tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42621086912038980112012-02-15T23:02:44.516-08:00FOTOPOESÍAMelinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-51566169972225207522010-08-13T13:24:00.000-07:002010-08-13T13:34:26.905-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">En su grave rincón, los jugadores</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">rigen las lentas piezas. El tablero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">los demora hasta el alba en su severo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">ámbito en que se odian dos colores.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Jorge Luis Borges.</em><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504993169261703938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/TGWqHujLswI/AAAAAAAABCs/fXnBl19RcAc/s400/Collages1-2.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-5156616997222520752?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-70209173659450397042010-08-11T10:41:00.000-07:002010-08-11T11:02:55.918-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Y aunque sólo </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">sabía un silbido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504213492169985954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/TGLlAjC0T6I/AAAAAAAABCU/OTkeslfzSiQ/s400/2010-08-11.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Eso,<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">forma<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">el espíritu<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de la comarca."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-7020917365945039704?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-81216597817741432042010-06-16T12:21:00.000-07:002010-06-16T12:22:20.233-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/TBkkVj8tebI/AAAAAAAABBs/Yx28zxwVDcg/s1600/2010-05-253.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483453974146021810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/TBkkVj8tebI/AAAAAAAABBs/Yx28zxwVDcg/s400/2010-05-253.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-8121659781774143204?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-88340226189232511192010-01-12T13:41:00.000-08:002010-01-12T13:56:44.912-08:00<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425971949993442018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/S0zsvZCXuuI/AAAAAAAABBM/ncIOXLGTfTc/s400/Collages31.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>..."Los días se parecen a los pájaros"...</em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Miguel Florián.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-8834022618923251119?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-63825920500438080902009-11-12T13:58:00.000-08:002009-11-12T14:06:02.335-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">..."¿Por qué esa mansedumbre </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de las cosas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">la manera que tienen</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">de parecer que esperan?"...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>José Corredor Matheos.</em></span></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403340805181514130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SvyF1Y03oZI/AAAAAAAABA8/aQsR3S9A8ME/s400/Escenarios11.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-6382592050043808090?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-5777704764695496702009-11-01T16:52:00.000-08:002009-11-01T17:00:41.542-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">..."Y hay también un corazón perdido, </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">una campana de silencio,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que nadie sin embargo ha encontrado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">entre todas las cosas perdidas de la tierra"...</span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Roberto Juarroz.</em></div><br /><em></em><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399304523211231282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Su4u22wqUDI/AAAAAAAABAk/s2rNaQ3bwaY/s400/Luchy-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-577770476469549670?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-58865529546823365452009-10-30T11:40:00.000-07:002009-10-30T11:50:17.733-07:00..."Solo me queda ser la sombra entre las sombras<br />ser cien veces más sombra que la sombra<br />ser la sombra que retornará y retornará siempre<br />en tu vida llena de sol."<br /><br /><em>Robert Desnos.</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398465929339296546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Sus0KRJRWyI/AAAAAAAABAU/AfR-bHvLjeg/s400/Viaje+a+Centroam%C3%A9rica+III.jpg" border="0" /></em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-5886552954682336545?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-76049972937393198362009-10-28T20:06:00.001-07:002009-10-28T20:11:28.842-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">... "De ojos de nivel de agua de nivel de aire de tierra y de fuego".</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /></div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">André Breton.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397853418373166706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SukHFb_CtnI/AAAAAAAABAM/HOGrWvmp8_c/s400/Collages30.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-7604997293739319836?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-85020247824017037202009-10-25T13:28:00.000-07:002009-10-25T13:34:01.283-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">..."Yo quiero ser como el fuego y bailar siempre, </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">como esa hoja que viene por el aire. Hay viento.