<?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-3483276471244948462</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:31:46.531-08:00</updated><category term='la figura de la ausencia'/><category term='aprender a ver'/><category term='aforismos'/><category term='caminando'/><category term='transfiguraciones'/><category term='fotocopia y especular'/><category term='Fractus'/><category term='erótica'/><category term='los árboles del volcán'/><category term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><category term='Pasaje'/><category term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><category term='los juegos del sol'/><category term='pasatiempos'/><category term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>el extraño espectador</title><subtitle type='html'>el extraño espectador</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3035298728565112667</id><published>2012-01-31T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T03:32:33.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>espacios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0BDO6WigyI/TyfRRHE4X5I/AAAAAAAABmM/JwMqF5Upyp8/s1600/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0BDO6WigyI/TyfRRHE4X5I/AAAAAAAABmM/JwMqF5Upyp8/s320/luz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703757544975523730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Fotografiar el espacio es que la mirada recorre el espacio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;El espacio positivo es el que primero se percibe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 19px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;El espacio negativo es el que se precibe segundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3035298728565112667?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3035298728565112667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3035298728565112667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2012/01/espacios.html' title='espacios'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0BDO6WigyI/TyfRRHE4X5I/AAAAAAAABmM/JwMqF5Upyp8/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1834439507220966399</id><published>2012-01-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T02:49:18.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><title type='text'>trama y trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqJoC9GZVCM/Ty-vySFqEyI/AAAAAAAABmg/Cai0nduqTnM/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqJoC9GZVCM/Ty-vySFqEyI/AAAAAAAABmg/Cai0nduqTnM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705972531285594914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hacer y obtener algo a cambio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay quien hace las cosas gratis, por una recompensa interior, por una necesidad de complacer a una parte de si mismo. También hay quien se vende caro, o barato o gratuito. Si valoras en exceso tu trabajo es malo y te aísla pero si no te valoras no avanzas hacia donde soñaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1834439507220966399?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1834439507220966399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1834439507220966399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2012/01/hay-quien-hace-las-cosas-gratis-por-una.html' title='trama y trauma'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LqJoC9GZVCM/Ty-vySFqEyI/AAAAAAAABmg/Cai0nduqTnM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3912950586728879155</id><published>2012-01-17T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T04:27:10.244-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>Tonto ante el espejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELWhtcLWTkY/Tx_1DaUvXkI/AAAAAAAABlc/YbgJEFDdBpA/s1600/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELWhtcLWTkY/Tx_1DaUvXkI/AAAAAAAABlc/YbgJEFDdBpA/s320/s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701545092229062210" /&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;¿Quién me mira con esa mirada seductora y de deseo?...pero si soy yo!.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3912950586728879155?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3912950586728879155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3912950586728879155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2012/01/tonto-ante-el-espejo.html' title='Tonto ante el espejo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ELWhtcLWTkY/Tx_1DaUvXkI/AAAAAAAABlc/YbgJEFDdBpA/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-8643834139608423982</id><published>2011-12-30T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T10:24:58.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>3 miradas diferentes</title><content type='html'>M. G.: hay dos tipos de miradas. La mirada en detalle y la mirada global.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensamiento R&amp;gt;...Y dejar la puerta de la percepción  abierta "360º" fundiendo el interior y el exterior; eso creo que es intuición. Desaparece el continente. Mira el inconsciente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(y la mirada a los posos, mirada al interior con la percepción abierta como espejo...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-8643834139608423982?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8643834139608423982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8643834139608423982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-miradas-diferentes.html' title='3 miradas diferentes'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7107930625369764887</id><published>2011-12-28T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:50:27.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>blanco continuo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6OvcCBDRNY/TvssiA6CXxI/AAAAAAAABlA/RtJIsxiGIt8/s1600/mano%2Bde%2Bbarro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6OvcCBDRNY/TvssiA6CXxI/AAAAAAAABlA/RtJIsxiGIt8/s320/mano%2Bde%2Bbarro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691191516983353106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blanco corre el tiempo&lt;div&gt;como la arena al agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mano de barro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7107930625369764887?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7107930625369764887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7107930625369764887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/12/blanco-continuo.html' title='blanco continuo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a6OvcCBDRNY/TvssiA6CXxI/AAAAAAAABlA/RtJIsxiGIt8/s72-c/mano%2Bde%2Bbarro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3276511086810974795</id><published>2011-10-02T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T03:32:14.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>medusa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_6pv-Jlxic/Toi1IaKoEkI/AAAAAAAABAk/tapnym5o1DU/s1600/artificios%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_6pv-Jlxic/Toi1IaKoEkI/AAAAAAAABAk/tapnym5o1DU/s320/artificios%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658972087858500162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo diría que hay dos clases de fotógrafos; el que busca algo nuevo y diferente y el que busca reconocerse en el presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3276511086810974795?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3276511086810974795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3276511086810974795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/10/medusa.html' title='medusa'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_6pv-Jlxic/Toi1IaKoEkI/AAAAAAAABAk/tapnym5o1DU/s72-c/artificios%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1408019573455838783</id><published>2011-09-20T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:55:24.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>péndulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEhGKtEyCXM/Tnk13de7VdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/026fCYTRjUg/s1600/artificios%2B21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEhGKtEyCXM/Tnk13de7VdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/026fCYTRjUg/s320/artificios%2B21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654610034063791570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;l péndulo de la mente humana oscila entre el sentido y el sinsentido y no entre lo bueno y lo malo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Jung de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1408019573455838783?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1408019573455838783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1408019573455838783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/09/pendulo.html' title='péndulo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XEhGKtEyCXM/Tnk13de7VdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/026fCYTRjUg/s72-c/artificios%2B21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1044287077377350035</id><published>2011-09-20T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T17:50:49.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>despertar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWoullv1JTc/Tnk0Jcmn6NI/AAAAAAAAA9A/cGZ6Z3gPSAU/s1600/artificios%2B16.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWoullv1JTc/Tnk0Jcmn6NI/AAAAAAAAA9A/cGZ6Z3gPSAU/s320/artificios%2B16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654608144042027218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: medium; " &gt;&lt;b color="#000080"&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;u visión devendrá mas clara solamente cuando mires dentro de tu corazón... Aquel que mira afuera, sueña. Quién mira en su interior, despierta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;C. Jung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1044287077377350035?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1044287077377350035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1044287077377350035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/09/t-u-vision-devendra-mas-clara-solamente.html' title='despertar'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EWoullv1JTc/Tnk0Jcmn6NI/AAAAAAAAA9A/cGZ6Z3gPSAU/s72-c/artificios%2B16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-866819815434233099</id><published>2011-09-16T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:47:43.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>miras como piensas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dej6_OmNt0/TnPeGldhexI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AhH3q_0_fb0/s1600/artificios.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dej6_OmNt0/TnPeGldhexI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AhH3q_0_fb0/s320/artificios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653106161996626706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escribes como fotografías.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llevo buscando el pasado para reencontrarlo desde que recuerdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mis sueños se suceden en edificios laberínticos y semiderruidos e intento reconstruirlos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada vuelve a ser lo mismo. Esa vida anhelada es lo que tengo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-866819815434233099?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/866819815434233099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/866819815434233099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/09/miras-como-piensas.html' title='miras como piensas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dej6_OmNt0/TnPeGldhexI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AhH3q_0_fb0/s72-c/artificios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5425289278190308589</id><published>2011-09-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T18:03:00.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>poesía díptica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP7KEbPtY7s/Tm8zk8_ayrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QmcJgWySNA4/s1600/artificios+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP7KEbPtY7s/Tm8zk8_ayrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QmcJgWySNA4/s320/artificios+22.jpg" width="320" /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El fundamento de la poesía es la repetición de ciertos sonidos y una métrica, produciendo el ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como en la poesía (es lo mismo pero es diferente, es decir, parecido) en la imagen díptica también se busca eso. Es poesía visual. Dentro de la propia imagen también; el paralelismo y la repetición sirve para afianzar la idea, el objeto, la acción, el color o la forma; creando familia. Lo parecido se atrae. Además encontrar similitudes jugando con abstracción aumenta la capacidad visual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;La contraposición también tiene mucha fuerza estética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5425289278190308589?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5425289278190308589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5425289278190308589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/09/poesia-diptica.html' title='poesía díptica'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP7KEbPtY7s/Tm8zk8_ayrI/AAAAAAAAA8A/QmcJgWySNA4/s72-c/artificios+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7209407073985951112</id><published>2011-09-13T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:28:53.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artefactos'/><title type='text'>artefacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57vXXxBAqEw/Tm8stStzibI/AAAAAAAAA78/yeXHPIq9vnI/s1600/artificios+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57vXXxBAqEw/Tm8stStzibI/AAAAAAAAA78/yeXHPIq9vnI/s320/artificios+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;Una serie creada para el puro deleite estético y el asombro producido por la explosión de la luz con el silencio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7209407073985951112?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7209407073985951112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7209407073985951112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/09/artefacto.html' title='artefacto'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-57vXXxBAqEw/Tm8stStzibI/AAAAAAAAA78/yeXHPIq9vnI/s72-c/artificios+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4356482009227362408</id><published>2011-06-12T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T12:28:57.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>la aventura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sElIt2quVs0/TfUTaQaDR9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/BIOkXPBV9I0/s1600/DSC_0069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sElIt2quVs0/TfUTaQaDR9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/BIOkXPBV9I0/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617417452016322514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En las verdaderas aventuras nunca vuelves al punto de origen. &lt;div&gt;Mejor no ser nostálgico.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mencionada por J. Perro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4356482009227362408?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4356482009227362408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4356482009227362408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-aventura.html' title='la aventura'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sElIt2quVs0/TfUTaQaDR9I/AAAAAAAAA0A/BIOkXPBV9I0/s72-c/DSC_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3776330234432707430</id><published>2011-06-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T16:30:29.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><title type='text'>la fotografía chirriante de Morenatti</title><content type='html'>Está bien. En vista de los últimos acontecimientos, está bien. Los reporteros gráficos se quejan de que la verdad es asaltada. A esto Morenatti anuncia un decálogo con estrictas normas de comportamiento para el fotorreportero. Diez por no decir veinte, intenciones de no interferir en la realidad. ¿Cuándo un fotógrafo no interfiere en la realidad? Pensaba ya contestada la pregunta. Me parecía retórica. ¿Qué vamos a hacer? El activista es reportero para salvaguardar su físico y denunciar al mismo tiempo. Era el momento de usar la invisivilidad del fotógrafo. Como por arte de magia se enroca el activista a la posición de espectador (observador). Se han cambiado los papeles. Esa es la mutación social. Todos somos periodistas. Todos tenemos voz. Podemos denunciar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3776330234432707430?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3776330234432707430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3776330234432707430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/06/fotografia-chirriante-de-morenatti.html' title='la fotografía chirriante de Morenatti'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1619505865428905562</id><published>2011-05-11T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T04:42:59.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>hola de nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0U1f_ltrYc/TeDft0fBgqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lYPlJ0Otn38/s1600/trauma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0U1f_ltrYc/TeDft0fBgqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lYPlJ0Otn38/s320/trauma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611731113979511458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Estábamos allí...ante la cruenta realidad, en la intimidad pedregosa de las palabras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Estamos en escena, recuerda que debes decir algo interesante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No debemos olvidar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No he venido a rechistar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pareces enfadado. ¿no te bastan estas palabras?