember my favorite things&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  and then I don’t feel so bad!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/35712464-7525521768639363784?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7525521768639363784/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7525521768639363784' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7525521768639363784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7525521768639363784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/05/raindrops-on-roses-and-whiskers-on.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SDTSf7m71lI/AAAAAAAAALo/uKGFky2p7lo/s72-c/original-soundtrack-an-original-soundtrack-recording-the-sound-of-music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-5337367736732402744</id><published>2008-02-03T14:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:07.375-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R6eScKYMTSI/AAAAAAAAADA/weFL0XNVSbE/s1600-h/tarde+de+parque+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163256510323379490" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R6eScKYMTSI/AAAAAAAAADA/weFL0XNVSbE/s320/tarde+de+parque+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dios ha muerto,&lt;br /&gt;su lugar lo ocupa el poeta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nicanor Parra 91", documental proyectado en el MAC.&lt;br /&gt;Don Nica dice ésto refiriéndose al lugar insignificante de los seres humanos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-5337367736732402744?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/5337367736732402744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=5337367736732402744' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/5337367736732402744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/5337367736732402744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2008/02/dios-ha-muerto-su-lugar-lo-ocupa-el_1654.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R6eScKYMTSI/AAAAAAAAADA/weFL0XNVSbE/s72-c/tarde+de+parque+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7649434978519393794</id><published>2008-01-12T13:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:05:14.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R4joYoPBC9I/AAAAAAAAACk/51jTT1xzsp8/s1600-h/a%C3%B1o+nuevo+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154625283340438482" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R4joYoPBC9I/AAAAAAAAACk/51jTT1xzsp8/s320/a%C3%B1o+nuevo+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo único constante en la vida es el cambio".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heráclito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a Leticia alias la zebra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7649434978519393794?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7649434978519393794/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7649434978519393794' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7307495579407233113</id><published>2007-12-21T21:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:39:56.717-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a medio paso el sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R20yEYPBC1I/AAAAAAAAABk/bEDAw9DOHWs/s1600-h/joven+coraz%C3%B3n+idiota+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146824999960644434" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R20yEYPBC1I/AAAAAAAAABk/bEDAw9DOHWs/s320/joven+coraz%C3%B3n+idiota+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R20w_YPBC0I/AAAAAAAAABc/ws-UvJcaWP4/s1600-h/joven+coraz%C3%B3n+idiota+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"En el cielo me perdí&lt;br /&gt;fue por seguirte a ti&lt;br /&gt;a 1/2 paso el sol&lt;br /&gt;no necesito luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;me sobra de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;a 1 paso del calor&lt;br /&gt;no necesito más&lt;br /&gt;que un poco de tu&lt;br /&gt;lalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala lalalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala lalalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala lalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en el cielo me perdí&lt;br /&gt;fue por seguirte a ti&lt;br /&gt;a 1/2 paso el sol&lt;br /&gt;no necesito luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mi vida acaba hoy&lt;br /&gt;te doy mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;también esta canción&lt;br /&gt;a 1/2 paso el sol&lt;br /&gt;lalalala lala lalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala lala lalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala lala lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;en el cielo me perdí&lt;br /&gt;fue por seguirte a ti&lt;br /&gt;a 1/2 paso el sol&lt;br /&gt;no necesito luz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música original de la obra&lt;br /&gt;MI JOVEN CORAZÓN IDIOTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7307495579407233113?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7307495579407233113/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7307495579407233113' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7307495579407233113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7307495579407233113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/12/medio-paso-el-sol.html' title='a medio paso el sol'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R20yEYPBC1I/AAAAAAAAABk/bEDAw9DOHWs/s72-c/joven+coraz%C3%B3n+idiota+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-878607884370143085</id><published>2007-11-21T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:08.074-03:00</updated><title type='text'>dicho brasileño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R0y_nzdoUeI/AAAAAAAAABM/1s8j4OhXe0U/s1600-h/01+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137691965473182178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R0y_nzdoUeI/AAAAAAAAABM/1s8j4OhXe0U/s200/01+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se o estupro é inevitável,&lt;br /&gt;relaxa e goza."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo aprendí en la office,&lt;br /&gt;una buena filosofía en casos extremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-878607884370143085?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/878607884370143085/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=878607884370143085' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/878607884370143085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/878607884370143085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/11/dicho-brasileo.html' title='dicho brasileño'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R0y_nzdoUeI/AAAAAAAAABM/1s8j4OhXe0U/s72-c/01+026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4557173756742966100</id><published>2007-10-20T11:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:39:22.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Non, je ne regrette rien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7B93Z565dI/AAAAAAAAADo/US_dhA7vx8k/s1600-h/Edith+Piaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7B93Z565dI/AAAAAAAAADo/US_dhA7vx8k/s400/Edith+Piaf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165767163394057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Non! Rien de rien&lt;br /&gt;Non! Je ne regrette rien&lt;br /&gt;Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait&lt;br /&gt;Ni le mal tout ca m' est bien égal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a Edith Piaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;traducción:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No! me arrepiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No! me arrepiento de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ni del bien que me han hecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ni del mal todo esto es igual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4557173756742966100?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4557173756742966100/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=4557173756742966100' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4557173756742966100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4557173756742966100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/10/non-je-ne-regrette-rien.html' title='Non, je ne regrette rien'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7B93Z565dI/AAAAAAAAADo/US_dhA7vx8k/s72-c/Edith+Piaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-6756935075509257452</id><published>2007-09-20T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:56:16.