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Estamos en el tiempo anaranjado".</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Roberta Iannamico.</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /></div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396637873533928354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SuS1jalow6I/AAAAAAAABAE/8OjieQQJ0qQ/s400/Mate+y+Poes%C3%ADa2.jpg" border="0" /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-8502024782401703720?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-91509488103015013792009-10-22T16:17:00.000-07:002009-10-23T10:04:46.045-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">..."ya no podemos dejar de estar en el paisaje siguiente,</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">aunque sea un paisaje en blanco."</span><br /><br /><em>Roberto Juarroz.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395842306844127330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SuHh_Vt38GI/AAAAAAAAA_8/zSrNdrV_Aqg/s400/Escenarios13.jpg" border="0" /></em></div><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-9150948810301501379?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-43914965531260189852009-10-20T12:28:00.000-07:002009-10-20T12:54:33.275-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">..."Si te vas la puerta se abre hacia el día</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"> Si te vas la puerta se abre hacia mí mismo."</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Paul Éluard</em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/St4Sh8U7RKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5aEIgUwMQEc/s1600-h/Pictures.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394769777975313570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/St4Sh8U7RKI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5aEIgUwMQEc/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-4391496553126018985?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-32591503413923041612009-10-20T10:42:00.000-07:002009-10-20T10:58:02.830-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">..."Quizás sirva de algo haber adquirido</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">una cicatriz en el pecho</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">una costura de piel y nervio</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">una entrada directa al corazón."</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="right"><em>Alfonso Gumucio Dagrón.</em></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/St33CK1nWoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/mROyWNcNQWQ/s1600-h/Viaje+a+Sierra+d%C3%ADa+de+la+madre1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394739545300753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/St33CK1nWoI/AAAAAAAAA_c/mROyWNcNQWQ/s400/Viaje+a+Sierra+d%C3%ADa+de+la+madre1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-3259150341392304161?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-76744352438328015142009-10-06T19:03:00.000-07:002010-09-26T15:23:38.650-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;">..."Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua".</span><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Julio Cortázar.</span></em></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389675631271094754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ssv5blB-KeI/AAAAAAAAA_E/2W73EovbOKM/s400/Collages28.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389677544401001586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ssv7K7_r3HI/AAAAAAAAA_U/jNut8CF4JKA/s400/Pensamientos2-1.jpg" border="0" /> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-7674435243832801514?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-87066165797600690052009-10-03T09:41:00.000-07:002009-10-03T09:45:07.868-07:00<div>Te extraño, campo. </div><div>Y a los girasoles amarillos en abril.</div><div>La ropa sucia, el pelo alisado con tierra.</div><div>La soledad se aguantaba mejor, porque allá estabas sola</div><div>y no eras nada,</div><div>y entre los caminos y el cruce de los alambrados,</div><div>el tiempo se te iba. </div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Luciana Schubmann.</span></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388415387688578210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ssd_Pv1tLKI/AAAAAAAAA-s/CgD6peVSzYU/s400/Paisajes7.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-8706616579760069005?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-18809664734211838212009-10-02T13:48:00.000-07:002009-10-02T13:56:46.240-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;">..."Soy los que ya no son. Inútilmente</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">soy en la tarde esa perdida gente".</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><em>J.L. Borges.</em><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388107871990762194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SsZnj-l-ytI/AAAAAAAAA-k/LFVXvCElqtc/s320/Collages27.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-1880966473421183821?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-47302497736700566922009-09-22T18:07:00.000-07:002009-09-22T18:10:25.624-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">..."y que el placer que juntos inventamos</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">sea otro signo de la libertad."</span></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Julio Cortázar</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384463856862740338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Srl1WYY7v3I/AAAAAAAAA-c/1GLORY7JZKY/s400/Cali+y+Luciana2.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-4730249773670056692?