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Es verdad. Estamos en escena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1619505865428905562?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1619505865428905562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1619505865428905562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/05/hola-de-nuevo.html' title='hola de nuevo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0U1f_ltrYc/TeDft0fBgqI/AAAAAAAAAz0/lYPlJ0Otn38/s72-c/trauma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4635872037006045138</id><published>2011-05-09T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:11:26.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>Adorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM3gof8rYkQ/TchlVOuBOXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dzglxlb4U8s/s1600/xx.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM3gof8rYkQ/TchlVOuBOXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dzglxlb4U8s/s320/xx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604841151665355122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo más inconciliable es aquello que se parece pero está alimentado por centros distintos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W. Benjamin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4635872037006045138?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4635872037006045138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4635872037006045138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/05/adorno.html' title='Adorno'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YM3gof8rYkQ/TchlVOuBOXI/AAAAAAAAAzk/dzglxlb4U8s/s72-c/xx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1504702335780204410</id><published>2011-05-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:12:22.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>sin saber lo que contiene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_RQpRMUkQs/TcgDHAHf0wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HHFgMxJNdGE/s1600/NADA%2BNADA_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_RQpRMUkQs/TcgDHAHf0wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HHFgMxJNdGE/s320/NADA%2BNADA_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604733155087995650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mira eso (un huevo sale de entre el barro). ¿eso te parece confuso?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿esto te importa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿sin saber lo que contiene?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Silencio, no lo rompas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Se rompe poco a poco y una mariposa escapa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No lo iba a romper con mis palabras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿No? Eso era el miedo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mi esperanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1504702335780204410?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1504702335780204410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1504702335780204410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/05/sin-saber-lo-que-contiene.html' title='sin saber lo que contiene'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g_RQpRMUkQs/TcgDHAHf0wI/AAAAAAAAAyk/HHFgMxJNdGE/s72-c/NADA%2BNADA_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5755034390273191612</id><published>2011-05-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:15:40.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>Zapatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFZbvqYduP0/TceRtxhIT9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wv1jwwlqLS4/s1600/NADA%2BNADA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFZbvqYduP0/TceRtxhIT9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wv1jwwlqLS4/s320/NADA%2BNADA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604608476858306514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Si hay mentira existe su contrario, y si no existiera, ¿estarías tú aquí ahora?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿Aquí?¿dónde?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Aquí dentro de mis zapatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Las ideas son como los zapatos, sin zapatos estás más cerca de la tierra y cuando vuelas sólo los necesitas para apoyarte en el suelo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Un cuerpo sin pies es insoportable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Una tarde lluviosa me dijo:"te quiero a cántaros". Y ya sabes que el cántaro se rompe de tanto ir a la fuente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Y el barro, lo digo como lo oigo, es un trasunto de la ausencia de tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿la ausencia de tiempo? ¿se ha perdido?, pues ahora sólo falta encontrarlo allá donde esté.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ve solo, estoy cansado. Esperaré a que llegué el siguiente momento y me mezca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Si, pero, ¿y si no llega nunca?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- El tiempo se mide por los cambios... espera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5755034390273191612?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5755034390273191612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5755034390273191612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/05/zapatos.html' title='Zapatos'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFZbvqYduP0/TceRtxhIT9I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Wv1jwwlqLS4/s72-c/NADA%2BNADA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7333442101502751232</id><published>2011-04-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T13:03:21.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasaje'/><title type='text'>las respuestas conspiratorias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trtxZvSaDoI/Tb8NCz0B-2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/dOKzNlYwg2s/s1600/DSC_4178%2Bcomo%2Bobjeto%2Binteligente-1_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trtxZvSaDoI/Tb8NCz0B-2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/dOKzNlYwg2s/s320/DSC_4178%2Bcomo%2Bobjeto%2Binteligente-1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602210803391527778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Necesitamos respuestas....y todos buscamos respuestas para responder a las preguntas sin respuesta. Esas respuestas inventadas, no contrastadas y que nos sirven de mentira suplantando a las realidad son las llamadas respuestas conspiratorias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dijo nuestro querido amigo Punset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las neuronas están fritas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7333442101502751232?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7333442101502751232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7333442101502751232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/04/las-respuestas-conspiratorias.html' title='las respuestas conspiratorias'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trtxZvSaDoI/Tb8NCz0B-2I/AAAAAAAAAyU/dOKzNlYwg2s/s72-c/DSC_4178%2Bcomo%2Bobjeto%2Binteligente-1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4943720303134479844</id><published>2011-04-28T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:28:01.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arquitecturas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoiqPuwfk3s/TblAcVzczDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5TFuTvrWdYY/s1600/teruel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoiqPuwfk3s/TblAcVzczDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5TFuTvrWdYY/s320/teruel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600578467245378610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé que me gusta de esto. No sé si es lo feo, lo villano, lo triste, lo estético...Si el sueño del niño que dibuja la casa con cuatro palos hecho realidad. Lo real, inverosímil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4943720303134479844?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4943720303134479844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4943720303134479844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/04/arquitecturas.html' title='arquitecturas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CoiqPuwfk3s/TblAcVzczDI/AAAAAAAAAyE/5TFuTvrWdYY/s72-c/teruel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7024839341996465795</id><published>2011-04-20T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:08:29.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasaje'/><title type='text'>la gran voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqrXyeNT4WA/Ta6ggN7yNhI/AAAAAAAAAxo/hBC1Ge1NmpQ/s1600/DSC_8201parejas%2Bextra%25C3%25B1as.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqrXyeNT4WA/Ta6ggN7yNhI/AAAAAAAAAxo/hBC1Ge1NmpQ/s320/DSC_8201parejas%2Bextra%25C3%25B1as.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597587862224778770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le hablé al buzón de voz del Siglo XXI. Rápido, sin cortapisas y con todas las ganas que tenía de hablarle desde hace años. Una frase rápida y colgué. Estaba Excitado. Al día siguiente para mi sorpresa me escuche en la radio. Mi voz dirigida a miles, quizás millones de oyentes.  Una voz trémula, y dudosa dijo: "sólo tengo interesante que decir que creo que nadie tiene nada interesante que decir".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7024839341996465795?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7024839341996465795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7024839341996465795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-gran-voz.html' title='la gran voz'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqrXyeNT4WA/Ta6ggN7yNhI/AAAAAAAAAxo/hBC1Ge1NmpQ/s72-c/DSC_8201parejas%2Bextra%25C3%25B1as.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5220322419281867474</id><published>2011-03-27T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:48:47.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>anónimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bye-NiLdsoQ/TaP1rm0Mc-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Af6U_gh57Bg/s1600/bea.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bye-NiLdsoQ/TaP1rm0Mc-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Af6U_gh57Bg/s320/bea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594585291626935266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El artista no puede rendirse.&lt;div&gt;Si se rinde, no es artista, es un hombre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anónimo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5220322419281867474?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5220322419281867474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5220322419281867474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-artista-no-puede-rendirse.html' title='anónimo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bye-NiLdsoQ/TaP1rm0Mc-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/Af6U_gh57Bg/s72-c/bea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-995288412047401644</id><published>2011-03-10T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T03:27:45.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><title type='text'>mirarme tus ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtr7m16kyPE/TXi1mfFLBMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_XajR-mnOp4/s1600/madera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtr7m16kyPE/TXi1mfFLBMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_XajR-mnOp4/s320/madera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582411410908579010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-995288412047401644?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/995288412047401644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/995288412047401644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/03/mirarme-tus-ojos.html' title='mirarme tus ojos'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vtr7m16kyPE/TXi1mfFLBMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/_XajR-mnOp4/s72-c/madera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-8176680050119987070</id><published>2011-03-06T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:49:53.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>fuerzas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM1fmQyh8QI/TXSM32_uLpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jX_QcxzNO1I/s1600/fuerzas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM1fmQyh8QI/TXSM32_uLpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jX_QcxzNO1I/s320/fuerzas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581240729502363282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- El Sol me seca. Demasiada luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sólo te acuerdas cuando crees que no es justo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- No es justo. Está siendo implacable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ya se irá. Él o nosotros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Abres demasiado los ojos y ya sabes lo que hay. (fundido a negro, se pone el Sol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-8176680050119987070?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8176680050119987070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8176680050119987070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/03/fuerzas.html' title='fuerzas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CM1fmQyh8QI/TXSM32_uLpI/AAAAAAAAAw4/jX_QcxzNO1I/s72-c/fuerzas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-2382807201604657064</id><published>2011-03-02T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:52:58.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>salgema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6_jh7_eOTU/TW504QGVtUI/AAAAAAAAAww/bMdPv5eAYfI/s1600/salgema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6_jh7_eOTU/TW504QGVtUI/AAAAAAAAAww/bMdPv5eAYfI/s320/salgema.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579525498101675330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6_jh7_eOTU/TW504QGVtUI/AAAAAAAAAww/bMdPv5eAYfI/s1600/salgema.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especular se acerca comiendo a Fotocopia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿Qué haces, Fotocopia? (traga).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- un autorretrato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pues es...es como....como tú (masticando).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-2382807201604657064?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2382807201604657064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2382807201604657064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='salgema'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6_jh7_eOTU/TW504QGVtUI/AAAAAAAAAww/bMdPv5eAYfI/s72-c/salgema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6553471505867135385</id><published>2011-02-25T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:29:58.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>el desarrollo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkr0qd9ZVxc/TWeuO8PgeII/AAAAAAAAAwU/0wZdKESv_a8/s1600/flor%2Bseductora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkr0qd9ZVxc/TWeuO8PgeII/AAAAAAAAAwU/0wZdKESv_a8/s320/flor%2Bseductora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577618235234220162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkr0qd9ZVxc/TWeuO8PgeII/AAAAAAAAAwU/0wZdKESv_a8/s1600/flor%2Bseductora.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Mira el mundo, Especular. Lo estamos haciendo a nuestra imagen y semejanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sí, dentro de poco seremos todo. No quedará nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6553471505867135385?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6553471505867135385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6553471505867135385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/02/el-desarrollo.html' title='el desarrollo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkr0qd9ZVxc/TWeuO8PgeII/AAAAAAAAAwU/0wZdKESv_a8/s72-c/flor%2Bseductora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4978135874774806504</id><published>2011-02-25T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:08:30.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>comienzo y final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp4jtDCrUrs/TWelUddPdiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/fxY0V0Oc3jY/s1600/caracolademar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp4jtDCrUrs/TWelUddPdiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/fxY0V0Oc3jY/s320/caracolademar1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577608434444891682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El principio está en el final y sin embargo uno continúa", leen en un cartel. Fotocopia y Especular se miran.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y a dónde vamos?.&lt;br /&gt;- A morir tarde o temprano.&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Entonces quiero acabar.&lt;br /&gt;- Ya empezamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4978135874774806504?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4978135874774806504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4978135874774806504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/02/comienzo-y-final.html' title='comienzo y final'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yp4jtDCrUrs/TWelUddPdiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/fxY0V0Oc3jY/s72-c/caracolademar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1089286098240849368</id><published>2011-02-25T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:08:17.