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>colores cursis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7TlyJ565kI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ziQyF-495zE/s1600-h/primavera1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7TlyJ565kI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ziQyF-495zE/s400/primavera1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167007322315875906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los troncos negros de los árboles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Explotaron flores de papel blanco y rosado en los cerezos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;De algodón amarillo en los aromos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;De plástico púrpura en los magnolios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Por los ojos me entraron colores cursis, como postal asiática&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Por la nariz el olor a polen y salió un estornudo refrescante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por las orejas los cantos de los pajaritos recién nacidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Por la piel un calor tibio después del invierno congelado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Por la boca los besos y el vino con frutilla dulce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con 30 primaveras en el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Puedo decir que quiero vivir 30 más&lt;br /&gt;Y escribo para que no pasen tan ligeras “las malditas...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Díaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-6756935075509257452?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/6756935075509257452/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=6756935075509257452' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6756935075509257452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/6756935075509257452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/09/colores-cursis.html' title='colores cursis'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7TlyJ565kI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ziQyF-495zE/s72-c/primavera1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-8073995666774717366</id><published>2007-08-01T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:32:49.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ardiente paciencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7TU75565jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OKqjwU_VXcQ/s1600-h/ardiente+paciencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7TU75565jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OKqjwU_VXcQ/s400/ardiente+paciencia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166988798121928242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, &lt;strong&gt;no arriesga a vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión, quien prefiere el negro sobre el blanco y los puntos sobre las “ies” a un&lt;strong&gt; remolino de emociones&lt;/strong&gt; justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas de los bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo, &lt;strong&gt;quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño,&lt;/strong&gt; quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida huir de los consejos sensatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muere lentamente &lt;strong&gt;quien no viaja, quien no lee, quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo. &lt;/strong&gt;Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar. Muere lentamente quien pasa sus días quejándose de su mala suerte o de la lluvia incesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muere lentamente &lt;strong&gt;quien abandona un proyecto antes de iniciarlo,&lt;/strong&gt; no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que &lt;strong&gt;estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor&lt;/strong&gt; que el simple hecho de respirar. Solamente la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ardiente paciencia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hará que conquistemos una espléndida felicidad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda (cito este texto de un blog que está a 3 blogs de distancia del mío)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-8073995666774717366?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/8073995666774717366/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=8073995666774717366' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/8073995666774717366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/8073995666774717366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/08/ardiente-paciencia.html' title='ardiente paciencia'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7TU75565jI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OKqjwU_VXcQ/s72-c/ardiente+paciencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4306060168696590102</id><published>2007-07-02T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:08.849-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7B8Mp565cI/AAAAAAAAADg/_OByiWt2z2s/s1600-h/JC+Van+Dame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7B8Mp565cI/AAAAAAAAADg/_OByiWt2z2s/s400/JC+Van+Dame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165765329443022274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Retroceder nunca, rendirse jamás."&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Claude Van Damme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4306060168696590102?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4306060168696590102/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=4306060168696590102' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4306060168696590102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4306060168696590102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/07/retroceder-nunca-rendirse-jams.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7B8Mp565cI/AAAAAAAAADg/_OByiWt2z2s/s72-c/JC+Van+Dame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4157025601070789105</id><published>2007-06-02T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:01:23.868-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, pé!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8l96pwnj5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/DtKbR774wi4/s1600-h/otono2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8l96pwnj5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/DtKbR774wi4/s400/otono2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172804093607382930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro de Valdivia es la Avenida más linda del mundo&lt;br /&gt;cuando, en una tarde de otoño,&lt;br /&gt;hay una luminosidad extraña que destaca los colores&lt;br /&gt;blancos, verdes, cafés,&lt;br /&gt;los árboles café anaranjados contrastan con el cielo gris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las hojas caen en cámara lenta&lt;br /&gt;dando volteretas desde el cielo&lt;br /&gt;la gente camina con energía&lt;br /&gt;el viento lo desordena todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comienzan a caer gotas gordas de agua del cielo&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia se convierte en granizo&lt;br /&gt;comienza los truenos&lt;br /&gt;las ventanas retumban&lt;br /&gt;y la gente grita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Díaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4157025601070789105?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4157025601070789105/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=4157025601070789105' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4157025601070789105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4157025601070789105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/06/pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe.html' title='Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, Pedro, pé!'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8l96pwnj5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/DtKbR774wi4/s72-c/otono2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-7287499491967934980</id><published>2007-05-03T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:04:23.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>otra rutina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7CFL5565fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FlJku9WZMII/s1600-h/yanomami+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7CFL5565fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FlJku9WZMII/s320/yanomami+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165775212162770418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despierto en 1 hamaca con el sol en la cara,&lt;br /&gt;soy mujer en una comunidad Yanomami,&lt;br /&gt;en mis brazos 1 crío que me acompaña en todo&lt;br /&gt;tengo palitos en la nariz y la boca&lt;br /&gt;me lavo la cara, salgo a pescar con 20 mujeres más&lt;br /&gt;y conversamos cosas de mujeres&lt;br /&gt;una de ellas cuenta que tuvo que matar a su hijo&lt;br /&gt;porque no era normal&lt;br /&gt;luego vamos a la selva a recolectar frutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo, mi pareja, con el cuál me juntaron a los 10 años,&lt;br /&gt;justo cuando fue mi primera menstruación,&lt;br /&gt;y después de una ceremonia que duró 5 días&lt;br /&gt;en que todos los hombres de la tribu cogieron conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;fue a cazar y no encontró nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enciendo el fuego,&lt;br /&gt;mientras hago vida social y cariño a mis hijos&lt;br /&gt;limpio los pescados y cocino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi pareja, después de drogarse con sus amigos&lt;br /&gt;chamanes que se comunican con los dioses,&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo me pintaba para la ceremonia trascendental,&lt;br /&gt;vuelve y me golpea por celos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de la ceremonia nos dormimos con el crepúsculo&lt;br /&gt;con 3 mujeres más que también son esposas de mi pareja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso que este orden de cosas es normal&lt;br /&gt;porque mi cultura Guaraní no tiene escritura&lt;br /&gt;por lo cual no puedo leer acerca de otras formas de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En eso pasa una hormiga muy grande por mi brazo&lt;br /&gt;la mato y vuelvo a dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creía que era más placentero vivir en 1 tribu&lt;br /&gt;me retracto de lo dicho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl Rosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-7287499491967934980?