tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54993876069006974172012-02-16T20:17:32.173-08:00El infinito silencio de las imagenes@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-27882368355979680092008-10-03T10:25:00.000-07:002008-10-03T10:28:19.752-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SOZWB7mEK1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBCYAM0RVcg/s1600-h/ana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252980606551468882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SOZWB7mEK1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/eBCYAM0RVcg/s400/ana.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-2788236835597968009?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-58312316213398045612008-10-03T10:05:00.000-07:002008-10-03T10:24:43.968-07:00<span style="font-size:78%;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SOZUKMCO2eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-UQY72zu2jk/s1600-h/100_8666.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252978549380274658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SOZUKMCO2eI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-UQY72zu2jk/s200/100_8666.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">...cuando aparece algo que antes no estaba, en alguna medida, cambiamos el mundo.<br /></span><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-5831231621339804561?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-51257946735663581702008-10-03T09:55:00.000-07:002008-10-03T10:03:23.842-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SOZPE1kxI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/y1rMrjBIMZE/s1600-h/100_8579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252972959893627810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SOZPE1kxI6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/y1rMrjBIMZE/s400/100_8579.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> Atardecer casi quieto, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aquí</span>, ligeramente conmovido.</span><span style="color:#33ffff;"><br /></span><em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#66ffff;"></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-5125794673566358170?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-10784165399560161342008-04-14T13:04:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:36:44.938-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SAO5iXmoG5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/67Imo_AQabY/s1600-h/Marzo+-domingo+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189195195763661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/SAO5iXmoG5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/67Imo_AQabY/s200/Marzo+-domingo+038.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-1078416539956016134?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-29664730701726488932008-03-10T18:48:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:36:45.094-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R9XlSfaTFVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTPcelyqdxo/s1600-h/Marzo+-domingo+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176295452564460882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R9XlSfaTFVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HTPcelyqdxo/s200/Marzo+-domingo+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-2966473070172648893?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-14460173276657700092008-03-10T18:45:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:36:45.334-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R9XkyvaTFUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vgHLBNDYx5k/s1600-h/Marzo+-domingo+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176294907103614274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R9XkyvaTFUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vgHLBNDYx5k/s320/Marzo+-domingo+093.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-1446017327665770009?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-17822900615156086562008-03-10T18:41:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:36:45.471-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R9XkB_aTFTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hmp2cbXSLDU/s1600-h/Marzo+-domingo+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176294069584991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R9XkB_aTFTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hmp2cbXSLDU/s320/Marzo+-domingo+069.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-1782290061515608656?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-55196863325541700532008-03-02T12:08:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:45.997-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8sKdnxReNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JTEJh8ZI9Mg/s1600-h/Noviembre2+263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173240100973279442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8sKdnxReNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/JTEJh8ZI9Mg/s200/Noviembre2+263.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">caminando por la calle va... caminando por la calle.<br /></span><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8sJyXxReMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lbNEhCrr8YQ/s1600-h/Noviembre2+258.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173239357943937218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8sJyXxReMI/AAAAAAAAAEk/lbNEhCrr8YQ/s200/Noviembre2+258.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-5519686332554170053?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-34641641610029712902008-02-23T04:56:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:46.454-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dices palabras con arboles tienen hojas que cantan y pajaros que juntan sol</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8Aant6ZOCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5MTVDuGC-X8/s1600-h/septiembre+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170161641863067682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8Aant6ZOCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/5MTVDuGC-X8/s200/septiembre+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;">tu silencio despierta los gritos del mundo</span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AaEd6ZOBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XH-aezkhWlc/s1600-h/octubre1+478.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170161036272678930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AaEd6ZOBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XH-aezkhWlc/s200/octubre1+478.jpg" width="469" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AZZd6ZOAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TGzOF9hA1ys/s1600-h/Noviembre2+120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170160297538304002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AZZd6ZOAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TGzOF9hA1ys/s200/Noviembre2+120.