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sllv_OA5WY/TWejKqs67oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3c2Fywy3f-A/s1600/flor%2Bseductora%2Bseca2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sllv_OA5WY/TWejKqs67oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3c2Fywy3f-A/s320/flor%2Bseductora%2Bseca2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577606067178368642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotocopia entrega un folio en blanco a Especular (con insistenccia).&lt;br /&gt;Es una página en blanco.&lt;br /&gt;-Si es una página en blanco... es un gran desierto blanco ¿por qué?.&lt;br /&gt;Fotocopia no tiene nada que decir y permanece callado.&lt;br /&gt;-¿ acaso el desierto blanco es el sielncio?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1089286098240849368?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1089286098240849368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1089286098240849368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/02/flor.html' title='flor'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Sllv_OA5WY/TWejKqs67oI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3c2Fywy3f-A/s72-c/flor%2Bseductora%2Bseca2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1770184359640185832</id><published>2011-02-24T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T05:08:04.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transfiguraciones'/><title type='text'>transfiguraciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArCqjmsmQ34/TWY7wYpFcuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MCspIS_1jqg/s1600/planta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArCqjmsmQ34/TWY7wYpFcuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MCspIS_1jqg/s320/planta3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577210890979472098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre hay un, dos o tres.&lt;br /&gt;La figura es uno y lo que queda al fondo otra cosa que contextualiza (dos, todo lo que queda detrás).&lt;br /&gt;Tres, lo que hay delante (el espectador).&lt;br /&gt;Una imagen de solo fondo se convierte en paisaje.&lt;br /&gt;Una figura sin fondo es el todo figura (sale de los límites de la imagen).&lt;br /&gt;La transfiguración se produce cuando es la propia luz la que conforma el fondo, es decir, el contraluz (lleno).&lt;br /&gt;La ausencia de luz en el fondo representa a la oscuridad, que es vacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto es de la serie de la transfiguración.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1770184359640185832?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1770184359640185832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1770184359640185832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/02/transfiguraciones.html' title='transfiguraciones'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ArCqjmsmQ34/TWY7wYpFcuI/AAAAAAAAAv8/MCspIS_1jqg/s72-c/planta3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6575595926948659635</id><published>2011-01-25T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:54:38.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>de la extrañeza de no reconocerse en las fotos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TT9GgspVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/XY3LB_twGhQ/s1600/pano8KKK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TT9GgspVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/XY3LB_twGhQ/s320/pano8KKK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566245192007493506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se había visto. Bueno, nunca se había visto como los demás le veían. El espejo le devolvía el reflejo especular y llevaba toda la vida construyéndose al revés de como la gente terminaba aceptándole. Cuando se miró en la foto, miraba la cara de un extraño. Le sonaba esa cara, sí, le parecía familiar, pero no se reconocía. Quizás porque no se había visto nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6575595926948659635?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6575595926948659635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6575595926948659635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-la-extraneza-de-no-reconocerse-en.html' title='de la extrañeza de no reconocerse en las fotos'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TT9GgspVJ4I/AAAAAAAAAu8/XY3LB_twGhQ/s72-c/pano8KKK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4712010186767146076</id><published>2011-01-19T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:15:51.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>perfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TTacoH81M2I/AAAAAAAAAug/Fz7eugMAxD8/s1600/pano7W4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TTacoH81M2I/AAAAAAAAAug/Fz7eugMAxD8/s320/pano7W4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563806602805719906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿entonces..?&lt;br /&gt;-¿por qué has hablado? Era perfecto.&lt;br /&gt;- Ya verás la muerte, ya...¿por qué se ha acabado si era perfecto?&lt;br /&gt;-bueno, ¿se puede aspirar más en la vida?&lt;br /&gt;-¿el qué? ¿una pregunta como respuesta?&lt;br /&gt;-lo confundes todo.&lt;br /&gt;- es que todo es muy confuso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4712010186767146076?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4712010186767146076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4712010186767146076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfecto.html' title='perfecto'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TTacoH81M2I/AAAAAAAAAug/Fz7eugMAxD8/s72-c/pano7W4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4390044759869674946</id><published>2011-01-15T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T11:46:52.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TTH5lfjVktI/AAAAAAAAAuY/J7WsglyQaUI/s1600/paisaje%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TTH5lfjVktI/AAAAAAAAAuY/J7WsglyQaUI/s320/paisaje%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562501437299462866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4390044759869674946?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4390044759869674946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4390044759869674946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/01/x.html' title='x'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TTH5lfjVktI/AAAAAAAAAuY/J7WsglyQaUI/s72-c/paisaje%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-855212958488692868</id><published>2011-01-05T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T10:47:37.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>a través de la ventana del lado opuesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TSS8jxdr7hI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/j9p_oGzMCvo/s1600/a%2Btrav%25C3%25A9s%2Bde%2Bla%2Bventana%2B3%2Bcopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TSS8jxdr7hI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/j9p_oGzMCvo/s320/a%2Btrav%25C3%25A9s%2Bde%2Bla%2Bventana%2B3%2Bcopia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558775162841329170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos ancianitas...&lt;br /&gt;-Esta leche no está buena...&lt;br /&gt;-Y mañana Navidad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-855212958488692868?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/855212958488692868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/855212958488692868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/01/traves-de-la-ventana-del-lado-opuesto.html' title='a través de la ventana del lado opuesto'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TSS8jxdr7hI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/j9p_oGzMCvo/s72-c/a%2Btrav%25C3%25A9s%2Bde%2Bla%2Bventana%2B3%2Bcopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3335343546899529104</id><published>2011-01-05T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:56:04.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>a través de la ventana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TSSvqlAwCjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iaQ4qCVNEnI/s1600/a%2Btrav%25C3%25A9s%2Bde%2Bla%2Bventana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TSSvqlAwCjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iaQ4qCVNEnI/s320/a%2Btrav%25C3%25A9s%2Bde%2Bla%2Bventana2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558760986106661426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¡Felisa me muero! ¡Felisa me muero!.&lt;br /&gt;-¿Qué dices Antonio?.&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Felisa me muero!&lt;br /&gt;-¡Anda, Antonio, deja de hacer el idiota y ponte la dentadura!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Feliz año nuevo!.¡Feliz año nuevo!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3335343546899529104?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3335343546899529104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3335343546899529104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2011/01/traves-de-la-ventana.html' title='a través de la ventana'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TSSvqlAwCjI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iaQ4qCVNEnI/s72-c/a%2Btrav%25C3%25A9s%2Bde%2Bla%2Bventana2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7807490062963697189</id><published>2010-12-30T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:04:09.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><title type='text'>las mariposas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TR0sBEAx6FI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4WyyOl7Vxho/s1600/DSC_9489_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TR0sBEAx6FI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4WyyOl7Vxho/s320/DSC_9489_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556645912013563986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las mariposas se me posaban sin miedo. Su raiz significa idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7807490062963697189?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7807490062963697189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7807490062963697189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/las-mariposas.html' title='las mariposas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TR0sBEAx6FI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4WyyOl7Vxho/s72-c/DSC_9489_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1478863819021023702</id><published>2010-12-15T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:49:46.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><title type='text'>buenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQnEaEYj87I/AAAAAAAAAtg/J5JMvsNXtek/s1600/Gemaql%257E2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQnEaEYj87I/AAAAAAAAAtg/J5JMvsNXtek/s320/Gemaql%257E2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551183967843251122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las mujeres buenas van al cielo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1478863819021023702?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1478863819021023702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1478863819021023702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/buenas.html' title='buenas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQnEaEYj87I/AAAAAAAAAtg/J5JMvsNXtek/s72-c/Gemaql%257E2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7920533967345342234</id><published>2010-12-15T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:45:33.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un golpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQnDNIOCWQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EQp9N9XGp-U/s1600/gema.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQnDNIOCWQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EQp9N9XGp-U/s320/gema.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551182646022920450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7920533967345342234?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7920533967345342234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7920533967345342234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-golpe.html' title='un golpe'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQnDNIOCWQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/EQp9N9XGp-U/s72-c/gema.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-2721998572325986322</id><published>2010-12-11T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T04:37:41.627-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><title type='text'>espejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQNwelw9RPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/66HIq_TnQz4/s1600/Blanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQNwelw9RPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/66HIq_TnQz4/s320/Blanca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549402836686423282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que ponemos un espejo engañamos al espacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-2721998572325986322?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2721998572325986322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2721998572325986322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/cada-vez-que-ponemos-un-espejo.html' title='espejo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TQNwelw9RPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/66HIq_TnQz4/s72-c/Blanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-565565642912047049</id><published>2010-12-03T17:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T02:20:30.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>lo mismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmXbrVXamI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i58j9RiUV2w/s1600/ducha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmXbrVXamI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i58j9RiUV2w/s320/ducha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546630917828078178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la profundidad se manifiesta en superficie se desestabiliza el continente y contenido. Se vacia el recipiente cuanto más reluce su sabor, puesto que ha de cambiar de sitio (como si el sabor pesara hacia el fondo y el gusto palpara la superficie). Si se vacía tiene que llenarse, si se llena tiene que vaciarse. El equilibrio se constituye en el secular intercambio de contenido (profundidad) y superficie (continente).&lt;br /&gt;Un vacio si te cuento, una presencia si te escucho.&lt;br /&gt;El arte debe ser equilibrio, debe ser una figura independiente. Una existencia autosuficiente, invariable, inmutable. Puede que ahí radique su magia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-565565642912047049?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/565565642912047049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/565565642912047049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/lo-mismo.html' title='lo mismo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmXbrVXamI/AAAAAAAAAtA/i58j9RiUV2w/s72-c/ducha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3642917018751494149</id><published>2010-12-03T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:39:48.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>sumie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmZkpDgs5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/hYrCQJT3cAc/s1600/sumie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmZkpDgs5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/hYrCQJT3cAc/s320/sumie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546633270858396562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los desconocido a lo desconocido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3642917018751494149?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3642917018751494149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3642917018751494149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/sumie.html' title='sumie'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmZkpDgs5I/AAAAAAAAAtI/hYrCQJT3cAc/s72-c/sumie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7033010041220218730</id><published>2010-12-03T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:41:47.549-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><title type='text'>fondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmVIivgZeI/AAAAAAAAAso/AFBGBfRnVUE/s1600/Silvia%2Bcopia%2Bcopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmVIivgZeI/AAAAAAAAAso/AFBGBfRnVUE/s320/Silvia%2Bcopia%2Bcopia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546628390081029602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fondo y la figura están compartiendo espacio.&lt;br /&gt;Si la verdad está en el fondo, lo demás puede estar en la figura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7033010041220218730?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7033010041220218730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7033010041220218730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/12/fondo.html' title='fondo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPmVIivgZeI/AAAAAAAAAso/AFBGBfRnVUE/s72-c/Silvia%2Bcopia%2Bcopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6050286941565155682</id><published>2010-11-29T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:27:36.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>supervivencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPX_B58HsiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hMiRyy3mHUA/s1600/m.a..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPX_B58HsiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hMiRyy3mHUA/s320/m.a..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545618924374569506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mirar tus propias imágenes como un extraño hace falta tiempo y distancia, alejarse de uno mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y luego está lo del estilo. Acostumbras a alguien a ver  tus fotos de determinada manera y lo moldeas. La supervivencia del ego nos impide leer imágenes con nuevos códigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6050286941565155682?