<?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-26666706</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:10:02.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Contacto-B</title><subtitle type='html'>Una propuesta de intercambio cultural virtual para "Estrategias de mediación en red   Estado no venta"                                                                                   
de Marula Di Como y Agustín Calvo Galán.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-115010202935262152</id><published>2006-06-12T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:49:07.996Z</updated><title type='text'>seguidamente</title><content type='html'>http://contacto-b2.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-115010202935262152?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/115010202935262152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=115010202935262152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/115010202935262152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/115010202935262152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/06/seguidamente.html' title='seguidamente'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114894259917868705</id><published>2006-05-29T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-29T22:43:19.176Z</updated><title type='text'>luego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/angel%20castrojpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/angel%20castrojpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" con el sabor del tiempo compartido y de la alegria derrochada, ante los detalles aparentemente insignificantes, que finalmente, son los que nos ayudan a apreciar la vida desde las pausas, en los tiempos íntimos, con una mirada reposada y serena, nos sumergiremos plenos, en nuestros cambios escenograficos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto angel castro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114894259917868705?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114894259917868705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114894259917868705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114894259917868705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114894259917868705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/luego_29.html' title='luego'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114891497385245090</id><published>2006-05-29T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:04:47.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Tierra en los labios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/SUC30742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/SUC30742.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mundo puede ser un lugar de esperanza, comestible de felicidad, dulce de paciencia, amigo de sí mismo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(En la foto un momento de la obra "digiriendo dulcemente el mundo" de Javi González y Valdor, Cal Jep, 27 de mayo del 2006)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tierra puede ser un montón de panqueques llenos de dulce de leche y el mar olas de chantilly. Para postre, buen provecho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114891497385245090?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114891497385245090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114891497385245090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114891497385245090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114891497385245090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/tierra-en-los-labios.html' title='Tierra en los labios'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114867950088569711</id><published>2006-05-26T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-27T06:42:30.706Z</updated><title type='text'>el ahora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/tomiy-beto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/tomiy-beto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no es algo que nos espera, sino algo que encontramos, durante esos momentos breves pero infinitos, en los que todo contiene todo y ningún intercambio es inadecuado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto obra tomei couceiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114867950088569711?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114867950088569711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114867950088569711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114867950088569711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114867950088569711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/el-ahora_114867950088569711.html' title='el ahora'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114849851661562611</id><published>2006-05-24T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:21:56.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Sol de invierno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/caminosombras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/caminosombras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio del camino, nosotros dos, el invierno alarga tanto las sombras que sorprende descubrirse en un gigantismo tan corpóreo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114849851661562611?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114849851661562611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114849851661562611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114849851661562611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114849851661562611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/sol-de-invierno.html' title='Sol de invierno'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114837139857899319</id><published>2006-05-23T08:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-23T10:21:28.850Z</updated><title type='text'>al mismo tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/postcardcampo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/postcardcampo5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;"la existencia encuentra significado en unos pocos momentos fulgurantes, es que una parte suya, extremadamente vulnerable, está ligada a ciertas imágenes imborrables, garantizando de ese modo su propia continuidad interna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto lena szankay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114837139857899319?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114837139857899319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114837139857899319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114837139857899319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114837139857899319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/al-mismo-tiempo_23.html' title='al mismo tiempo'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114837046694356703</id><published>2006-05-23T07:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:50:27.623Z</updated><title type='text'>rumbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/fiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/fiona.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“tu vida no suele tener ninguna gracia cuando te sucede, de hecho, la mayor parte del tiempo apenas puedes soportarla, así que, al no poder ejercer ningún control sobre tu propia vida, descubres que al menos puedes controlar tu versión de tu vida. a veces. no siempre sucede, entonces por eso escribo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto obra fiona nijensohn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114837046694356703?