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/7287499491967934980/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=7287499491967934980' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7287499491967934980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/7287499491967934980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/05/otra-rutina.html' title='otra rutina'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7CFL5565fI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FlJku9WZMII/s72-c/yanomami+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-1634408010415160339</id><published>2007-04-04T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:00:26.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>la invención de la rueda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7cSf5565mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/p6pEoA9cpw0/s1600-h/bicileta+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7cSf5565mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/p6pEoA9cpw0/s400/bicileta+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167619436759934562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 bicicletas por la ciclo vía&lt;br /&gt;un sujeto acota&lt;br /&gt;“van a tener que poner tag”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 monopatín&lt;br /&gt;1 bici que parece moto&lt;br /&gt;1 triciclo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 coches con guaguas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 estructura de autito chocador&lt;br /&gt;se saca la cresta contra una reja&lt;br /&gt;1 carrito de guardias&lt;br /&gt;onda el cover de “I will survive”&lt;br /&gt;1 individuo en skate va de bajada&lt;br /&gt;casi no se hecha vuelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 patines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 papá lleva un carro atrás de su cleta&lt;br /&gt;si observas bien&lt;br /&gt;van dos niñitos con chupete&lt;br /&gt;tapados con un plástico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 tipo que no tiene piernas&lt;br /&gt;pasa en su silla de ruedas&lt;br /&gt;con tenida deportiva&lt;br /&gt;y brazos musculosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imaginemos por 1 instante nuestras vidas sin la rueda&lt;br /&gt;sería más fome o&lt;br /&gt;quizás seríamos más felices&lt;br /&gt;como los integrantes de una tribu primitiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Díaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-1634408010415160339?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/1634408010415160339/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=1634408010415160339' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1634408010415160339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/1634408010415160339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-invencin-de-la-rueda.html' title='la invención de la rueda'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7cSf5565mI/AAAAAAAAAEw/p6pEoA9cpw0/s72-c/bicileta+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-9133886425476590038</id><published>2007-03-08T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:59:17.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>en el parque se pierde el juicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7cX15565nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wRwfmf8HxFA/s1600-h/loco+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7cX15565nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wRwfmf8HxFA/s400/loco+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167625312275195506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salgo a caminar por el parque Pocuro&lt;br /&gt;me tengo que aprender unos textos de memoria&lt;br /&gt;cualquiera que me ve creería que estoy loca&lt;br /&gt;hablando sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un trotador pasa con un cintillo tipo Flash Dance&lt;br /&gt;otro pasa caminando con kimono&lt;br /&gt;otro cruza la cuadra a pata pelá&lt;br /&gt;otro salta al cordel a pie pelao'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una tipa con falda globo blanca haciendo jogging&lt;br /&gt;un tipo de 1,80 mts. hace sapitos&lt;br /&gt;y luego se da cabezazos contra un muro&lt;br /&gt;(a primera vista parece esto, pero&lt;br /&gt;en realidad está haciendo flexiones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las mújeres que pasan en bici silban&lt;br /&gt;los hombres que llevan mp3 cantan a todo pulmón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 jardineros plantan flores de estación&lt;br /&gt;fumándose unos cigarros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gente que trota con las patas chuecas&lt;br /&gt;parejas calientes que atracan en el pasto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como decía Aristóteles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;la diversidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;es lo que permite que exista la ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-9133886425476590038?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/9133886425476590038/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=9133886425476590038' title='8 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/9133886425476590038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/9133886425476590038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-el-parque-se-pierde-el-juicio.html' title='en el parque se pierde el juicio'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7cX15565nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/wRwfmf8HxFA/s72-c/loco+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-4880943956925731143</id><published>2007-02-14T12:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:09.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>en el día del amors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BdG55659I/AAAAAAAAAHo/hv5Co6G6nUs/s1600-h/Celia+Cruz+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BdG55659I/AAAAAAAAAHo/hv5Co6G6nUs/s400/Celia+Cruz+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170234745425684434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ríe, llora,&lt;br /&gt;que a cada uno le llega su hora"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cito a paty cantando celia cruz moviendo los brazos&lt;br /&gt;con ímpetu y alevosía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-4880943956925731143?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/4880943956925731143/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=4880943956925731143' title='15 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4880943956925731143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/4880943956925731143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/02/en-el-da-del-amors.html' title='en el día del amors'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BdG55659I/AAAAAAAAAHo/hv5Co6G6nUs/s72-c/Celia+Cruz+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-117079311219894180</id><published>2007-02-06T17:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:30:43.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada para un loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BepZ565-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nWrz_w0xVeQ/s1600-h/balada__para_un_loco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BepZ565-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nWrz_w0xVeQ/s400/balada__para_un_loco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170236437642799074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las tardecitas de Santiago tienen ese que se yo ¿viste?&lt;br /&gt;salgo a caminar por Pocuro&lt;br /&gt;lo de siempre en la calle y en mí,&lt;br /&gt;cuando de repente,&lt;br /&gt;mientras espero que den la verde,&lt;br /&gt;aparece él&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezcla rara de terno negro, camisa blanca y guantes blancos&lt;br /&gt;me mira a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y cuando cruzo la calle&lt;br /&gt;me mueve la cola y me sigue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se encuentra con un compañero&lt;br /&gt;que tiene toda su piel arrugada&lt;br /&gt;como la nana que lo lleva&lt;br /&gt;Después con un seter de pelo largo y rojizo&lt;br /&gt;que está amarrado a un basurero mientras sus dueños,&lt;br /&gt;una pareja de pelo colorín, pololean en un banco de plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa un puddle color caramelo&lt;br /&gt;en el canasto de 1 bicicleta negra&lt;br /&gt;Después uno chico con el pelo liso y blanco&lt;br /&gt;y con la lengua rojo rabioso&lt;br /&gt;lo pasean en una cleta blanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa un dalmata típico&lt;br /&gt;con un flaco típico&lt;br /&gt;Luego otro dalmata, pero con manchas de vaca&lt;br /&gt;Pasa una mina súper fashion&lt;br /&gt;con un pequeño perro blanco&lt;br /&gt;que tiene una gran mancha negra en 1 ojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa una pareja de viejos guatones&lt;br /&gt;con un buldog guaton tb. que bufa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, el loco labrador negro&lt;br /&gt;con guantes blancos me abandona&lt;br /&gt;un gato negro cruza la calle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los perros son más fascinantes que los felinos,&lt;br /&gt;porque son distintos unos de otros&lt;br /&gt;y toman el aspecto del amo&lt;br /&gt;Todos se pasean por el parque sin notar&lt;br /&gt;que son el centro de atención del espectáculo plazero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Díaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-117079311219894180?