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6050286941565155682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6050286941565155682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/supervivencia.html' title='supervivencia'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPX_B58HsiI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hMiRyy3mHUA/s72-c/m.a..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3351021272384824589</id><published>2010-11-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:06:52.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>viñeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPFk11n7IkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2BDwlk_oEbc/s1600/mar%25C3%25ADa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPFk11n7IkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2BDwlk_oEbc/s320/mar%25C3%25ADa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544323492360168002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotocopia está leyendo un comic.&lt;br /&gt;-Soy el transeunte infiel; Tengo el hambre de saber, tengo el hambre de vivir, tengo el hambre de la luz, tengo el hambre del aire. Tengo el hambre del movimiento.&lt;br /&gt;La viñeta es un plano de la mesa donde se encuentra el libro.&lt;br /&gt;Luego hay otra viñeta más o menos parecida, pero en lugar de un libro aparece una manzana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estás tratando como si estuvieras leyendo el libro de tu vida, sin dejar tiempo para cambiar el guión.&lt;br /&gt;Impides que nada te sorprenda, para evitar el no saber reaccionar. Mostrando una cruel indiferencia. es como leer sin leer. Sin cambiar ni una linea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3351021272384824589?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3351021272384824589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3351021272384824589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/vineta.html' title='viñeta'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPFk11n7IkI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2BDwlk_oEbc/s72-c/mar%25C3%25ADa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3548632239347301154</id><published>2010-11-27T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T06:35:41.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>elsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPEUs8pShBI/AAAAAAAAAro/irUOK2TUM7A/s1600/ELSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPEUs8pShBI/AAAAAAAAAro/irUOK2TUM7A/s320/ELSA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544235378695898130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la observación estaría fuera del lugar, ¿quién ha pesado nunca el alma?.&lt;br /&gt;Sender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3548632239347301154?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3548632239347301154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3548632239347301154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/elsa.html' title='elsa'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPEUs8pShBI/AAAAAAAAAro/irUOK2TUM7A/s72-c/ELSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4464267003464991975</id><published>2010-11-27T04:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T04:47:27.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>María</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPD9D-QX15I/AAAAAAAAArY/V4817xIyPEI/s1600/Mariam%257E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPD9D-QX15I/AAAAAAAAArY/V4817xIyPEI/s320/Mariam%257E1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544209385986185106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotocopia y especular : de cara con la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.:(lee) " El nombre es como el rostro". Milán Kundera.&lt;br /&gt;e. (piensa): mierda.&lt;br /&gt;f.: idem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4464267003464991975?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4464267003464991975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4464267003464991975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/maria.html' title='María'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPD9D-QX15I/AAAAAAAAArY/V4817xIyPEI/s72-c/Mariam%257E1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1969997520401487921</id><published>2010-11-18T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T00:19:02.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>moscas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TOYty-xCqdI/AAAAAAAAArM/R2fGf87y5SQ/s1600/barco%2Bde%2Bpapel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TOYty-xCqdI/AAAAAAAAArM/R2fGf87y5SQ/s320/barco%2Bde%2Bpapel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541166745391376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los curiosos parecen moscas. Parecen pero no son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1969997520401487921?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1969997520401487921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1969997520401487921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/moscas.html' title='moscas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TOYty-xCqdI/AAAAAAAAArM/R2fGf87y5SQ/s72-c/barco%2Bde%2Bpapel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1980313355799701134</id><published>2010-11-18T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:49:56.113-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>la imagen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TOYrN9yutEI/AAAAAAAAArE/YQuOOJkCqJw/s1600/arcoS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TOYrN9yutEI/AAAAAAAAArE/YQuOOJkCqJw/s320/arcoS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541163910451606594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fotocopia y especular van caminando por un desierto, el cielo blanco y el suelo blanco, delimitados por una linea&lt;br /&gt;ven un huevo en la lejanía.&lt;br /&gt;-mira eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acercan, la imagen es un huevo (grande).&lt;br /&gt;Mirándose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ¿eso contiene algo?&lt;br /&gt;- hay que tener valor para destruir&lt;br /&gt;- o ser osado&lt;br /&gt;cascan la cáscara con un martillo y una piedra. no hay nada dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nada&lt;br /&gt;- nada, y ya noy hay cáscara.&lt;br /&gt; se quedan mirando los restos. caminan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al fondo se divisa una muñeca rusa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1980313355799701134?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1980313355799701134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1980313355799701134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/la-imagen.html' title='la imagen'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TOYrN9yutEI/AAAAAAAAArE/YQuOOJkCqJw/s72-c/arcoS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1161382611348849684</id><published>2010-11-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:51:22.446-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotocopia y especular'/><title type='text'>e.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TODkhcuWEII/AAAAAAAAAqk/GhHt5Tg4HbU/s1600/estela%2Bblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TODkhcuWEII/AAAAAAAAAqk/GhHt5Tg4HbU/s320/estela%2Bblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539678804963102850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mira eso (una piedra) ¿de donde habrá salido?.&lt;br /&gt;- de otra piedra.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿esto te importa?&lt;br /&gt;-¿se puede pedir más? ¿quieres más a un pájaro?&lt;br /&gt;- yo sólo quiero lo que veo.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿dónde habrá ido la mariposa? ¿te acuerdas?&lt;br /&gt;- al aire, a la piedra, al agua, al fuego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(extracto de una conversación entre fotocopia y especular).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1161382611348849684?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1161382611348849684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1161382611348849684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='e.m.'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TODkhcuWEII/AAAAAAAAAqk/GhHt5Tg4HbU/s72-c/estela%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4750472750493182710</id><published>2010-11-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T03:07:18.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>paseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TNPW8TDZLXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MVg8jHjTCbI/s1600/la+estrella1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TNPW8TDZLXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MVg8jHjTCbI/s320/la+estrella1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536004698363473266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta tarde dí un paseo tomando fotos como quien sólo se fija en las cosas presentes y triviales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4750472750493182710?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4750472750493182710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4750472750493182710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/11/paseo.html' title='paseo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TNPW8TDZLXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MVg8jHjTCbI/s72-c/la+estrella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6825079504842764610</id><published>2010-10-28T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:59:00.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>no se despegaba de si mismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TNPVX4mtmmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/z1JVZURDlyY/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TNPVX4mtmmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/z1JVZURDlyY/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536002973276936802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba todo el día creando, consigo mismo, mismas ideas, mismas visiones.&lt;br /&gt;Toda la vida fue la misma persona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6825079504842764610?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6825079504842764610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6825079504842764610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-se-despegaba-de-si-mismo.html' title='no se despegaba de si mismo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TNPVX4mtmmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/z1JVZURDlyY/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5418778548504391854</id><published>2010-10-27T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:28:14.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>demonios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMfUYCmhfMI/AAAAAAAAAps/UGlnCqOW81Q/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMfUYCmhfMI/AAAAAAAAAps/UGlnCqOW81Q/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532624176728341698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien propone un juego ¿es un demonio?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5418778548504391854?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5418778548504391854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5418778548504391854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/demonios.html' title='demonios'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMfUYCmhfMI/AAAAAAAAAps/UGlnCqOW81Q/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7651173200500197210</id><published>2010-10-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:20:44.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>el peligro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMfSLbtUILI/AAAAAAAAApk/k75OU3YktK0/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMfSLbtUILI/AAAAAAAAApk/k75OU3YktK0/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532621761106157746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CERRAD LOS OJOS.&lt;br /&gt;ALLÍ DONDE LA VISIÓN NO EXISTE, LA GENTE PELIGRA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7651173200500197210?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7651173200500197210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7651173200500197210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-peligro.html' title='el peligro'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMfSLbtUILI/AAAAAAAAApk/k75OU3YktK0/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6353510431267295371</id><published>2010-10-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:00:39.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasaje'/><title type='text'>mmm Vilallonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMZ8FOyfB5I/AAAAAAAAApM/o-ly-CIkmDo/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMZ8FOyfB5I/AAAAAAAAApM/o-ly-CIkmDo/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532245621582268306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién nos embarca?,&lt;br /&gt;¿quién nos engaña?,&lt;br /&gt;¿qué hace una barca en mitad de la montaña?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6353510431267295371?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6353510431267295371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6353510431267295371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/mmm-vilallonga.html' title='mmm Vilallonga'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TMZ8FOyfB5I/AAAAAAAAApM/o-ly-CIkmDo/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6116171665973819050</id><published>2010-10-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T10:03:52.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>el que tenga ojos que vea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TLSPiZE9TWI/AAAAAAAAApA/-s7a9wlwWJE/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TLSPiZE9TWI/AAAAAAAAApA/-s7a9wlwWJE/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527200463700446562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraba en mis sueños dos cosas reales, como en fotografías diferentes, y una voz me decía; "tranquilo, son la misma cosa, lo que las diferencia es la manera en la que la luz, el vehículo, las manifiesta". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Como si la luz tomara su forma y se las llevara de una mente a otra).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6116171665973819050?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6116171665973819050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6116171665973819050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-que-tiene-ojos-que-vea.html' title='el que tenga ojos que vea'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TLSPiZE9TWI/AAAAAAAAApA/-s7a9wlwWJE/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-384284067532376338</id><published>2010-10-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:31:22.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasaje'/><title type='text'>adivinanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TK9VPiqda0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/kpCh839xtgQ/s1600/extra%C3%B1asparejas001_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TK9VPiqda0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/kpCh839xtgQ/s320/extra%C3%B1asparejas001_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525728993298180930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucedió una noche (hace una semana) que un sapo vino a casa a visitarnos. Yo, temeroso por un cuento que leí el mismo día fui incapaz de echar al sapo (que yo diría que era una rana). Le agitaba cosas para asustarla en el quicio de la puerta y ni siquiera pestañeaba. Finalmente mi querida madre optó por empujarla. No es que yo no hubiera podido hacerlo, ya que no me dan asco y esas cosas (que de hecho si me lo dan), pero también me apenaría lastimarla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cuento es el siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cuando el monje sale, los sapos entran en el templo. ¿Cuándo entran los sapos en el templo?&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Muy fácil, Maestro: los sapos entran en el templo cuando el monje sale!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Necio!&lt;br /&gt;- Pero usted mismo me lo dijo: cuando el monje sale los sapos entran…&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Torpe!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Entran cuando tienen calor y buscan la sombra!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Tramposo!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Entran cuando el monje olvida cerrar la puerta!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Iluso!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Entran cuando saben que allí dentro se pueden iluminar!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Intelectual, aprende a morir!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Los sapos nunca entran en el templo porque el monje no lo abandona jamás!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Eso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://ojodoro.net/)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-384284067532376338?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/384284067532376338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/384284067532376338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/adivinanza.html' title='adivinanza'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TK9VPiqda0I/AAAAAAAAAo4/kpCh839xtgQ/s72-c/extra%C3%B1asparejas001_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-8277082454397121328</id><published>2010-10-01T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:47:49.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><title type='text'>ros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TKWWVf9uEQI/AAAAAAAAAow/H43l4fqaUS8/s1600/PINTRURETES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TKWWVf9uEQI/AAAAAAAAAow/H43l4fqaUS8/s320/PINTRURETES.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522985814141571330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¡Cuidado con el ego!. ¡El huevo se siente más inteligente que la gallina!