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114837046694356703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114837046694356703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114837046694356703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114837046694356703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/rumbo_114837046694356703.html' title='rumbo'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114830768018169484</id><published>2006-05-22T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:23:33.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Nos describe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/candado%20solo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/candado%20solo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos esta incertidumbre. La única experiencia posible, al igual que la vida, son estas dudas abiertas sobre las que escribimos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114830768018169484?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114830768018169484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114830768018169484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114830768018169484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114830768018169484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/nos-describe.html' title='Nos describe'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114816533444443495</id><published>2006-05-20T22:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:53:50.366Z</updated><title type='text'>a la sazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%2012.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sera entonces que esto es una suerte de subconversación interior (el adentro) que pasa al exterior, disfrazada de lugar común (el afuera)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto obra paola telesca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114816533444443495?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114816533444443495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114816533444443495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114816533444443495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114816533444443495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/la-sazn_114816533444443495.html' title='a la sazón'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114803848251574241</id><published>2006-05-19T11:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-19T11:34:42.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Clave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/teor%3F%3Fa02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/teor%3F%3Fa02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es así,&lt;br /&gt;esta realidad no tiene nada que ver&lt;br /&gt;con la poesía,&lt;br /&gt;la poesía es &lt;br /&gt;realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114803848251574241?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114803848251574241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114803848251574241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114803848251574241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114803848251574241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/clave.html' title='Clave'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114784796575925817</id><published>2006-05-17T06:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T06:41:24.946Z</updated><title type='text'>los lazos del trazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "recuerda que lo importante no pasa en las palabras sino a través de ellas, yo escribo porque no me gusta hablar, me enredo, pierdo el hilo, escribo para dejar un testimonio más de la vida o para luchar contra ese exceso de materia que acostumbra a rodearnos. Pero si lo medito un poco, diré algo más banal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto obra silvina der meguerditchian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114784796575925817?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114784796575925817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114784796575925817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114784796575925817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114784796575925817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/los-lazos-del-trazo.html' title='los lazos del trazo'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114770555527879725</id><published>2006-05-15T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:05:55.323Z</updated><title type='text'>lettre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/lalata03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/lalata03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida Marula:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tuve que disimular y hacer ver que no entendia al francés que tenía delante y que me exigia una explicación. ¿Los funcionarios del estado son igual en todas partes? &lt;br /&gt;Pero aquí estoy de nuevo, intentando entender cualquier idioma. Decía Fernando Pessoa que su patria era la lengua portuguesa, a mí me gusta decir que mi patria son las lenguas que conozco pero también las que desconozco. Mientras tanto, recuerdo al francés... comprenez-vous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso desde la primavera del sur!&lt;br /&gt;ACG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114770555527879725?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114770555527879725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114770555527879725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114770555527879725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114770555527879725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/lettre.html' title='lettre'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114767771037420417</id><published>2006-05-15T07:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:21:50.376Z</updated><title type='text'>agustin en besançon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"coma bien, trabaje mucho, mirese al espejo para recordarse, hable en voy alta para no perder la costumbre de la palabra y ocupe su mente en propositos sencillos, y fundamentalmente disfrute, pero disfrute mucho. eso es todo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhajas celina gonzalez sueyro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114767771037420417?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114767771037420417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114767771037420417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114767771037420417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114767771037420417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/agustin-en-besanon_15.html' title='agustin en besançon'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114763645481201186</id><published>2006-05-14T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:54:14.813Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%209.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;"cuando los deseos y los dolores que sentimos no tienen nombre, inventamos historias extrañas para hacernos entender, y apenas si logramos aproximarnos de forma apagada a lo que queríamos decir, y nos quedamos con la insatisfacción agridulce de no conseguir más que muy parcialmente comunicar a nuestros semejantes lo que hervimos por dentro"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto obra carlo pelella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114763645481201186?