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AaEd6ZOBI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XH-aezkhWlc/s1600-h/octubre1+478.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-3464164161002971290?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-58204918782371666052008-02-23T04:51:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:46.668-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">...y el tiempo es, como un salto en espiral.</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AXVd6ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eI5zi3d5Z04/s1600-h/Febrero+2008+137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170158029795571698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8AXVd6ZN_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/eI5zi3d5Z04/s320/Febrero+2008+137.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-5820491878237166605?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-60650313464629746842008-02-23T04:18:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:46.830-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8APZN6ZN-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/x_-dEd9Rvqk/s1600-h/Febrero+2008+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170149298127058914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R8APZN6ZN-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/x_-dEd9Rvqk/s320/Febrero+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;">hoy llueve, y esta lluvia se parece a tu rostro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;">hoy llueve, y esta mañana no se parece a nada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;">hoy llueve, y este tiempo se demora perdido en algún lado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;">llueve, solo eso se sucede, mas allá de mi, mas allá de vos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;">la lluvia es eso , es como tantas otras cosas: que no se detienen, solo pasan.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-6065031346462974684?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-82042220762336760152008-02-16T05:37:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:46.930-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7bnWd6ZN7I/AAAAAAAAADg/ef_Wo63-ZfA/s1600-h/trelew+y+demas+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167571995626911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7bnWd6ZN7I/AAAAAAAAADg/ef_Wo63-ZfA/s200/trelew+y+demas+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#999999;">Desde temprano percibes el ruido de la casa, la naranja que cae, el sol que apenas brilla y el viento montado sobre los techos.</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#999999;">Los libros desordenados, la calida lampara, unos gatos corriendo y este viento que arrastra los papeles donde una tarde anotaste palabras que </span>ahora vuelan. </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-8204222076233676015?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-33115429886304373282008-02-16T05:31:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:47.108-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7bpAd6ZN8I/AAAAAAAAADo/yCgp4wqqBTE/s1600-h/diciembre+088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167573816693045186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7bpAd6ZN8I/AAAAAAAAADo/yCgp4wqqBTE/s200/diciembre+088.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Guardame el tiempo para vivirlo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">a manos llenas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">Porque llegara </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">te lo aseguro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">llegara ese dia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">esa hora</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;">en la que la llovizna me diluya</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"> Guardame el viento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"> porque llegara ese instante</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"> te lo aseguro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"> en que mis pies se volaran de la tierra.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-3311542988630437328?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-41689879654929119252008-02-14T07:12:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:48.081-08:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7RbFt6ZN0I/AAAAAAAAACM/BDjoclT5qpU/s1600-h/mural+048.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166854826282792770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7RbFt6ZN0I/AAAAAAAAACM/BDjoclT5qpU/s200/mural+048.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color:#66ff99;">Azul el aire<span style="font-size:85%;"> los pajaros azul el cielo tus ojos</span></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">mis manos</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">azul el humo</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">azul al azul</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">toda esta mañana</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">desde mi corazon azul</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">pinto</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">bajo le azul abierto de mis pies</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">Me olvido y vuelvo a alcanzar </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">aquel extremo azul</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;">que se desarma en el misterio.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-4168987965492911925?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-37159802937657254982008-02-14T06:46:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:48.249-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7RUr96ZNyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/thNb8raLBLM/s1600-h/cumple+pancho+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166847786831394594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R7RUr96ZNyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/thNb8raLBLM/s200/cumple+pancho+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Me veo libre y envuelta por esta gran llanura</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">por esta fragancia</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">que toca </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">y despierta </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">mi sangre.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Me rindo </span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">ante la tierra humeda.