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-8277082454397121328?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8277082454397121328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8277082454397121328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/10/ros.html' title='ros'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TKWWVf9uEQI/AAAAAAAAAow/H43l4fqaUS8/s72-c/PINTRURETES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-2323162233004465096</id><published>2010-09-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:59:24.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>epílogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJ_PwvW9aTI/AAAAAAAAAog/RUW-epD1ZGs/s1600/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJ_PwvW9aTI/AAAAAAAAAog/RUW-epD1ZGs/s320/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n+8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360104432953650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando nos conocimos, tú ya estabas aquí, parecías estar desde siempre. Yo no había visto nada, y algunas cosas no me gustaron. Fue inevitable verlas, una vez que fueron vistas, ¿lo recuerdas? Te excusaste por envolverme en tu aire.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Qué otra cosa podía hacer además de darte palmadas en el culo?&lt;br /&gt;- Aún tengo las reminiscencias desde entonces, pero de eso no me acuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;- Por eso te lo digo...&lt;br /&gt;- A la derecha tenía una ventana alta y el horizonte. No me cansaba de mirarlo hasta que me cansaba y me iba por la puerta de la izquierda mientras el canto de los niños y los pájaros. Abajo los pájaros quedaban muy arriba, demasiado lejos y pequeños. Los juegos de los niños eran para perder o ganar, aunque lo importante era participar. Las reglas eran bobas. Todos quedaban bobos y me daba pena, pero amar resultaba tan sencillo.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Quieres acabar viendo un solo túnel?&lt;br /&gt;- El asesinato no es la solución perfecta. Cuando saltaba era cuando la alegría era más intensa.&lt;br /&gt;- Comer no era difícil, lo difícil era que pensaras que te aceptaban los demás en tu propia conciencia. Creías que tenías que ser útil, y todavía lo piensas.&lt;br /&gt;- Cada vez tengo menos vergüenza, que no deja comer.&lt;br /&gt;- Sí,te veo cada día más ancho.&lt;br /&gt;- Esos son tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;- Quiero cerrarlos, pero veo a través de los tuyos abiertos. Cerradlos y soñadme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJ_QBXm6UoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/FEGViq4WuDI/s1600/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJ_QBXm6UoI/AAAAAAAAAoo/FEGViq4WuDI/s320/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521360390115185282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(¿Qué te pone triste? ¿es nostalgia? ¿nostalgia de la alegría pasada? ¿no saber realmente qué es esto? Supongo que la finalidad es crear algo, un trozo de camino juntos). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-2323162233004465096?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2323162233004465096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2323162233004465096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='epílogo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJ_PwvW9aTI/AAAAAAAAAog/RUW-epD1ZGs/s72-c/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-909506924068288624</id><published>2010-09-17T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:29:04.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>piedras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJM0kes5prI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TQUhSNZYQI0/s1600/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJM0kes5prI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TQUhSNZYQI0/s320/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517811769780315826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me abandono para tener la alegría de encontrarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-909506924068288624?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/909506924068288624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/909506924068288624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/piedras.html' title='piedras'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJM0kes5prI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TQUhSNZYQI0/s72-c/%C3%A1rboles+del+volc%C3%A1n5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-203383993858969827</id><published>2010-09-15T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T17:29:17.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>la duda ofende</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJFjsagBX1I/AAAAAAAAAoA/hvfJ6V-Hfok/s1600/la+duda+ofende+bloee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJFjsagBX1I/AAAAAAAAAoA/hvfJ6V-Hfok/s320/la+duda+ofende+bloee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517300633184591698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cometer errores y el sufrimiento (dos cosas, a veces, irremediablemente unidas) son fuentes del saber que cicatrizan de modo más profundo, y paradójicamente, muestra una vida más intensa, más vivida. Por eso digo que la televisión emite sin saber. Su lenguaje (el audiovisual), tiene implícita e innatamente unos conceptos más desarrollados, pero como en todo lenguaje, hay que saber expresarlos, y también interpretarlos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-203383993858969827?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/203383993858969827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/203383993858969827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-duda-ofende_15.html' title='la duda ofende'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TJFjsagBX1I/AAAAAAAAAoA/hvfJ6V-Hfok/s72-c/la+duda+ofende+bloee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-2944256791130789877</id><published>2010-09-10T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T03:52:41.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>un cable suelto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIoLqIPnhKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nc9BZemFuWQ/s1600/DSC_3628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIoLqIPnhKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nc9BZemFuWQ/s320/DSC_3628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515233512063992994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fabricante de sueños y recuerdos (maneras de ir hacia atrás).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijo G. Quintana: Este tiene un cable suelto, jijiji (2010 al ver el dibujo).&lt;br /&gt;Dijo G.Quintana: Estaría bien si pudieses repetir esto (por 1996, seriamente).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-2944256791130789877?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2944256791130789877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2944256791130789877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-cable-suelto.html' title='un cable suelto'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIoLqIPnhKI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nc9BZemFuWQ/s72-c/DSC_3628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5020557410392747551</id><published>2010-09-03T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:19:57.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>La diferencia no es grande.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIChl1rQ4kI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TyjPEGTZeII/s1600/_DSC1779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIChl1rQ4kI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TyjPEGTZeII/s320/_DSC1779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512583615337259586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya se sabe que el hombre es una mano con reloj.&lt;br /&gt;Sender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5020557410392747551?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5020557410392747551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5020557410392747551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-diferencia-no-es-grande.html' title='La diferencia no es grande.'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIChl1rQ4kI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TyjPEGTZeII/s72-c/_DSC1779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-740199331202623160</id><published>2010-09-02T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:00:46.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>entre nieblas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TICcsvgv8GI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_mCWXYqc51g/s1600/_DSC1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TICcsvgv8GI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_mCWXYqc51g/s320/_DSC1701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512578236383490146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo desnudo es la realidad, y desnudarla la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Ortega y Gasset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-740199331202623160?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/740199331202623160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/740199331202623160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/entre-nieblas.html' title='entre nieblas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TICcsvgv8GI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_mCWXYqc51g/s72-c/_DSC1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3889748131133396974</id><published>2010-09-01T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:20:47.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>sobre W. Benjamin (II y más)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIChyoV4tGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tYhEO_pTKgI/s1600/_DSC1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIChyoV4tGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tYhEO_pTKgI/s320/_DSC1738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512583835096233058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo eterno es en todo caso un adorno en la ropa que una idea.&lt;br /&gt;Una obra de arte crece con su repetida contemplación.&lt;br /&gt;La obra de arte es sintética, central, energética. &lt;br /&gt;Las definiciones de Benjamin son eternizaciones del instante en que la cosa acude a sí misma.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo conoce a una persona quien la ama sin esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que es objeto se convierte en sujeto a través del puente del lenguaje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3889748131133396974?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3889748131133396974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3889748131133396974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre-w-benjamin-ii-y-mas.html' title='sobre W. Benjamin (II y más)'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TIChyoV4tGI/AAAAAAAAAnU/tYhEO_pTKgI/s72-c/_DSC1738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-9041428542702117769</id><published>2010-09-01T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:22:09.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>sobre W. Benjamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TH7D-25kgxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UsvbmVwyDEg/s1600/_DSC1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TH7D-25kgxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UsvbmVwyDEg/s320/_DSC1751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512058478604354322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo más inconciliable es aquello que se parece, pero está alimentado por centros distintos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-9041428542702117769?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/9041428542702117769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/9041428542702117769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/sobre.html' title='sobre W. Benjamin'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TH7D-25kgxI/AAAAAAAAAm0/UsvbmVwyDEg/s72-c/_DSC1751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1413164844966754960</id><published>2010-09-01T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:48:47.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>memoria del logos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TH4P5OLI3vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/qRH9SVTC2zU/s1600/_DSC1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TH4P5OLI3vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/qRH9SVTC2zU/s320/_DSC1759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511860469679841010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El bloqueo homogeneo y clausurado para siempre del mensaje escrito arrastra consigo un tiempo perfecto y clausurado ya.&lt;br /&gt;La comunicación de la escritura, el sentido de lo dicho, se congrega en torno a unas ideas que se han convertido ya en historia, o sea, que han perdido urgencia y compromiso para ganar significación.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1413164844966754960?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1413164844966754960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1413164844966754960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/09/memoria-del-logos.html' title='memoria del logos'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TH4P5OLI3vI/AAAAAAAAAmU/qRH9SVTC2zU/s72-c/_DSC1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7058311226472658313</id><published>2010-08-30T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T04:39:51.412-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>una manera de mirar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/THzpuVW1XfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0AFyytzFTF4/s1600/_DSC1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/THzpuVW1XfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0AFyytzFTF4/s320/_DSC1902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511537026210815474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La novia miraba el catálogo de trajes de novio, tranquila, pausada, como si estuviera comprando marido (y es que parece que buscamos encontrarnos en la imagen, que deseamos mirarnos, como en un espejo...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7058311226472658313?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7058311226472658313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7058311226472658313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/08/una-manera-de-mirar.html' title='una manera de mirar'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/THzpuVW1XfI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0AFyytzFTF4/s72-c/_DSC1902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5476599474002183577</id><published>2010-08-30T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T04:37:55.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><title type='text'>persiguiéndome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/THzpg8cLYdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/J6iQLaDRX8A/s1600/_DSC1714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/THzpg8cLYdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/J6iQLaDRX8A/s320/_DSC1714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511536796184043986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaya, ahora ya sé lo que es que te hagan 10 fotografias por segundo. Un grupo de invitados me asaltó y me persiguió cuando me iba del baile con una cámara cada uno. Creo que tengo que tomármelo con más calma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5476599474002183577?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5476599474002183577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5476599474002183577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/08/persiguiendome.html' title='persiguiéndome'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/THzpg8cLYdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/J6iQLaDRX8A/s72-c/_DSC1714.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1667048758905423524</id><published>2010-08-03T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T01:37:21.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>Goza cuando mires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TFfVLHsjiiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cESQ3pgCUnI/s1600/naves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TFfVLHsjiiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cESQ3pgCUnI/s320/naves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501099856877554210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goza de cada cosa que mira (uno que observa un vaso).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1667048758905423524?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1667048758905423524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1667048758905423524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/08/goza-cuando-mires.html' title='Goza cuando mires'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TFfVLHsjiiI/AAAAAAAAAlc/cESQ3pgCUnI/s72-c/naves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6543798689786338088</id><published>2010-07-23T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T03:24:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depósito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEltnNibkDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2ou_x6YtR6M/s1600/deposito2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEltnNibkDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2ou_x6YtR6M/s320/deposito2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497045340598800434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6543798689786338088?