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114763645481201186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114763645481201186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114763645481201186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114763645481201186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_14.html' title='...'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114761761167360447</id><published>2006-05-14T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:40:11.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Hélice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/caracol02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/caracol02.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el principio de este diálogo existía un espacio por llenar de intercambios, ahora el vacío ha ido creciendo, cuanto más sabemos sobre nosotros mismo menos sabemos en realidad. La respuesta, tal vez, esté en la naturaleza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114761761167360447?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114761761167360447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114761761167360447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114761761167360447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114761761167360447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/hlice.html' title='Hélice'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114742701434063150</id><published>2006-05-12T09:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:50:37.706Z</updated><title type='text'>cuando el paraiso son los amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%208.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… entonces pensó que, por mucho que la vida sea incomprensible, probablemente la atravesamos con el único deseo de regresar al infierno que nos creó, y de habitar en el mismo junto a quien, en una ocasión, nos salvó de aquel infierno.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en la foto, cristian dios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114742701434063150?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114742701434063150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114742701434063150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114742701434063150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114742701434063150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/cuando-el-paraiso-son-los-amigos_12.html' title='cuando el paraiso son los amigos'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114736288447194431</id><published>2006-05-11T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:54:44.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/madrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/madrid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al fin, una imagen del futuro más próximo, el Madrid que espera a Marula, el lago de la Casa de Campo ayer mismo. Al fondo se extiende la ciudad entera, sobre ella crecerá el árbol de la felicidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114736288447194431?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114736288447194431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114736288447194431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114736288447194431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114736288447194431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/futuro.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114695045017955588</id><published>2006-05-06T21:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:18:46.806Z</updated><title type='text'>fugacidad o la inminencia del fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%207.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tristeza, ensueño, abatimiento, languidez, bilis negra, nostalgia, todo forma parte de la melancolia de un contacto al que se le ha anunciado la proximidad de su conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto detalle obra juan pablo ferlat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114695045017955588?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114695045017955588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114695045017955588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114695045017955588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114695045017955588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/fugacidad-o-la-inminencia-del-fin_06.html' title='fugacidad o la inminencia del fin'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114690283708184233</id><published>2006-05-06T07:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-06T08:07:17.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Arquitectura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/Idioma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/Idioma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquesta llavor es diu creativitat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semilla se llama creatividad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114690283708184233?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114690283708184233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114690283708184233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114690283708184233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114690283708184233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/arquitectura.html' title='Arquitectura'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114678236163064469</id><published>2006-05-04T22:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:47:40.480Z</updated><title type='text'>leer al vacio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/leer%3Dvacio.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/leer%3Dvacio.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"desde el punto de vista argentino mapeando el globo un fantasma recorre a ESE idioma al que vemos màs sobre papel impreso que viajando por laringes; el de su transformación en la más exótica de las lenguas normativas. El inglés es de las lenguas más habladas, y en su meseta el francés tiene un pasado ilustre y prestigiante en el cual recostarse y el castellano, crece explosivamente aunque sea dentro del personal de limpieza. Grandes negocios esperan en el futuro al que tenga un buen chino y es posible que el próximo genio de la programación tenga el tamil como lengua madre. Por otra parte en California se aclara a los estudiantes que para estudiar a Benjamín o Heidegger no es obligatorio el conocimiento de ESE idioma en que los mencionados escribieron originalmente….No sea cosa de atormentar a nuestros clientes-estudiantes conagrupaciones de consonantes en ESA lengua desprestigiada, cada vez mas dependiente del ancla de tinta!"&lt;br /&gt;Lux Lindner - Lucerna 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114678236163064469?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114678236163064469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114678236163064469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114678236163064469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114678236163064469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/leer-al-vacio.html' title='leer al vacio'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114675238811923910</id><published>2006-05-04T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:19:48.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Idioma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/Idioma%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/Idioma%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Abra bien la boca - me dijo el doctor introduciéndome unas enormes pinzas.