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/117079311219894180/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=117079311219894180' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/117079311219894180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/117079311219894180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/02/balada-para-un-loco.html' title='Balada para un loco'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BepZ565-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nWrz_w0xVeQ/s72-c/balada__para_un_loco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-117070750655335554</id><published>2007-02-05T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:10.389-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sabía usted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7eAb5565uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EAv4eI2_XCk/s1600-h/violeta+parra+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7eAb5565uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EAv4eI2_XCk/s400/violeta+parra+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167740314319513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violeta Parra no escribía las letras de sus canciones, sino que hacía la labor antropológica de recolectarlas de las zonas rurales de Chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Información obtenida de doña paty (a 40 años de su muerte &amp;amp; 90 de su nacimiento).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-117070750655335554?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/117070750655335554/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=117070750655335554' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/117070750655335554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/117070750655335554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/02/saba-usted.html' title='sabía usted?'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7eAb5565uI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EAv4eI2_XCk/s72-c/violeta+parra+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-117025585652780600</id><published>2007-01-31T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:10.522-03:00</updated><title type='text'>moloko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g7eJ565wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/irygj2xVQJs/s1600-h/moloko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g7eJ565wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/irygj2xVQJs/s400/moloko1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167945961648613122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"para allá, para acá"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cito al alex que nos hizo mover los brazos de un lado para otro al son de moloko y hacer trencito en silencio en el cumpleaños de sita grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-117025585652780600?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/117025585652780600/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=117025585652780600' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/117025585652780600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/117025585652780600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/01/moloko.html' title='moloko'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g7eJ565wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/irygj2xVQJs/s72-c/moloko1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116861866872782546</id><published>2007-01-12T18:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:38:36.490-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"millionare"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BkP5566CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8uh2eVysqNk/s1600-h/PMosh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BkP5566CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8uh2eVysqNk/s400/PMosh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170242596625901602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todo es igual, todo regular,&lt;br /&gt;no me importa la noticia ni lo que puede pasariiiap&lt;br /&gt;no veo nada que no pueda realizar&lt;br /&gt;el sólo verte a los ojos me hace sentir real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y después de todo que más puede pasar&lt;br /&gt;esta onda de choque me aturde y me hace pensar&lt;br /&gt;en los días que me esperan&lt;br /&gt;en las noches sin estrellas&lt;br /&gt;en las cosas que no llegan&lt;br /&gt;cuando esperas demás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y luego llegas tú, solamente tú,&lt;br /&gt;y te ves tan transparente, fuera de lo normal,&lt;br /&gt;casi irreal, espectacular,&lt;br /&gt;mientras trato de entenderlo&lt;br /&gt;no lo puedo asimilar jamás&lt;br /&gt;y mis manos comienzan a sudar&lt;br /&gt;y luego mi mente se pone a volar ¡let´s go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I´m a millionare, caching, caching,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me that, caching, caching,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody heard my pray, caching, caching,&lt;br /&gt;Cause maybe I´m a millionare, caching, caching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay no, no me mires más&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me mires más&lt;br /&gt;Que todo me da vueltas&lt;br /&gt;Todo empieza a rodar&lt;br /&gt;Y mi cabeza cazada se convierte en presa&lt;br /&gt;Declaro el juego a tu favor&lt;br /&gt;Me declaro perdedor&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I´m a millionare&lt;br /&gt;Millonario perdedor&lt;br /&gt;Sin pena te lo juro&lt;br /&gt;Porque si quisiera lo haría mejor&lt;br /&gt;Entonces me termino mi cerveza&lt;br /&gt;Te espero en el auto para así poder decirte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro (4 veces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tema de Plastilina Mosh, compuesto por Alejandro &amp;amp; Jonás).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116861866872782546?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116861866872782546/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116861866872782546' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116861866872782546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116861866872782546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/01/millionare.html' title='&quot;millionare&quot;'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8BkP5566CI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8uh2eVysqNk/s72-c/PMosh2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116791916430966051</id><published>2007-01-04T10:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:33:50.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7d9qJ565pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aj7mHHLDqO8/s1600-h/mar%C3%ADa+antonieta+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7d9qJ565pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aj7mHHLDqO8/s400/mar%C3%ADa+antonieta+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167737260597765778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer me cortaron la luz&lt;br /&gt;Por no haber pagado la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;No pude ducharme con agua tibia&lt;br /&gt;No pude lavar las sábanas&lt;br /&gt;No pude escuchar radio mientras desayunaba&lt;br /&gt;No pude calentar agua rápidamente en el hervidor&lt;br /&gt;No pude revisar mi correo&lt;br /&gt;No pude hacer el powerpoint para las capacitaciones&lt;br /&gt;No pude ver las noticias &amp;amp; los venegas mientras almorzaba&lt;br /&gt;No pude hacer yogurt en la yogurtera&lt;br /&gt;No pude mandar currículums&lt;br /&gt;No pude escuchar sandía, caipiriña, enfoque y placer&lt;br /&gt;No pude postear en este blog&lt;br /&gt;No pude danzar árabe o hacer pilates viendo dvds&lt;br /&gt;No pude ver noticias &amp;amp; casado con hijos mientras cenaba&lt;br /&gt;No pude ver la “ruta del amazonas” donde otros viven con menos luces &amp;amp; actividades que nosotros y dicen ser más felices&lt;br /&gt;Sólo pude agarrar unos libros y leerlos hasta que el sol dejó de alumbrar&lt;br /&gt;Vivimos como los reyes más ricos del Renacimiento y no nos damos cuenta&lt;br /&gt;El problema es que estamos acostumbrado a ello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116791916430966051?