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6543798689786338088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6543798689786338088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/07/deposito.html' title='depósito'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEltnNibkDI/AAAAAAAAAlU/2ou_x6YtR6M/s72-c/deposito2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3267277753323481375</id><published>2010-07-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:03:22.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los juegos del sol'/><title type='text'>más importante que la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEZSeZrhYjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vecwo2Hee4Y/s1600/mariposa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEZSeZrhYjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vecwo2Hee4Y/s320/mariposa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496171077495251506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más importante que la luna&lt;br /&gt;el índice que apunta a la luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3267277753323481375?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3267277753323481375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3267277753323481375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='más importante que la luna'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEZSeZrhYjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Vecwo2Hee4Y/s72-c/mariposa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-2729986125573094131</id><published>2010-07-20T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:54:29.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si estás aquí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEf40jPJSiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kJ3NtjBiEpA/s1600/casa+en+el+trigo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEf40jPJSiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kJ3NtjBiEpA/s320/casa+en+el+trigo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496635451924630050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estás aquí&lt;br /&gt;no estés en otra parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-2729986125573094131?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2729986125573094131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2729986125573094131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-estas-aqui_20.html' title='Si estás aquí'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEf40jPJSiI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kJ3NtjBiEpA/s72-c/casa+en+el+trigo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4338907717761214389</id><published>2010-07-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:38:28.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fractus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>me persigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEZBeFY-QuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wXm5949cqpc/s1600/%C3%A1rboles+en+el+camino72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEZBeFY-QuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wXm5949cqpc/s320/%C3%A1rboles+en+el+camino72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496152380351070946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que busco&lt;br /&gt;me persigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4338907717761214389?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4338907717761214389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4338907717761214389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/07/me-persigue.html' title='me persigue'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TEZBeFY-QuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wXm5949cqpc/s72-c/%C3%A1rboles+en+el+camino72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-8964647574083933326</id><published>2010-07-20T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T17:16:41.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><title type='text'>Un buen fotógrafo</title><content type='html'>Es un buen fotógrafo. Nosotros queríamos que nos hiciese las fotos él expresamente, y por eso nos hizo las fotos a la vuelta de la Luna de miel. Colgamos una maravillosa foto en nuestro salón, a lo grande... y a todo el mundo le gusta... Nadie diría que somos nosotros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-8964647574083933326?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8964647574083933326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8964647574083933326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-buen-fotografo.html' title='Un buen fotógrafo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4225250174802888983</id><published>2010-07-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T03:55:48.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>La Fenomenología de Husserl: Aprender a ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TD2XpBaUXyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YuHBS8TdI68/s1600/ni%C3%B1a+roja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TD2XpBaUXyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YuHBS8TdI68/s320/ni%C3%B1a+roja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493713851471126306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La reducción eidética es un procedimiento mediante el cual un hecho es reducido a su esencia. Esto quiere decir que todos los elementos casuales, contingentes, secundarios y dependientes son metódicamente eliminados de la experiencia, de manera: que no quede como residuo final de la operación sino el elemento necesario, aquello sin lo cual la experiencia perdería su identidad. Este elemento necesario es la esencia; de ella cabe tener un conocimiento seguro y que sirve de guía y de base a todo saber posterior acerca de las cosas que dependen de tal esencia. Hay otros tipos de reducción; ¿qué se ganaría con practicar la reducción eidética para salvarse de la confusa variedad de la cosas y del peligro de confundir lo secundario con lo esencial, si, por otra parte, una serie de prejuicios y opiniones infundadas perturbaran la capacidad que tenemos de ver las cosas como son? Husserl insiste de continuo que hay que someter nuestras opiniones y creencias, nuestros supuestos, a una vigilancia rigurosa de modo que no enturbien la posibilidad que tenemos de captar lo que se muestra tal como se muestra. Pero con esto no basta: es preciso poner de lado, además, todas las doctrinas tradicionales, las enseñanzas recibidas e iniciar el estudio de los problemas que queremos resolver, libres de toda opinión o teoría previa y dirigiéndonos a las cosas mismas. En esto consiste la reducción filosófica. Podemos ver que las reducciones son pasos metódicos por medio de los cuales el fenomenólogo se deshace paulatinamente de elementos de diversa índole que, partes de su experiencia habitual, se interponen entre él y las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La reducción eidética y la filosófica son, a pesar de su importancia, operaciones menores comparadas con la reducción trascendental, responsable del sello propio de todo el pensamiento husserliano. ¿Qué servicio presta y cómo se realiza? ¿qué es lo reducido en ella y cuál es el residuo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avizora.com/publicaciones/filosofia/textos/0065_fenomenologia_husserl.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4225250174802888983?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4225250174802888983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4225250174802888983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-fenomenologia-de-husserl-aprender.html' title='La Fenomenología de Husserl: Aprender a ver'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TD2XpBaUXyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/YuHBS8TdI68/s72-c/ni%C3%B1a+roja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-5703475315719275779</id><published>2010-06-29T09:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:20:08.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>dark side of the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TCob8m3dX_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/lTX4-JtlqsY/s1600/dark+side+of+the+rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TCob8m3dX_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/lTX4-JtlqsY/s320/dark+side+of+the+rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488229823943630834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Los intermedios dejan que otras cosas ocurran entre imagen e imagen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....el mapa de la mal llamada cara oscura de la Luna (en realidad está perfectamente iluminada cuando está orientada al Sol aunque no se vea desde la Tierra). No es la primera vez ni mucho menos que se observa esa cara oculta, que incluso vieron los astronautas del programa Apolo, pero sí se aportan nuevos detalles. Esa mitad de la Luna, explica la NASA, es mucho más accidentada que la otra y tiene muchos más cráteres, incluido uno de los mayores del Sistema Solar, el cráter Aiken cercano al polo Sur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-5703475315719275779?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5703475315719275779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/5703475315719275779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/06/dark-side-of-rainbow.html' title='dark side of the rainbow'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TCob8m3dX_I/AAAAAAAAAj4/lTX4-JtlqsY/s72-c/dark+side+of+the+rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3362585334048763601</id><published>2010-06-10T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:23:37.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>ójala Burdeny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TBCYvwC9BNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/J2F-VxkT8sU/s1600/torre+del+agua+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TBCYvwC9BNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/J2F-VxkT8sU/s320/torre+del+agua+WEB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481048692628456658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿saben los modelos cuan grotescos son? Pareciera que no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3362585334048763601?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3362585334048763601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3362585334048763601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/06/ojala-duberny.html' title='ójala Burdeny'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TBCYvwC9BNI/AAAAAAAAAjw/J2F-VxkT8sU/s72-c/torre+del+agua+WEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-314161022597732146</id><published>2010-06-10T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:47:40.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><title type='text'>transformación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TBCVRayfzuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W_V1baEv_AY/s1600/LUNAPINO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TBCVRayfzuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W_V1baEv_AY/s320/LUNAPINO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481044872991330018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que miras una cosa en tus sueños, esa cosa cambia de forma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-314161022597732146?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/314161022597732146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/314161022597732146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/06/transformacion.html' title='transformación'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TBCVRayfzuI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W_V1baEv_AY/s72-c/LUNAPINO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-435856409985612949</id><published>2010-05-07T03:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:19:32.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><title type='text'>zas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S-P1zkeiKEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8yaBh7AvwNI/s1600/esgrima-en-movimiento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S-P1zkeiKEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8yaBh7AvwNI/s320/esgrima-en-movimiento.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468484638871791682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la teoría fotográfica se suceden los debates. La imagen ¿es una verdad?, ¿es una mentira?, ¿es una verdad que parece mentira o mentira que parece verdad?, ¿una mentira aceptada, una ficción..?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imagen es una cuestión de fe igual que lo es la palabra (y la palabra escrita más, de hecho la Biblia fue quedando relegada con la imprenta, la fotografía tambiéna medida que se desentraña el santo misterio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será por el nivel de iconicidad que tendemos a engañarnos con la fotografía, pero los medios y nosotros mismos ponemos la imagen al mismo nivel que la palabra. Al fin y al cabo los dos son lenguajes. la pregunta no es si la fotografía es ficción ¿lo es la palabra?. La pregunta es ¿para qué queremos el lenguaje?, ¿para debatir si el lenguaje es verdad?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-435856409985612949?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/435856409985612949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/435856409985612949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/05/zas.html' title='zas'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S-P1zkeiKEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/8yaBh7AvwNI/s72-c/esgrima-en-movimiento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7530684903117923440</id><published>2010-05-07T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T03:51:27.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><title type='text'>Un Absurdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S-Pv56wF-RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0BQb3VL661k/s1600/duchampnudedescendingno219126q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S-Pv56wF-RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0BQb3VL661k/s320/duchampnudedescendingno219126q.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468478150860470546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tendemos a fotografiar las cosas para saberlas como vividas. Esa capacidad de detener el tiempo se parece a la memoria y ayuda en el proceso cognitivo. Para Duchamp casi fue al revés. Quizás una broma. Pintar una fotografía para conocerla. Fotografiar el movimiento para detenerlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7530684903117923440?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7530684903117923440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7530684903117923440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-absurdo.html' title='Un Absurdo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S-Pv56wF-RI/AAAAAAAAAjY/0BQb3VL661k/s72-c/duchampnudedescendingno219126q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7320688494429280837</id><published>2010-04-25T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:05:59.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>primavera 1930 - primavera 1904</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S9StgrP0ZiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/x8PJQknSc5U/s1600/Muybridge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S9StgrP0ZiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/x8PJQknSc5U/s200/Muybridge1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464183024783746594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eadweard &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Muybridge&lt;/span&gt; fue un fotógrafo e investigador nacido en Kingston-on-Thames (Gran Bretaña) el 9 de abril de 1830. Murió el 8 de mayo de 1904. Sus experimentos sobre la cronofotografía sirvieron de base para el posterior descubrimiento del cinematógrafo.&lt;br /&gt;Un accidente le provocó la sordera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S9SuRjWk34I/AAAAAAAAAjI/F6aqtNw8vQs/s1600/Etienne-Jules_Marey_Locomotion-vers-1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S9SuRjWk34I/AAAAAAAAAjI/F6aqtNw8vQs/s200/Etienne-Jules_Marey_Locomotion-vers-1870.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464183864478195586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Étienne Jules &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marey&lt;/span&gt; (* Beaune, Côte-d'Or (Francia); 5 de marzo de 1830 –† París (Id); 21 de mayo de 1904) médico, fotógrafo e investigador francés, destacó por sus investigaciones en el estudio fotográfico del movimiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7320688494429280837?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7320688494429280837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7320688494429280837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/04/mayo-1904.html' title='primavera 1930 - primavera 1904'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S9StgrP0ZiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/x8PJQknSc5U/s72-c/Muybridge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1465496763010958012</id><published>2010-04-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:47:15.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasatiempos'/><title type='text'>El dragon levanta la cabeza</title><content type='html'>By: Cursor&lt;br /&gt;Mar 23 2010&lt;br /&gt;tags: niño, invierno, primavera, bostezo, pelo, barbero, dragon, suerte&lt;br /&gt;Category: Culturas, Retrato&lt;br /&gt;Leave a Comment »&lt;br /&gt;Un niño bosteza mientras le corta el pelo en Tongliao, China, el 18 de Marzo de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Para estas fechas la tradicion se conoce como “el dragón levanta la cabeza”, lo que significa que la primavera se despierta después de la hibernación de invierno, y las personas que tienen el pelo cortado atraeran la buena suerte.&lt;br /&gt;(Xinhua)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1465496763010958012?