&lt;br /&gt;- Ay! Ay!- gemía yo, al sentir como mi lengua era extraida de cuajo.&lt;br /&gt;La operación duró una eternidad que, en realidad, fueron unos instantes. La bata blanca del doctor se había vuelto roja.&lt;br /&gt;- Ahora, no hable durante un rato -, me dijo dándome unas palmaditas en la espalda y empujándome hacia la puerta de salida.&lt;br /&gt;Al cabo de unas horas, cuando el dolor se hizo llevadero y sentí mi nueva lengua moverse entre los dientes, me atreví a pronunciar unas palabras:&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, sí, provant, provant... bon dia, bona tarda, bona nit... ja parlo català!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114675238811923910?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114675238811923910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114675238811923910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114675238811923910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114675238811923910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/idioma.html' title='Idioma'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114663573397211944</id><published>2006-05-03T05:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:19:43.426Z</updated><title type='text'>actual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula%20di%20como%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula%20di%20como%206.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PD. ya se ven dos pequeñas hojas del paraiso...."&lt;br /&gt;foto y accion por seraphina lenz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114663573397211944?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114663573397211944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114663573397211944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114663573397211944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114663573397211944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/actual.html' title='actual'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114659359770757998</id><published>2006-05-02T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:13:17.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Entonces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/Agus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/Agus.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La semilla que fui se la dejo ahora a Marula en forma de sonrisa, para que la introduzca en su plantación de felicidad, en Namibia, Como, Madrid o Buenos Aires. Sus credenciales dicen que comenzó a enraizar en Barcelona, ahora quiere dejarse llevar por el viento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114659359770757998?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114659359770757998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114659359770757998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114659359770757998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114659359770757998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/entonces.html' title='Entonces'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114647032119027436</id><published>2006-05-01T07:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T07:58:41.196Z</updated><title type='text'>el arbol del lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula-di-como-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula-di-como-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queria dejar todo organizado, hice los papeles necesarios, los organos que sirvisen a quienes les sirviesen, el resto a la facultad de medicina para estudios, pero eso era alla, a estos aca no les dejo nada, a estos no les doy nada, nada de nada, pero, y entonces que hago? mas papeles, que traigan desde namibia unas semillas del arbol marula y lo siembren en el lago di como y me depositen alli, porque finalmente hay que lograr llegar a ser uno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114647032119027436?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114647032119027436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114647032119027436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114647032119027436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114647032119027436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/05/el-arbol-del-lago.html' title='el arbol del lago'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114640361976675676</id><published>2006-04-30T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:29:43.596Z</updated><title type='text'>En este instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/ahora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/ahora.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este instante sucede todo, lo que sucede y lo que pudo haber sucedido. En este instante todo es posible... Y dentro de un mes podré ver las semillas de Marula creciendo por todo Madrid, botánica de la sencillez, haciendo realidad aquel sueño primigenio que devolverá a la capital su aspecto de campo castellano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(La foto fue tomada hace un año en el Centro Galego de Arte Contemporánea en Santiago de Compostela, el "ahora" añadido es de este mismo instante)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114640361976675676?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114640361976675676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114640361976675676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114640361976675676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114640361976675676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/en-este-instante.html' title='En este instante'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114637922728673009</id><published>2006-04-30T06:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-30T06:40:27.286Z</updated><title type='text'>¡albricias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula_di_como_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula_di_como_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mientras siri hustvedt comenta "nosotros somos capaces de identificar imágenes porque tenemos el lenguaje, que crea las categorías para la aprehensión y para la percepción. En todas las artes prevalece una interacción sensorial básica, pero el arte, a diferencia de lo que señalan muchos críticos, no es el objeto artístico, el libro, la partitura, sino la relación que se establece entre el objeto y el sujeto que lo percibe, y es muy importante la subjetividad del espectador y la respuesta que da." agustin establece hoy esta relacion con su poesia visual en una libreria en uruguay. felices los residentes de maldonado que podran disfrutarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dibujo alberto passolini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114637922728673009?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114637922728673009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114637922728673009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114637922728673009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114637922728673009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/albricias_30.html' title='¡albricias!'