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116791916430966051/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116791916430966051' title='10 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116791916430966051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116791916430966051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2007/01/luz.html' title='luz'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7d9qJ565pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aj7mHHLDqO8/s72-c/mar%C3%ADa+antonieta+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116645014518222554</id><published>2006-12-18T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:34:23.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meditación V: el tacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g9QJ565xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nRgR2gsJkhM/s1600-h/tacto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g9QJ565xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nRgR2gsJkhM/s400/tacto1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947920153700114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salgo a andar en bici&lt;br /&gt;las manos sobre el manubrio&lt;br /&gt;el viento me roza la cara&lt;br /&gt;y la epidermis en su totalidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tacto no son las manos solamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sino el cuerpo completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y por ello requiere mucho más tiempo&lt;br /&gt;para dar una idea de éste&lt;br /&gt;¡el placer de sentir en toda la superficie de la piel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl Rosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116645014518222554?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116645014518222554/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116645014518222554' title='11 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116645014518222554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116645014518222554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/meditacin-v-el-tacto.html' title='meditación V: el tacto'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g9QJ565xI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nRgR2gsJkhM/s72-c/tacto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116637254418504377</id><published>2006-12-17T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:33:24.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meditación IV: gusto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hBeZ5653I/AAAAAAAAAG4/i6jrZnr50c4/s1600-h/boca3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hBeZ5653I/AAAAAAAAAG4/i6jrZnr50c4/s400/boca3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167952563013347186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saco tres ciruelas de un ciruelo&lt;br /&gt;las lavo en el grifo del parque&lt;br /&gt;me las hecho a la boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la acidez y la dulzura de una ciruela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el gusto no hay reflexión&lt;br /&gt;nada que pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;sino puro goce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡el placer del gusto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl Rosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116637254418504377?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116637254418504377/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116637254418504377' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116637254418504377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116637254418504377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/meditacin-iv-gusto.html' title='meditación IV: gusto'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hBeZ5653I/AAAAAAAAAG4/i6jrZnr50c4/s72-c/boca3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116628726232814374</id><published>2006-12-16T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:30:19.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meditación III: olfato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hBJJ5652I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mJJTEHdbG3A/s1600-h/nariz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hBJJ5652I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mJJTEHdbG3A/s400/nariz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167952197941127010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salgo de mi edificio en California&lt;br /&gt;huele a comida hindú&lt;br /&gt;como en las calles de Nueva York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomo Pedro de Valdivia&lt;br /&gt;Santiago en primavera no huele a smog&lt;br /&gt;porque con el calor se eleva&lt;br /&gt;y creemos estar en la ciudad menos contaminada del mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doblo por Pocuro el piso regado&lt;br /&gt;al cruzar los leones hay olor a campo&lt;br /&gt;me recuerda Villavicencio&lt;br /&gt;paso por un desagüe, me gusta ese olor,&lt;br /&gt;me recuerda a las Filipinas,&lt;br /&gt;me paso al maicillo, olor a tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me devuelvo por la vereda&lt;br /&gt;y no hay muchos olores a naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paso cerca de un joven que fuma&lt;br /&gt;una casa donde hacen un asado&lt;br /&gt;de un trotador que transpira&lt;br /&gt;una señora perfumada en exceso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y pienso que los olores&lt;br /&gt;de todos los demás sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tiene más que ver con nuestros recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y según éstos&lt;br /&gt;nos son placenteros o no&lt;br /&gt;¡el placer de oler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl Rosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116628726232814374?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116628726232814374/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116628726232814374' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116628726232814374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116628726232814374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/meditacin-iii-olfato.html' title='meditación III: olfato'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hBJJ5652I/AAAAAAAAAGw/mJJTEHdbG3A/s72-c/nariz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116618792073928513</id><published>2006-12-15T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:32:41.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meditación II: audio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g94p5650I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZD2eb_-lZf4/s1600-h/oreja1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g94p5650I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZD2eb_-lZf4/s400/oreja1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167948615938402114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salgo de mi edificio y el portero me dice&lt;br /&gt;“¿va a dar una vuelta en bici?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;¡son las vueltas las que dejan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que le vaya bien.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se escuchan los autos pasar por los adoquines&lt;br /&gt;tomo la ciclo-vía oigo los autos pasar por el pavimento&lt;br /&gt;me voy cantando “my favorite things”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un señor barre, el roce de la escoba con la vereda&lt;br /&gt;un grupo de jóvenes ríen hasta explotar&lt;br /&gt;cambio al camino de tierra&lt;br /&gt;el paso de la rueda sobre el maicillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llego al final del parque&lt;br /&gt;y me devuelvo&lt;br /&gt;los pájaros que aun pían&lt;br /&gt;el movimiento de los árboles&lt;br /&gt;el ruido del viento en mis oídos&lt;br /&gt;me pongo a cantar “millionare”&lt;br /&gt;de plastilina mosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una niñita de 3 años que va en una silla&lt;br /&gt;detrás de la cleta de su papá&lt;br /&gt;le dice con voz aguda&lt;br /&gt;“eran unos cabros de porquería”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo el camino&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; casi toda la gente que camina va riendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llego a mi depa&lt;br /&gt;mi papá está escuchando jazz&lt;br /&gt;Luis Amstrong “what a wonderfull world”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora entiendo&lt;br /&gt;lo que me decía Marcelo,&lt;br /&gt;psicólogo de un colegio de sordos,&lt;br /&gt;acerca de que ellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;estaban más desconectados del mundo que los ciegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡el placer de oír!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl Rosso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116618792073928513?