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-19759979441925164302009-09-17T12:23:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:33:04.511-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SrKO3NDlwCI/AAAAAAAAA-M/BTwaKFkXNdU/s1600-h/Escenarios12-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382521583709831202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SrKO3NDlwCI/AAAAAAAAA-M/BTwaKFkXNdU/s400/Escenarios12-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-1975997944192516430?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-16563496754732053822009-06-14T15:48:00.000-07:002009-06-14T15:51:08.515-07:00..."se derriten, se sueldan, se calcinan,<br /><div>se desgarran, se muerden, se asesinan,</div><div>resucitan, se buscan, se refriegan,</div><div>se rehúyen, se evaden y se entregan".</div><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Oliverio Girondo.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347319366466085570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SjV-oerHIsI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KgWs-nPgo6U/s400/Collages18.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-1656349675473205382?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-35172895527926903752009-06-12T19:23:00.000-07:002009-06-12T19:33:54.132-07:00<p align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Sí, </span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">las heridas son el mejor manuscrito."</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ana Emilia Lahitte.</span></em></p><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346632261366384226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SjMNtstjBmI/AAAAAAAAA9M/rsOi3fvqFSw/s400/Escenarios10.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-3517289552792690375?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-69600175595371850892009-05-22T11:55:00.000-07:002009-05-22T12:02:44.954-07:00<div align="left">..."Mis dedos agonizando</div><div align="left">en tus costados<br />se pierden con el mundo<br />en un suspiro".<br /><em></em></div><div align="left"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em>Dina Posada.</em> </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338724356364508194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Shb1hC7VHCI/AAAAAAAAA88/UcZqwMpqb_g/s400/Cali+y+Luciana1.jpg" border="0" /></em><br /><p></p><p align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-6960017559537185089?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-84414715368293640932009-05-13T16:13:00.000-07:002009-05-14T11:37:17.124-07:00<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">..."Pero hace tanta soledad </span></p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">que las palabras se suicidan."</span><br /></p></span><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em><p align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Alejandra Pizarnik.</span></em><br /></p><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVb90cr-I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Oxb1lkCu6LI/s1600-h/Cali+y+Luciana-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335452122489860066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVb90cr-I/AAAAAAAAA8s/Oxb1lkCu6LI/s400/Cali+y+Luciana-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVT_SEM1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/hoFDVN0f7yQ/s1600-h/Escenarios9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335451985443566418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVT_SEM1I/AAAAAAAAA8k/hoFDVN0f7yQ/s320/Escenarios9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVMzl6CoI/AAAAAAAAA8c/wvSxOm5r7mY/s1600-h/Escenarios9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335451862046476930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVMzl6CoI/AAAAAAAAA8c/wvSxOm5r7mY/s200/Escenarios9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtVF9WEgyI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KSzuCij_PcU/s1600-h/Escenarios9.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335451602088508514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgtU9rLGPGI/AAAAAAAAA8M/2rlhM4JgxbE/s200/S6000627.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></strong></em><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-8441471536829364093?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-72648607952246540552009-05-08T10:30:00.000-07:002009-05-08T15:17:23.484-07:00"¿Por qué las hojas ocupan el lugar de las hojas<br />y no el que queda entre las hojas?"...<br /><br /><em>Roberto Juarroz.</em><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgRycCyjUMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/SAXnywmXuCY/s1600-h/Carmen+de+Patagones1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333513684824314050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SgRycCyjUMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/SAXnywmXuCY/s400/Carmen+de+Patagones1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><br /><div><div><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></strong></em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-7264860795224654055?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-9825736845692663322009-04-30T11:41:00.000-07:002009-04-30T12:20:30.425-07:00<p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330556526708954674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Sfnw6yWgljI/AAAAAAAAA6s/qQbrYJ5EHbE/s400/Luciana+Blog.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">"¿Cómo habitar </div><div align="center"> el pulso que no existe</div><div align="center">y busca aún asirse al vuelo de los pájaros?"<br /><br /><em>Ana Emilia Lahitte.</em></div><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></strong> </p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></strong> </p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></strong> </p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></strong> </p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em></em></span></strong> </p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fotos: Melina Salman</em></span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-982573684569266332?