</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">Pestañas tibias</span></div><div><span style="color:#3366ff;">del primer silencio.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-3715980293765725498?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-22389982404124957332008-01-24T18:40:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:48.469-08:00<div align="right"><em></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5lNXi2tFSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GnHhCAmQje4/s1600-h/100_0061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159239915018196258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5lNXi2tFSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GnHhCAmQje4/s200/100_0061.jpg" width="203" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6600;"> </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Uno llega a esta altura y el aire toma otro vuelo y las palabras ligeras tiernas pesadas adquieren una presencia. Uno abre de pronto la ventana se asoma a la tarde y no ve solamente el sol esa nube rosada aquel cielo liso, ve el silencio sobre todo el silencio cruzando encendido.<br /></strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-2238998240412495733?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-12446553774469198502008-01-23T09:42:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:48.580-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Hay que mirar mas allá del horizonte y mirar desde afuera para adentro.</em></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5d88S2tFRI/AAAAAAAAABs/HC8Sr3u1-zk/s1600-h/Noviembre2+229.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158729273471472914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5d88S2tFRI/AAAAAAAAABs/HC8Sr3u1-zk/s200/Noviembre2+229.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em> hay que mirar la mañana, y descubrir el ángel en la noche. Hay que mirar los asombros cotidianos, disolverse en el cielo del cielo, y ver un arco iris en las lágrimas...Por allí pasa el amor, eternamente esperanzado.<br /></em></span><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-1244655377446919850?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-69888722253110802212008-01-23T09:32:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:48.802-08:00<p align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5d6xC2tFQI/AAAAAAAAABk/xkEOl2KmT44/s1600-h/octubre1+158.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158726881174689026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5d6xC2tFQI/AAAAAAAAABk/xkEOl2KmT44/s200/octubre1+158.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">Todo vuelve otra vez</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">todo inicia en la luz </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">su juego claro.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">Ojos cayendo sobre el rio</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">un ombu solitario</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">el recuerdo</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">desgarrando la palabra.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">No encuentro ahora</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">en esta tarde de domingo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">mas que un cielo de cine</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">una caida triste</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;">un desierto constante.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Vuelvo</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, otra vez</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;">a lo que no se elige.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-6988872225311080221?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-53005076125492187492008-01-23T08:59:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:48.942-08:00<p align="center"></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5dzTC2tFPI/AAAAAAAAABc/55Xb9ggl3WI/s1600-h/100_0262.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158718669197219058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5dzTC2tFPI/AAAAAAAAABc/55Xb9ggl3WI/s320/100_0262.jpg" width="225" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"> <span style="color:#ccffff;">Improvisar, inventar,...¿Cual es la forma de las nubes?</span></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-5300507612549218749?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-34413444977017090502008-01-22T17:13:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:49.210-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5aVL76NN3I/AAAAAAAAABE/MJdDTvbFnXQ/s1600-h/Noviembre2+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158474455492409202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5aVL76NN3I/AAAAAAAAABE/MJdDTvbFnXQ/s320/Noviembre2+139.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-3441344497701709050?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-45990435369855377792008-01-22T17:09:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:49.370-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;">el infinito silencio de las imagenes</div><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5aUUr6NN2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cnz56jZaWWc/s1600-h/Noviembre2+212.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158473506304636770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5aUUr6NN2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cnz56jZaWWc/s320/Noviembre2+212.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-4599043536985537779?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499387606900697417.post-48283608823320271542007-11-26T09:39:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:36:49.696-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R74pI96ZN9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Njfbk1nvTD0/s1600-h/octubre1+478.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169614656303085522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R74pI96ZN9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Njfbk1nvTD0/s200/octubre1+478.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#3366ff;">LA PILDORA DE LA VIDA CUAL ES?<br /></span><div><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158472372433270610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5aTSr6NN1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/61RdV5UE2eQ/s320/anita_blog.jpg" width="303" border="0" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YLrDBN6MZXE/R5aWZb6NN4I/AAAAAAAAABM/p0zWKr1zYZE/s1600-h/100_3571.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499387606900697417-4828360882332027154?l=lachicadelasimagenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>@na Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14564341723968280925noreply@blogger.com0