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116618792073928513/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116618792073928513' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116618792073928513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116618792073928513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/meditacin-ii-audio.html' title='meditación II: audio'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7g94p5650I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZD2eb_-lZf4/s72-c/oreja1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116611469570242233</id><published>2006-12-14T13:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:23:17.534-03:00</updated><title type='text'>meditación I: visión</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R5uGRqYMTQI/AAAAAAAAACs/zUO4WBDXPuo/s1600-h/tarde+de+parque+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159865436074691842" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R5uGRqYMTQI/AAAAAAAAACs/zUO4WBDXPuo/s200/tarde+de+parque+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R3RK9YPBC6I/AAAAAAAAACM/bwqcTGqNkHc/s1600-h/tarde+de+parque+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148822692329229218" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R3RK9YPBC6I/AAAAAAAAACM/bwqcTGqNkHc/s200/tarde+de+parque+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R3RIK4PBC3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fo8kId2uqbc/s1600-h/tarde+de+parque+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148819625722579826" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R3RIK4PBC3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/fo8kId2uqbc/s200/tarde+de+parque+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miro por la ventana&lt;br /&gt;una palmera y el crepúsculo rojo, naranjo, con el sol amarillo&lt;br /&gt;pesco la chancha y salgo a la calle&lt;br /&gt;los plátanos orientales&lt;br /&gt;iluminados con luces de navidad&lt;br /&gt;los faroles blancos parisinos&lt;br /&gt;iluminan hasta el infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomo la ciclo-vía&lt;br /&gt;pimientos de hoja fina y flor amarilla&lt;br /&gt;se mueven con el viento&lt;br /&gt;álamos verdes&lt;br /&gt;ciruelos rojos&lt;br /&gt;magnolios blancos&lt;br /&gt;bugambilias lilas enormes&lt;br /&gt;crespones rosados&lt;br /&gt;jacarandas con semillas y flores moradas&lt;br /&gt;dejan una alfombra de pétalos&lt;br /&gt;que se mezcla con otras flores rosadas grandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hombres tincudos trotando&lt;br /&gt;mujeres guapas en bici&lt;br /&gt;se sapean mutuamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cambio de la ciclo vía a la tierra&lt;br /&gt;una mariposa naranja&lt;br /&gt;y un perro beigh me siguen&lt;br /&gt;luces rojas, verdes de los semáforos&lt;br /&gt;una pareja de gimnastas hacen ruedas &amp;amp; piruetas en las rojas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin del parque Pocuro&lt;br /&gt;3 araucarias redondeadas&lt;br /&gt;llenas de loros verdes&lt;br /&gt;árboles achatados que parecen bonsais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doy la vuelta&lt;br /&gt;el cielo cambió a lilas&lt;br /&gt;sólo veo luces blancas de los autos&lt;br /&gt;los faroles hacen del follaje lámparas de papel verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un lolo pasea 4 cachorros de baset hounds&lt;br /&gt;un florista vende girasoles amarillos&lt;br /&gt;un caballero de 80 años pasa al trote&lt;br /&gt;otro de 90 pasa en su cleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llego a Pedro de Valdivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;y veo de nuevo el infinito de faroles parisinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pienso en los musulmanes&lt;br /&gt;a los cuales su religión les prohíbe ver el infinito&lt;br /&gt;por lo cual sus construcciones son laberínticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasa una mina con un gran escote&lt;br /&gt;y un chiquillo en shorts y musculosa&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo que en Marruecos esto también estaría prohibido&lt;br /&gt;¡el placer de la visión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl Rosso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116611469570242233?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116611469570242233/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116611469570242233' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116611469570242233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116611469570242233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/meditacin-i-visin.html' title='meditación I: visión'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R5uGRqYMTQI/AAAAAAAAACs/zUO4WBDXPuo/s72-c/tarde+de+parque+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116577717963735952</id><published>2006-12-10T15:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:12.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>en el día internacional de los DD.HH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SJOnGosq39I/AAAAAAAAAMw/zVNx8AIcQKs/s1600-h/Imagen22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SJOnGosq39I/AAAAAAAAAMw/zVNx8AIcQKs/s400/Imagen22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229707324753108946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Murió Pinochet, al fin va a descansar este país."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cito a mi padre, afectado por la división que genera Pinoccio).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116577717963735952?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116577717963735952/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116577717963735952' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116577717963735952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116577717963735952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/en-el-da-internacional-de-los-ddhh.html' title='en el día internacional de los DD.HH.'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/SJOnGosq39I/AAAAAAAAAMw/zVNx8AIcQKs/s72-c/Imagen22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116543224792683497</id><published>2006-12-06T16:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:13.457-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9msHuSo3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ASXg63R7KKo/s1600-h/466035701_116f9d0e14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9msHuSo3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ASXg63R7KKo/s400/466035701_116f9d0e14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177358495324364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo bueno es enemigo de la perfección."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cito a la Angela Pérez que pronunció estas sabias palabras en un filosofeo piscinístico).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116543224792683497?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116543224792683497/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116543224792683497' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116543224792683497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116543224792683497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/lo-bueno-es-enemigo-de-la-perfeccin.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9msHuSo3pI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ASXg63R7KKo/s72-c/466035701_116f9d0e14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116527002258729220</id><published>2006-12-04T18:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:37:28.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>What the bleep do we know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8H5np566FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rNH3jcpxfws/s1600-h/wtbdwknow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8H5np566FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rNH3jcpxfws/s400/wtbdwknow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170688306857044050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Influye en las propiedades materiales,&lt;br /&gt;influye en tu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muéstrame una señal hoy de que prestaste atención a cualquiera de estas cosas que has creado&lt;br /&gt;y traélas de una manera que no esperarías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así, estarás sorprendido ante tu capacidad de poder experimentar estas cosas&lt;br /&gt;y hazlo de una manera tal que no tengas dudas que han provenido de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Te has visto alguna vez, a través de los ojos de otro, en quién te has convertido?&lt;br /&gt;Eres mucho más de lo que crees que eres&lt;br /&gt;puedes ser incluso mucho más que eso&lt;br /&gt;puedes influir tu medio, a la gente, a ti mismo&lt;br /&gt;puedes influir en el espacio&lt;br /&gt;puedes influir en el futuro&lt;br /&gt;eres responsable por todas esas cosas&lt;br /&gt;tú y el entorno no están separados&lt;br /&gt;HAZ CONOCIDO LO DESCONOCIDO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(De los directores Mark Vicente, Betsy Chasse, William Arntz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116527002258729220?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116527002258729220/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116527002258729220' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116527002258729220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116527002258729220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-bleep-do-we-know.html' title='What the bleep do we know?'