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114616391937731747</id><published>2006-04-27T18:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:02:52.140Z</updated><title type='text'>donaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula_di_como_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula_di_como_3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el encanto nuestra descendencia desplazandose en las ruinas del proletariado que se prepara para ser mundial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto chino soria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114616391937731747?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114616391937731747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114616391937731747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114616391937731747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114616391937731747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/donaire_114616391937731747.html' title='donaire'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114607291286953896</id><published>2006-04-26T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:11:04.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Atracción</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/mariposa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/mariposa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una instantánea de esta misma tarde, los olores de la primavera no sólo atraen a las personas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114607291286953896?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114607291286953896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114607291286953896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114607291286953896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114607291286953896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/atraccin.html' title='Atracción'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114590666213926453</id><published>2006-04-24T19:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:58:35.106Z</updated><title type='text'>entorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula-di-como-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula-di-como-2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explicita visualizacion del pueblo-capital-sucia-avangard-punk-seria-verde-bio-ordenada-relax-gris y silenciosa ciudad en la que habito. 2005 junto a maximo pedrazza. hoy el, transpolo este entorno por la seduccion de unos buenos aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto rosana schoijet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114590666213926453?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114590666213926453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114590666213926453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114590666213926453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114590666213926453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/entorno_114590666213926453.html' title='entorno'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114590245801694676</id><published>2006-04-24T17:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:39:26.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Un belga en el jardín</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula-di-como-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/mannekin%20pis.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La letra "B" de Bruselas se escribe desde esta fuentecilla letrada. &lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo llegó el Manneken pis hasta este jardín?&lt;br /&gt;Extraño turista, me paseo por esta primavera&lt;br /&gt;del sur, mientras Marula me explica las lluvias&lt;br /&gt;sin tregua sobre los niños que hacen pis en Bruselas y también en Berlín.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114590245801694676?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114590245801694676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114590245801694676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114590245801694676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114590245801694676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/un-belga-en-el-jardn.html' title='Un belga en el jardín'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114585830291336016</id><published>2006-04-24T05:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:04:43.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Climatologías</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/sombrilla01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/sombrilla01.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El diálogo continúa con la meteorología como excusa para el intercambio. Agustín, desde la evidencia mediterránea, opone al invierno berlinés del Brusixmo, una sombrilla caída casualmente en una piscina. Es verano en Barcelona. La anécdota nos permite ver como la luz del sol, reflejada en el agua, forma una red efímera de resplandores, un nuevo sistema neuronal, esta vez de luminosidad cegadora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114585830291336016?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114585830291336016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114585830291336016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114585830291336016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114585830291336016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/climatologas_24.html' title='Climatologías'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114574971622407696</id><published>2006-04-22T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:56:02.286Z</updated><title type='text'>bruxismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/marula-di-como1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/marula-di-como1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... las imagenes así determinadas transladan al espectador a una dimensión de reflexión sobre el universo interno de la materia orgánica y tambien sobre la naturaleza del entorno. La red de filamentos o estructura rizomática es una excelente metáfora de la red neuronal del cerebro del hombre...." sergio pérez moretto | zürich 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114574971622407696?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114574971622407696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114574971622407696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114574971622407696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114574971622407696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/bruxismo_22.html' title='bruxismo'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26666706.post-114562792699397116</id><published>2006-04-21T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:05:06.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Diálogos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/1600/atardecer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4654/2793/320/atardecer.0.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se incia la conversación virtual http://www.estrategiasdemediacionenred.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26666706-114562792699397116?l=contacto-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/feeds/114562792699397116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26666706&amp;postID=114562792699397116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114562792699397116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26666706/posts/default/114562792699397116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contacto-b.blogspot.com/2006/04/dilogos.html' title='Diálogos'/><author><name>Contacto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847712299485483720</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