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-57143862620879721822009-04-25T16:55:00.000-07:002009-04-25T17:10:54.872-07:00<div align="center">..."¿Habrá algo más hermoso que</div><div align="center">quedarse sin huellas?"...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>José Fernández de la Sota.</em></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SfOjHTopgiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/xeVUmzhMZ7I/s1600-h/Collages11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328782130034606626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SfOjHTopgiI/AAAAAAAAA6k/xeVUmzhMZ7I/s400/Collages11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fotos: Melina Salman</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-5714386262087972182?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-35632350314190905112009-04-20T12:17:00.000-07:002009-04-20T12:47:06.773-07:00.."porque no hay en ti<br />más que ocres,<br />estos grises,<br />los oscuros azules<br />del otoño".<br /><br />José Corredor-Matheos.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326862167235247138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SezQ6w2GPCI/AAAAAAAAA6U/4GsEmiTq4D8/s400/2009_04_19-1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326861913364100722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SezQr_Gf9nI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Vvn7SDtloBk/s400/S6001848.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SezKgdd77hI/AAAAAAAAA50/Xlpw2J96jjM/s1600-h/S6001849.JPG"></a><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-3563235031419090511?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-22273665403652085022009-04-19T07:40:00.000-07:002009-04-19T08:28:22.833-07:00<div align="right">"Hay que llegar al borde</div><div align="right">y apurar esta vida</div><div align="right">que duda de sí misma</div><div align="right">y que vacila,</div><div align="right">y acaso se detiene"</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><em>José Corredor-Matheos</em></div><p align="right"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ses4uY5jypI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2jiTcJmBrDw/s1600-h/bolivia-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413353904753298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ses4uY5jypI/AAAAAAAAA5k/2jiTcJmBrDw/s400/bolivia-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ses4eawoKPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/vDtSdUpruYo/s1600-h/S6001795.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326413079526254834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Ses4eawoKPI/AAAAAAAAA5c/vDtSdUpruYo/s400/S6001795.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-2227366540365208502?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-20952809376782227782009-04-17T17:28:00.000-07:002009-04-17T17:39:38.829-07:00..."Tan lejos ya de ti<br />como un ojo del otro,<br />de esta asumida adversidad<br />nacerá la mirada que por fin te merezca".<br /><br />Julio Cortázar.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Sekfe_fqPvI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Aq1Tm4lSYz8/s1600-h/Viaje+a+Centroam%C3%A9rica+II.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325822651643084530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Sekfe_fqPvI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Aq1Tm4lSYz8/s400/Viaje+a+Centroam%C3%A9rica+II.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/Seke8IG2BHI/AAAAAAAAA48/pD9OgXaIkOQ/s1600-h/Viaje+a+Centroam%C3%A9rica+II.jpg"></a><div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></em></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-2095280937678222778?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-13451001133627891552009-04-16T19:02:00.000-07:002009-04-16T19:05:21.064-07:00<div align="right">"Esa mujer se parecía a la palabra nunca,</div><div align="right">desde la nuca le subía un encanto particular,</div><div align="right">una especie de olvido donde guardar los ojos"...</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">Juan Gelman.</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SefjYX4-HrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/sBVsxa5Hnjs/s1600-h/Collages9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325475092258234034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SefjYX4-HrI/AAAAAAAAA4s/sBVsxa5Hnjs/s400/Collages9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Foto: Melina Salman</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-1345100113362789155?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-43067125251361763232009-04-15T11:42:00.000-07:002009-04-15T11:53:26.085-07:00<div align="center">..."desconcertado y arisco en la ciudad donde el amor se llama con todos los nombres de todas las calles, de todas las casas, de todos los pisos, de todas las habitaciones, de todas las camas, de todos los sueños, de todos los olvidos o los recuerdos"...</div><br /><div align="center">Julio Cortázar.</div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeYrlMD0LWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/eH6e9i3TgWA/s1600-h/Collages7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324991527304572258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeYrlMD0LWI/AAAAAAAAA4k/eH6e9i3TgWA/s400/Collages7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeYqsTi11cI/AAAAAAAAA4c/K0uxUCfF4Ig/s1600-h/Paisajes3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324990550061209026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeYqsTi11cI/AAAAAAAAA4c/K0uxUCfF4Ig/s400/Paisajes3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></strong></em></div><div align="right"><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-4306712525136176323?