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8H5np566FI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rNH3jcpxfws/s72-c/wtbdwknow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116498260851681021</id><published>2006-12-01T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:13.757-03:00</updated><title type='text'>conceptos sofi-sticados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9msyOSo3qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OxgacP_kdak/s1600-h/deja%2Bvu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9msyOSo3qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OxgacP_kdak/s400/deja%2Bvu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177359225468804770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deja vu: consiste en la extraña impresión de que una vivencia actual ha sido ya experimentada&lt;br /&gt;con anterioridad y en la misma forma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamais vu: sensación de no haber experimentado nunca algo que en realidad ya se conoce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca ju: cuando el sujeto nunca vive algo que nunca le pasó antes, más conocido como "nunca fue" (concepto inventado en la despedida de la Celeste que volvió a su tierra natal de Santa Fe en octubre).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116498260851681021?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116498260851681021/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116498260851681021' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116498260851681021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116498260851681021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/12/conceptos-sofi-sticados.html' title='conceptos sofi-sticados'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9msyOSo3qI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OxgacP_kdak/s72-c/deja%2Bvu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116480408058396744</id><published>2006-11-29T09:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:14.034-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"el tigre" los compiuters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8NeqZ566GI/AAAAAAAAAIw/41aAR2I6PPo/s1600-h/compiuters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8NeqZ566GI/AAAAAAAAAIw/41aAR2I6PPo/s400/compiuters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171080879752800354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tigre es lo que no ves (4 veces)&lt;br /&gt;piensa bien, oye bien lo que no debes hacer&lt;br /&gt;si lo haré o no lo haré eso depende de qué&lt;br /&gt;ni de dios ni la ley&lt;br /&gt;ni de augusto ni gabriel&lt;br /&gt;sigue fiel a tu ser y a lo que te tiente ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos sentimos atraídos a lo prohíbido&lt;br /&gt;quieres algo, dímelo, susurralo al oído&lt;br /&gt;porfavor que ese algo no lo haya vivido&lt;br /&gt;como un tigre en la fiesta haciendo mucho ruidooohhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como un tigre voy&lt;br /&gt;hop (instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese raro sentimiento te mantiene vivo&lt;br /&gt;no le tengas miedo&lt;br /&gt;y tiraté al río&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta es la adrenalina de la novedad&lt;br /&gt;como un desconocido que te invita al mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la debo ni mirar&lt;br /&gt;pero a mi me gusta igual&lt;br /&gt;un impulso muy vital&lt;br /&gt;que me hace delirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lo puedo reprimir&lt;br /&gt;es lo que me gusta a mi&lt;br /&gt;y lo voy a conseguir&lt;br /&gt;porque el medio es mi fin&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si es lo que te gusta deja todo y anda&lt;br /&gt;escápate conmigo donde nadie vaya&lt;br /&gt;esta es la selva y no puedo salir&lt;br /&gt;mírame a los ojos diciendo que sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un dilema interno, pero no eterno&lt;br /&gt;tíralo a la basura como hojas de cuaderno&lt;br /&gt;la vida es muy corta acá&lt;br /&gt;no la dejes pasar&lt;br /&gt;nadie te asegura el cielo&lt;br /&gt;¡Paraíso Terrenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tigre es lo que no ves (4 veces)&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;ser fiel a tu ser (3veces)&lt;br /&gt;y a lo que te tienta ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos sentimos atraídos a lo prohíbido (2 veces)&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tigre es lo que no ves (4 veces)&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental de ruidos tecnologizados &amp;amp; ochenteros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.compiuters.com/"&gt;www.compiuters.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.com/compiuters"&gt;www.fotolog.com/compiuters&lt;/a&gt; , compuesto por: josé ignacio alonso, manuela baldovinos, ariel bustamante, pablo infante)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116480408058396744?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116480408058396744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116480408058396744' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116480408058396744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116480408058396744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-tigre-los-compiuters.html' title='&quot;el tigre&quot; los compiuters'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8NeqZ566GI/AAAAAAAAAIw/41aAR2I6PPo/s72-c/compiuters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116437886901106881</id><published>2006-11-24T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:14.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9hceGq7BqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Bmb6XS7s5o0/s1600-h/casa_batllo_barcelona_2007_750_p6077064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9hceGq7BqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Bmb6XS7s5o0/s400/casa_batllo_barcelona_2007_750_p6077064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176989443918857890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"disfruten todos los momentos gratos que les otorga la vida,&lt;br /&gt;la vida es corta y debemos aprovecharla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito a la Karlita Fernandez que vuelve a alegrarnos los días&lt;br /&gt;devuelta de 3 años en Barcelona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116437886901106881?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116437886901106881/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116437886901106881' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116437886901106881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116437886901106881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/disfruten-todos-los-momentos-gratos.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9hceGq7BqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Bmb6XS7s5o0/s72-c/casa_batllo_barcelona_2007_750_p6077064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116430134623311329</id><published>2006-11-23T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:54:26.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Heman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9hdbWq7BrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eCq3T1B2b_I/s1600-h/img4294mn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9hdbWq7BrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eCq3T1B2b_I/s400/img4294mn5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176990496185845426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iván (cante con voz femenina caxonda)&lt;br /&gt;Iván, Iván, Iván (cante con voz masculina de barra brava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Universo está protegido&lt;br /&gt;por el poder de Grace cool&lt;br /&gt;con secretos poderes destella SúperVilla&lt;br /&gt;SúperSufrida luchará hasta el final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iván,&lt;br /&gt;Iván, Iván, Iván&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teniendo a su lado la mágica espada&lt;br /&gt;y amigos que no fallarán&lt;br /&gt;las fuerzas malvadas, querrán liquidarlo&lt;br /&gt;y nunca descansarán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro castillo nos da fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;y a Lastarria proteger&lt;br /&gt;junto a grandes amigos, unidos luchando&lt;br /&gt;a Aburrimientor derrotarán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iván,&lt;br /&gt;Iván, Iván, Iván&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniela Díaz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116430134623311329?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116430134623311329/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116430134623311329' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116430134623311329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116430134623311329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/heman.html' title='Heman'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9hdbWq7BrI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eCq3T1B2b_I/s72-c/img4294mn5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116402927446158987</id><published>2006-11-20T10:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:35:49.