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1465496763010958012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1465496763010958012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-dragon-levanta-la-cabeza.html' title='El dragon levanta la cabeza'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7008848315314642452</id><published>2010-03-30T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:02:41.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>Espontaneidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S7HEIrKKEvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/g9JHhRrVnyE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S7HEIrKKEvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/g9JHhRrVnyE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454356277025706738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ante la muerte el hombre actúa de manera mucho más espontánea.&lt;br /&gt;Terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuatro consejos para fotógrafos:&lt;br /&gt;-Ser el mejor en lo que te propongas.&lt;br /&gt;-Ser paciente.&lt;br /&gt;-Prever lo que va a pasar.&lt;br /&gt;-Hablar y presentarse con la gente para que te acepten como uno de ellos y te dejen hacer fotos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7008848315314642452?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7008848315314642452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7008848315314642452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/03/espontaneidad.html' title='Espontaneidad'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S7HEIrKKEvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/g9JHhRrVnyE/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1911292156618653821</id><published>2010-03-30T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:05:46.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>lo innombrable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPdjaadJqaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1IPkR5bL1ag/s1600/y.q..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPdjaadJqaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1IPkR5bL1ag/s320/y.q..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546010771559393698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lo que no nombras, no existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martí Llorens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lo que es lo mismo, aquello que contemplas y no verbalizas no lo haces consciente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1911292156618653821?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1911292156618653821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1911292156618653821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/03/lo-innombrable.html' title='lo innombrable'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/TPdjaadJqaI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/1IPkR5bL1ag/s72-c/y.q..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6349564872440775237</id><published>2010-03-24T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:36:15.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>¿cúal será la primera mentira?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S6n55UgQbLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/JIJTKCqCfjI/s1600/PELUSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S6n55UgQbLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/JIJTKCqCfjI/s320/PELUSA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452163587060559026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy simple vivir sólo pensando en acapar cosas.&lt;br /&gt;La ambición, la ignorancia y el rechazo del mundo son tan antiguos como la primera mentira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6349564872440775237?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6349564872440775237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6349564872440775237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/03/cual-sera-la-primera-mentira.html' title='¿cúal será la primera mentira?'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S6n55UgQbLI/AAAAAAAAAiI/JIJTKCqCfjI/s72-c/PELUSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7670719182624535768</id><published>2010-03-24T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T04:46:05.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><title type='text'>perdidos en la música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S6n5pSr5g7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/OgEZOh_EP7M/s1600/ERNESTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S6n5pSr5g7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/OgEZOh_EP7M/s320/ERNESTO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452163311694611378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si refinas demasiado te pierdes en la música (fotografía)&lt;br /&gt;Si demasiado poco te pierdes en la experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto lo uno como lo otro te apartan de lo que realmente eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Podría ser de Sender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7670719182624535768?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7670719182624535768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7670719182624535768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/03/perdidos-en-la-musica.html' title='perdidos en la música'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S6n5pSr5g7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/OgEZOh_EP7M/s72-c/ERNESTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-2482472039261277537</id><published>2010-03-05T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:03:30.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notas de un cuaderno olvidado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>Hacia el fondo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S5DglnMZ0UI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zrfOTmA3hrA/s1600-h/%C3%A1rbol+del+volc%C3%A1n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S5DglnMZ0UI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zrfOTmA3hrA/s320/%C3%A1rbol+del+volc%C3%A1n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445098886271717698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conciencia y finalidad son la misma cosa, en el fondo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-2482472039261277537?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2482472039261277537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/2482472039261277537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/03/hacia-el-fondo.html' title='Hacia el fondo'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S5DglnMZ0UI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zrfOTmA3hrA/s72-c/%C3%A1rbol+del+volc%C3%A1n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-3864394319200255702</id><published>2010-03-01T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:01:48.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>los árboles del volcán</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S4x_jllBkBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W4IAW60hWbU/s1600-h/%C3%A1rbol+del+volc%C3%A1n+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S4x_jllBkBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W4IAW60hWbU/s320/%C3%A1rbol+del+volc%C3%A1n+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443866298943639570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tocado los árboles que viven en la cima del volcán.&lt;br /&gt;Su corteza parece pintada. La tierra es roja.&lt;br /&gt;Los niños jugaban deslizándose al interior de su ojo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-3864394319200255702?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3864394319200255702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/3864394319200255702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/03/los-arboles-del-volcan.html' title='los árboles del volcán'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S4x_jllBkBI/AAAAAAAAAhw/W4IAW60hWbU/s72-c/%C3%A1rbol+del+volc%C3%A1n+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-127785207780382556</id><published>2010-02-15T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:54:51.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fractus'/><title type='text'>encuentros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3pOtntV5PI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OFBgvdz9C3E/s1600-h/fractal+82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3pOtntV5PI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OFBgvdz9C3E/s320/fractal+82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438746045663536370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino por la calle. Imagino que todo lo que veo lo he imaginado, lo he soñado, lo he pensado. De todas las formas que veo son pocas las referencias a la naturaleza, sólo los cuerpos humanos cubiertos con ropas. Lo demás proviene de la materialización de lo pensado por los humanos. Sus cuerpos, sus gestos, sus palabras se han escogido de una gran amalgama de posibilidades. Los encuentros en la calle eran los grandes frutos que el azar a lo largo de toda la eternidad ofrecía a la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Casi nada queda de la referencia ordenada de lo natural. Todo es pseudoriginal. El hombre intenta superar a la evolución porque cree que no tiene tiempo. Su cuerpo es el saber de la conciencia y de la inconsciencia. Sus órganos manipulan la estructura atómica y el orden. En los testículos se producen los secretos atómicos de la perfección. En la mente transforma la realidad natural en artificio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-127785207780382556?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/127785207780382556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/127785207780382556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/02/encuentros.html' title='encuentros'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3pOtntV5PI/AAAAAAAAAhg/OFBgvdz9C3E/s72-c/fractal+82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6723113737510467797</id><published>2010-02-10T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:03:04.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los árboles del volcán'/><title type='text'>Ficciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3NRKyAc4bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uNg206KN69c/s1600-h/tubos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3NRKyAc4bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uNg206KN69c/s320/tubos1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436778420830527922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Durante los meses que precedieron a la excavación les mostraron láminas fotográficas de lo que iban a hallar. Ese primer intento probó que la esperanza y la avidez pueden inhibir.&lt;br /&gt;De golpe -con el milagroso espanto de Robinson ante la huella de un pie humano en la arena- percibe alguna mitigación de esa infamia: una ternura, una exaltación, un silencio en uno de los hombres aborrecibles. "Fue como si hubiera terciado en el diálogo un ser más complejo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borges, "Ficciones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6723113737510467797?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6723113737510467797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6723113737510467797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/02/ficciones.html' title='Ficciones'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3NRKyAc4bI/AAAAAAAAAhY/uNg206KN69c/s72-c/tubos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-1985482276663020884</id><published>2010-02-10T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T16:47:58.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminando'/><title type='text'>nadando en la historia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3NPWyDG91I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/hvkDR5FwQ7Y/s1600-h/arbol+avd+navarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3NPWyDG91I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/hvkDR5FwQ7Y/s320/arbol+avd+navarra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436776427976849234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es sabido que una historia tiene un principio y un final y que los cuentos suelen tener moralejas (si te empeñas). Que la vida la puedes ver como una suma de historias; breves, largas e historias que te perseguirán para toda la vida. Puedes ver la vida como una película cuyo guión lo escribes tú, con un género dudoso, un drama, una comedia, un western... Las fotos proyectan los ambientes, las localizaciones, los protagonistas y las cuestiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando la primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-1985482276663020884?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1985482276663020884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/1985482276663020884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/02/nadando-en-la-historia.html' title='nadando en la historia'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S3NPWyDG91I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/hvkDR5FwQ7Y/s72-c/arbol+avd+navarra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7282638355700469854</id><published>2010-02-07T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:39:28.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fractus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><title type='text'>Quizás</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S27aS61iwAI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S8o69n3dICY/s1600-h/monta%C3%B1a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S27aS61iwAI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S8o69n3dICY/s320/monta%C3%B1a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435521818849099778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando entras todo cambia. No sé si es bueno o malo verificar el contenido, pero es. Queriendo entender lo que contiene, verlo y beberlo de ese otro modo de la conciencia, alterando quizás el uso primero real de la imagen (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vaciando el primer nivel de contenido de la imagen, Zabalza&lt;/span&gt;). Quizás sea la digestión de las palabras o las imágenes. La reflexión. La transformación de la materia en energía. Porque el hombre es como un emisor y un receptor a la vez. La imagen es la cáscara de huevo, quizás del huevo hueco del futuro. Lo ves por fuera pero no ves lo que contiene por dentro. Lo que está engendrando. Es demasiado dudoso lo que digo (metafórico! por dios!). Quizás es sólo una cuestión de bueno o malo. De bondad, de benevolencia. Quizás el hombre debe filtrar lo bueno y eliminar lo malo, lo que es perjudicial.&lt;br /&gt;Mataron a los zorros porque se comían las gallinas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7282638355700469854?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7282638355700469854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7282638355700469854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/02/quizas.html' title='Quizás'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S27aS61iwAI/AAAAAAAAAhI/S8o69n3dICY/s72-c/monta%C3%B1a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6093380733239928533</id><published>2010-01-28T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:18:58.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><title type='text'>S.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S2FjBuGnmNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EUL9Cp7G5Yw/s1600-h/s.s..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S2FjBuGnmNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EUL9Cp7G5Yw/s320/s.s..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431731506792339666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ciertamente su luz nos deslumbra, pero podemos asimiliar una parte de esa luz como el árbol con la clorofila". Sender, otra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6093380733239928533?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6093380733239928533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6093380733239928533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/01/ss.html' title='S.S.'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S2FjBuGnmNI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EUL9Cp7G5Yw/s72-c/s.s..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6530960519290149309</id><published>2010-01-28T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:10:32.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la figura de la ausencia'/><title type='text'>O.L.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S2Ficguk1HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-qa-o5Czujc/s1600-h/o.l..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S2Ficguk1HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-qa-o5Czujc/s320/o.l..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431730867546674290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Por cada sombra hay una luz, por cada luz un reflejo, por cada reflejo un vidrio o una gota de agua que lo descompone". Sender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6530960519290149309?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6530960519290149309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6530960519290149309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/01/ol.html' title='O.L.'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S2Ficguk1HI/AAAAAAAAAg4/-qa-o5Czujc/s72-c/o.l..JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7174874754410165684</id><published>2010-01-24T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:47:19.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erótica'/><title type='text'>corteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S11SeiNRrHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IXKvFUCBPvY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S11SeiNRrHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IXKvFUCBPvY/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430587410210729074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Corteza" era el mantra de Salvatierra. Lo golpeaba con la mente hasta que desaparecía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7174874754410165684?