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-40602263645001141652009-04-14T11:04:00.000-07:002009-04-14T11:15:10.538-07:00<div align="right">..."Así de fascinante ver que se nos va un sueño</div><div align="right">en busca de quién sabe qué puerto, qué ventana</div><div align="right">de qué otra memoria oscura o deslumbrante,</div><div align="right">de alguien que está esperando cuando el día se muere"...</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">Raúl González Tuñón.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTRzDFHMqI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FP4YRtipzRE/s1600-h/Collages8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611334389052066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTRzDFHMqI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FP4YRtipzRE/s400/Collages8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTRomHwJQI/AAAAAAAAA4E/8DP9q0FGneA/s1600-h/S6000073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324611154816804098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTRomHwJQI/AAAAAAAAA4E/8DP9q0FGneA/s400/S6000073.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTRQEeNNOI/AAAAAAAAA38/11GTezA7Ew8/s1600-h/S6001815.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610733467317474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTRQEeNNOI/AAAAAAAAA38/11GTezA7Ew8/s400/S6001815.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324610167930707106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SeTQvJrxXKI/AAAAAAAAA30/KV0ui2F_pqk/s400/Flores3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fotos: Melina Salman</em></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-4060226364500114165?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-25929377400359941202009-04-08T09:15:00.000-07:002009-04-13T19:33:18.626-07:00<div align="left"></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">¡Todo era amor... amor! No había nada más que amor.</div><div align="left">En todas partes se encontraba amor. </div><div align="left">No se podía hablar más que de amor"...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Oliverio Girondo.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><p align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOYlIPGII/AAAAAAAAA3U/1NKBxcUBAeQ/s1600-h/Collages2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355781323921538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOYlIPGII/AAAAAAAAA3U/1NKBxcUBAeQ/s400/Collages2.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOPt390mI/AAAAAAAAA3M/LRHz74wtQm8/s1600-h/Paisajes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355629052777058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOPt390mI/AAAAAAAAA3M/LRHz74wtQm8/s400/Paisajes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355526566926050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOJwFb1uI/AAAAAAAAA3E/rERjkHf-GJE/s400/Sierra+de+la+Ventana.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOB33DYWI/AAAAAAAAA28/Bk2CoSbpDmg/s1600-h/Escenarios2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355391215133026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdzOB33DYWI/AAAAAAAAA28/Bk2CoSbpDmg/s400/Escenarios2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-2592937740035994120?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-63617959092130200192009-04-07T10:55:00.000-07:002009-04-08T11:17:41.618-07:00<div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">..."De vez en cuando la alegría</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">tira piedritas contra mi ventana </span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">quiere avisarme que está ahí esperando"...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Mario Benedetti.</span> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322009731135268162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SduTpzt9ZUI/AAAAAAAAA20/FH1gjcuIncY/s400/Meli+y+Maxi.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Fotos: Melina Salman</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-6361795909213020019?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4262108691203898011.post-81362965618996713592009-04-06T17:24:00.000-07:002009-04-06T17:35:17.913-07:00..."puede ser que sin voz diga tu nombre cierto<br />puede ocurrir que alcance sin manos tu cintura".<br /><br />Julio Cortázar<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqetswGzII/AAAAAAAAA2s/LVYMsHXL9Qo/s1600-h/Collages1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740417635896450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqetswGzII/AAAAAAAAA2s/LVYMsHXL9Qo/s400/Collages1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqekXZYj7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/-ormu7Rzw3Q/s1600-h/Flores2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740257284624306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqekXZYj7I/AAAAAAAAA2k/-ormu7Rzw3Q/s400/Flores2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqeaqR79II/AAAAAAAAA2c/HsKcs3mg77I/s1600-h/Flores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740090554971266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqeaqR79II/AAAAAAAAA2c/HsKcs3mg77I/s320/Flores.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321739829776268514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvdNyEOUIjs/SdqeLezcvOI/AAAAAAAAA2U/nBgh6QzUJjU/s320/S6000245.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="right"><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Fotos: Melina Salman</span></em><br /></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4262108691203898011-8136296561899671359?l=tubocaenotraboca.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Melinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105795681450457548noreply@blogger.com1