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'>último brindis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9vvl-So3rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fln7tl9PLBQ/s1600-h/260450008_2656a40d56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9vvl-So3rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fln7tl9PLBQ/s400/260450008_2656a40d56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177995632247889586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lo queramos o no&lt;br /&gt;sólo tenemos tres alternativas:&lt;br /&gt;el ayer, el presente y el mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ni siquiera tres&lt;br /&gt;porque como dice el filósofo&lt;br /&gt;el ayer es ayer&lt;br /&gt;nos pertenece sólo en el recuerdo:&lt;br /&gt;a la rosa que se deshojó&lt;br /&gt;no se le puede sacar otro pétalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las cartas por jugar&lt;br /&gt;son solamente dos:&lt;br /&gt;el presente y el día de mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ni siquiera dos&lt;br /&gt;porque es un hecho bien establecido&lt;br /&gt;que el presente no existe&lt;br /&gt;sino en la medida en que se hace pasado&lt;br /&gt;y que ya pasó...&lt;br /&gt;como la juventud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en resumidas cuentas&lt;br /&gt;sólo nos va quedando el mañana:&lt;br /&gt;yo levanto mi copa&lt;br /&gt;por ese día que no llega nunca&lt;br /&gt;pero que es lo único&lt;br /&gt;de lo que realmente disponemos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cito al nunca bien ponderado Nicanor Parra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116402927446158987?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116402927446158987/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116402927446158987' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116402927446158987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116402927446158987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/ltimo-brindis.html' title='último brindis'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9vvl-So3rI/AAAAAAAAAKI/fln7tl9PLBQ/s72-c/260450008_2656a40d56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116327271623107424</id><published>2006-11-11T16:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:43:56.388-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"la vida sin música no tiene sentido" Nietzche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8YGTp566HI/AAAAAAAAAI4/L1dFbTgjfjk/s1600-h/rock+hudson+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8YGTp566HI/AAAAAAAAAI4/L1dFbTgjfjk/s400/rock+hudson+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171828156817664114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1977, cuando me mudaba&lt;br /&gt;mi mamá me cantaba&lt;br /&gt;"son tus perfumes de mujer&lt;br /&gt;que me sublimeñan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1980, si no tocaban "chiquitita"&lt;br /&gt;al encender la radio&lt;br /&gt;lloraba&lt;br /&gt;1er disco de vinilo&lt;br /&gt;grupo ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1983,viaje a islas lejanas&lt;br /&gt;el mago de Ozz&lt;br /&gt;"somewhere over the rainbow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986, Puerto Montt&lt;br /&gt;la luna poniéndose en el mar&lt;br /&gt;las mújeres chillan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; la laca de los artistas destruye el ozono&lt;br /&gt;Soda Stereo "mi persiana americana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990, Amnistía Internacional&lt;br /&gt;Sinead O´Connor queda en sóstenes negros&lt;br /&gt;danzas irlandesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993, Estadio Chile, Jethro Tull&lt;br /&gt;un flautista traverso toca bouree de Bach&lt;br /&gt;con pantalones de arlequín&lt;br /&gt;"turururururururururururu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997, Chiloé&lt;br /&gt;Spinetta en el tarareo&lt;br /&gt;mientras "restaurábamos" iglesias&lt;br /&gt;"entonces rezo, rezo por vos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998, New York&lt;br /&gt;entro a un concierto de ukulele&lt;br /&gt;alguien toca "killing me softly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000, Metaleros en el Estadio Chile&lt;br /&gt;Rata Blanca canta&lt;br /&gt;tribu negra salta&lt;br /&gt;"siento el calor de todo tu ser en mi cuerpo otra vez"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003, se cumplen 30 años del golpe&lt;br /&gt;reviven a Los Jaivas&lt;br /&gt;"hágase la luz...y el amor chorreó los escritorios también"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006, Teatro Mori, Rock Hudson,&lt;br /&gt;la negra entona con voz cristalina&lt;br /&gt;"waiting for someone to love... to night,&lt;br /&gt;you could be me, you could be me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116327271623107424?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116327271623107424/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116327271623107424' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116327271623107424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116327271623107424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/la-vida-sin-msica-no-tiene-sentido.html' title='&quot;la vida sin música no tiene sentido&quot; Nietzche'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R8YGTp566HI/AAAAAAAAAI4/L1dFbTgjfjk/s72-c/rock+hudson+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116316648700785659</id><published>2006-11-10T10:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:48:14.818-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9QmeVO6dfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pryVg7EqJv4/s1600-h/3Andy-Warhol-Goethe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9QmeVO6dfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pryVg7EqJv4/s400/3Andy-Warhol-Goethe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175804174293169650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todos los días deberíamos preocuparnos&lt;br /&gt;de escuchar buena música,&lt;br /&gt;leer hermosos poemas,&lt;br /&gt;extasiarnos en lindas pinturas,&lt;br /&gt;y hablar palabras razonables." Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Advertencia: la lectura de mis pseudo-poemas puede traer sudoración, mareos, náuseas y vómitos. En tal caso descontinúe la lectura. Si ya es un adicto voyeur, lo siento no era mi intención.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116316648700785659?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116316648700785659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116316648700785659' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116316648700785659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116316648700785659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/todos-los-das-deberamos-preocuparnos.html' title=''/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R9QmeVO6dfI/AAAAAAAAAJg/pryVg7EqJv4/s72-c/3Andy-Warhol-Goethe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35712464.post-116308946096140564</id><published>2006-11-09T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:30:17.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>océano pacífico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hE1J5655I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GaPJwQWBLE0/s1600-h/oceano2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hE1J5655I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GaPJwQWBLE0/s400/oceano2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167956252390254482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 años, filipinas&lt;br /&gt;me sambullo&lt;br /&gt;en 1 mar caliente&lt;br /&gt;con 1 snorkel julero&lt;br /&gt;veo algas, corales y cardúmenes de peces de colores pasar&lt;br /&gt;extásis de vivir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 años, ventana&lt;br /&gt;capeando olas con el felipe en el contaminado mar&lt;br /&gt;las olas nos empiezan a tragar&lt;br /&gt;y nosotros a tragar agua&lt;br /&gt;salgo en 1 tabla de surf&lt;br /&gt;con el bikini dado vuelta&lt;br /&gt;miedo a morir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 años, cachagua&lt;br /&gt;la dittborn se baña por horas en 1 mar helado&lt;br /&gt;cantando "do the locomotion"&lt;br /&gt;hasta quedar roja como jaiva&lt;br /&gt;dulce amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 años, morrillos&lt;br /&gt;la serra me invita a la balsa&lt;br /&gt;nadamos rápido en 1 mar templado&lt;br /&gt;y llegamos&lt;br /&gt;arriba unos jóvenes nos sacan la tanga&lt;br /&gt;con la mirada&lt;br /&gt;pasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 años, la serena&lt;br /&gt;flotando con el alex&lt;br /&gt;en 1 mar tibio de olas suaves,&lt;br /&gt;cual divas entre algas rojas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; con las manos arrugadas de tanto bañarnos,&lt;br /&gt;me pide que nos quedemos más rato&lt;br /&gt;que es la primera vez que está&lt;br /&gt;tanto tiempo en el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magalí Auters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35712464-116308946096140564?l=eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/feeds/116308946096140564/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35712464&amp;postID=116308946096140564' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116308946096140564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35712464/posts/default/116308946096140564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eltigreesloquenoves.blogspot.com/2006/11/ocano-pacfico.html' title='océano pacífico'/><author><name>sweet dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139742407874688696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__l7QkKJf-v4/R7hE1J5655I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GaPJwQWBLE0/s72-c/oceano2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