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7174874754410165684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7174874754410165684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/01/erotica-9.html' title='corteza'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S11SeiNRrHI/AAAAAAAAAgw/IXKvFUCBPvY/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6172467101622686027</id><published>2010-01-15T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:54:25.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><title type='text'>constelación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S1AySWdKXHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/j0dmUqnwi1o/s1600-h/proceso+en+otro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S1AySWdKXHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/j0dmUqnwi1o/s400/proceso+en+otro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426892841828375666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera vez que vi la tela terminada me recordó al Guernica y a Picasso. Por el tono, por el tamaño, y por el enfrentamiento entre el pintor y el modelo. El modelo puede dejarse hacer, entregarse y rendirse, pasar indiferente o entrar en su contradicción y luchar. Puede mirar de frente, provocar o eludir mirando para otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando al principio me dispuse ante él, yo reía. Hacía años que no me retrataba y me sentía como un niño. Me miraba persiguiendo los primeros rasgos de sombra y luz. “Luego la gente se cansa de reir” me confesó. Cuesta mantener el mismo sentimiento durante una sesión de retrato aunque sea breve. Aún así, estuve sonriendo un buen rato. Después vi aparecer mi rostro entre las pinceladas y acabé sucumbiendo a la seriedad. En la fotografía el instante perecedero y fugaz es lo que  permanece. Si la verdad no fuera tan relativa me gustaría creer que en la pintura los rasgos vitales e incorruptos del retratado son los que se plasman en el lienzo por la propia temporalidad inherente del proceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mirada de David recorre sucesivamente la persona, la  paleta, el color, la tela, el rostro, la paleta, la superficie… Desvela los rostros que salen de la niebla. Todos tienen diferente luz cambiante y esa suma me maravilla. Tiempo y acumulación de pinceladas en el mismo espacio con una multitud de variables que se definen en algo. Como en un rostro más verdadero y esencial causado por el proceso de feedback que depura las formas. Nada se acaba. Se da por concluido y se deja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la tela queda el conjunto de todas las personas, en días y lugares diferentes, eliminando la coherencia de la luz sin ningún pudor. El lienzo se acepta tal y como es, con las luces cambiantes de los rostros en un mismo cuadro. Ha obviado lo racional, permitiendo liberar la mancha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Las personas que posamos para David formamos parte una imagen que sirve de mapa y de diario detallado de su proyecto. Nos posiciona próximos unos a otros,  retratados en una misteriosa constelación que gira alrededor del pintor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esto nos lleva a pensar que lo realmente importante ocurre fuera del lienzo. El proceso es la finalidad y la finalidad es el proceso. El lienzo es el anclaje que nos recuerda lo que pasó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un regalo. Un espejo donde mirarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintura en estado puro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto Salvatierra para el proyecto "el proceso en el otro" de David Adiego.&lt;br /&gt;29 de Diciembre de 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6172467101622686027?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6172467101622686027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6172467101622686027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/01/constelacion_15.html' title='constelación'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S1AySWdKXHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/j0dmUqnwi1o/s72-c/proceso+en+otro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6052430886026040259</id><published>2010-01-07T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:02:11.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erótica'/><title type='text'>erotica 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S0cPin9l_II/AAAAAAAAAgI/rxVEZG7Md8Q/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S0cPin9l_II/AAAAAAAAAgI/rxVEZG7Md8Q/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424321363708345474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pensar es geometrizar". J. Torres García.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6052430886026040259?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6052430886026040259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6052430886026040259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/01/erotica-8.html' title='erotica 8'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S0cPin9l_II/AAAAAAAAAgI/rxVEZG7Md8Q/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6966424640834945109</id><published>2010-01-07T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T02:43:09.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erótica'/><title type='text'>el deseo viene a ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S0ZAHOoKWaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/K22v-v-5P6w/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S0ZAHOoKWaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/K22v-v-5P6w/s320/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424093294144149922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El deseo viene a ti, no tú al deseo. Allí radica su fuerza" (o algo parecido).&lt;br /&gt;Con esta frase Oscar mencionó a Freud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6966424640834945109?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6966424640834945109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6966424640834945109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-deseo-te-busca-ti.html' title='el deseo viene a ti'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/S0ZAHOoKWaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/K22v-v-5P6w/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-7882796500321889369</id><published>2009-12-26T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:28:11.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprender a ver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erótica'/><title type='text'>fuerza+color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sz89wg0BJYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7clXQMdhH-U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sz89wg0BJYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7clXQMdhH-U/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422120380028495234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Erótica 1&lt;br /&gt;A Cillero le comenté que debía desaparecer la creencia y percepción de la Gestalt en un alarde de locura y renovación. Me miro un poco atónito ( allá por el año 2000).&lt;br /&gt;Es inevitable percibir "la fuerza del color en la infancia" (texto original del 2009). El color es parte de la base del lenguaje visual. Me tome la pastilla de Matrix que desenmascara el conocimiento y le he quitado una de las propiedades a la imagen fotografica... sin querer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Resulta que luego Cillero a Corbeau le felicitó el año nuevo 2010 diciendo sólo FUERZA+COLOR).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-7882796500321889369?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7882796500321889369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/7882796500321889369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2009/12/creencia-sin-dios.html' title='fuerza+color'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sz89wg0BJYI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7clXQMdhH-U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-6782292123800920827</id><published>2009-12-20T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:03:32.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconsciente, inconsciente, infraconsciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sy6zXYhNDDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kr9xEhWjOFI/s1600-h/FRACTALES+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sy6zXYhNDDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kr9xEhWjOFI/s320/FRACTALES+38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417464616073366578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mayor parte de nuestra conciencia se encuentra embotellada, dentro de cada uno de los Yoes que en su conjunto constituyen el «Mí mismo».Cualquier Yo desintegrado libera determinado porcentaje de conciencia. Existen cuatro estados de conciencia que reciben el nombre de: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Eikasia, el infraconsciente, es ignorancia, crueldad humana, barbarie, sueño demasiado profundo, mundo instintivo y brutal, estado infrahumano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Pistis. Creencia, prejuicios, sectarismos, fanatismo, teorías en las cuales no existe ningún género de percepción directa de la Verdad. Pistis es la Conciencia del nivel común de la humanidad, la subconciencia e inconciencia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Dianoia. , revisión intelectual de creencias, análisis, sintetismo, conceptual, Conciencia cultural-intelectual, pensamiento científico, etc. El pensamiento dianoético estudia los fenómenos y establece leyes; Es cuando comienza a entrar al mundo de lo conciente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) Nous, perfecta Conciencia despierta. Nous es el estado de Turiya, La perfecta iluminación interior profunda, es intuición. Nous es el mundo de los arquetipos divinales. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La parte más baja del hombre es irracional y subjetiva y se relaciona con los cinco sentidos ordinarios. Esto se manifiesta en los sueños infraconcientes, subconscientes e inconcientes. La parte más alta del hombre es el mundo de la intuición y Conciencia objetiva espiritual. En el mundo de la intuición se desarrollan los arquetipos de todas las cosas de la Naturaleza. Por eso los sueños de este tipo son concientes o supraconcientes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conciencia, subconciencia y supraconciencia. Conciencia, subconciencia y Supraconciencia se resumen en una sola cosa: Conciencia humana. Es urgente convertir el subconsciente en consciente y despertar totalmente la Conciencia. Las llamadas infraconciencia, inconciencia, subconciencia, etcétera, son únicamente distintas formas o zonas de la Conciencia dormida. Urge despertar la Conciencia para ser un iluminado. Para lograr la supraconciencia. En los sueños se manifiesta: Primero, el inconsciente; segundo, el sub-consciente; tercero, el infraconciente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. El inconciente. Es el estado común de la humanidad, se manifiesta en el mundo de los sueños como mera repetición de todos los actos mecánicos realizados durante el día. El discípulo no se da cuenta de que está soñando, piensa que está en la tercera dimensión. Los yoes repiten las acciones de la vida cotidiana en el mundo astral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. El subconsciente. Los factores que componen el subconsciente son tres: Genotipo, Fenotipo, Paratipo: (Herencia, Educación y circunstancias). Del perfecto equilibrio entre estos tres factores, deviene entonces la conducta social del individuo. Cuando existe desequilibrio en estos tres factores, entonces el resultado es la conducta equivocada. Estos tres factores pueden ser positivos, o negativos. Son positivos cuando se traducen en recto pensar, recto sentir, recto obrar. Son negativos cuando se traducen en pensamiento criminoso, sentimiento criminoso, hechos criminosos. La herencia es el resultado de Karma (Ley de acción y consecuencia. Némesis). Con la vara que midiereis seréis medido”. “Tal acción tal consecuencia”. Esa es la Ley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La educación, que comienza en el hogar. El niño aprende más con el ejemplo que con el precepto. El niño presencia en los hogares modernos, el adulterio de sus padres. El niño es testigo presencial de la ira, de la codicia y de la lujuria de aquellos que le dieron la vida. Todo eso va quedando almacenado en el subconsciente del niño. Ciertas circunstancias críticas irritan el subconsciente provocando reacciones. Circunstancias objetivas se combinan en el subconsciente con circunstancias semejantes para provocar acciones negativas. Los tres factores Genotipo, Fenotipo y Paratipo son la Psico-génesis de todo acto negativo y se manifiestan en los sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el subconceinte viven los recuerdos de todos aquellos errores que cometimos en las antiguas reencarnaciones. El individuo sin cultura ve todos esos errores del pasado y entonces se confunde y calumnia a personas justas y honradas. Pero quien es culto y ha estudiado la gnosis no cae en semejantes errores porque tiene disciplina intelectual. El discípulo culto, educado, respetuoso y disciplinado intelectualmente goza de intelección iluminada, y sabe leer en el subconsciente de la naturaleza, a plena conciencia. Entonces es capaz de estudiar retrospectivamente toda la historia de la tierra y de sus razas. Es un iluminado. Para la disciplina de los sueños es necesario poseer cultura intelectual. Así como para el desarrollo de los poderes ocultos, chacras, discos, ruedas magnéticas del cuerpo astral. Sólo así se evita la delincuencia y la mala interpretación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. El infraconciente. Los sueños infra-conscientes son conocidos vulgarmente con el calificativo de pesadillas. Existe la embriaguez del sueño, y el estado crepuscular Hípnico. La embriaguez del sueño es más prolongada. El estado crepuscular Hípnico es más breve. En la embriaguez del sueño trabaja la corteza cerebral como vehículo de la llamada conciencia onírica, cuyos actos reflejos son distintas variantes del Sonambulismo. Esas pesadillas, y malos sueños son fenómenos del infra-consciente que puede originar falsas apreciaciones. La falsa apreciación mental del clarividente infra-consciente, Esoterista, o espiritista, se debe al fanatismo y a la ignorancia. En la infraconciencia de la naturaleza están depositados los recuerdos tenebrosos de toda la Historia de la tierra y de sus razas. Esos son los espectros del pasado, los fantasmas de las pesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existen tres clases de emociones: (Que afectan directamente los sueños): Ligera, Optima y Siderante. La primera no logra la alternación total de la mente. La segunda pone en juego la imaginación sensual, inhibiendo el análisis intelectual. La tercera clase de emoción anula todo razonamiento y cae la víctima en el estado de coma, estupor, sideración emocional. Los trastornos mentales de origen Traumático son el resultado fatal de las violentas emociones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusión. Cada percepción o vivencia del mundo de los sueños, cuando actúa el infra-consciente, el inconsciente o subconsciente producen reacciones diferentes, según la clase Biotipológica de la persona. Antes de entregarnos al desarrollo de las facultades astrales necesitamos estudiarnos a si mismos, y hacer un diagnóstico persona-lógico y psico-patológico de nuestra propia personalidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnóstico y pedagogía: Después de haber descubierto nuestro propio yo Psico-Biotipológico, necesitamos reformarnos con la cultura intelectual. Necesitamos una Psicoterapia Pedagógica para reformarnos. Los cuatro evangelios del Cristo Jesús, son realmente la mejor Psicoterapia Pedagógica. Es necesario estudiar y practicar totalmente todas las enseñanzas contenidas en los cuatro evangelios del Cristo-Jesús. Sólo después de habernos reformado moralmente podemos entregarnos al desarrollo de los chacras, discos o ruedas magnéticas del cuerpo astral. Los sueños relacionados con el infra, sub e inconciente no pueden aceptarse como infalibles. Sólo la conciencia realmente positiva es infalible. El peor enemigo es la ignorancia, Solo con cultura integral podemos vivir auto-enaltecedoramente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviado por: Susana Margarita Rodríguez Licea. ICQ San Luis de la Paz, Gto. México&lt;br /&gt;Debe el sabio hacerse una isla que no sumerja la correntada. DHAMMAPADA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-6782292123800920827?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6782292123800920827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/6782292123800920827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2009/12/subconsciente-inconsciente.html' title='Subconsciente, inconsciente, infraconsciente'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sy6zXYhNDDI/AAAAAAAAAeY/kr9xEhWjOFI/s72-c/FRACTALES+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-4094594057711645512</id><published>2009-12-20T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:36:19.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernesto Salvatierra'/><title type='text'>primeros recuerdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sy60wD-KRRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SScjqjPfQdU/s1600-h/Dsc_01312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sy60wD-KRRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SScjqjPfQdU/s320/Dsc_01312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417466139566032146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer sueño o pesadilla que recuerda Ernesto Salvatierra es de cuando contaba escasamente con tres años. Era más una mezcla de imágenes y sensaciones de difícil descripción. Lo recuerda pero no los vive. Aún así los recuerda vivamente cuando enferma. Dice que fue en ese preciso momento cuando nació su conciencia. Viajaba en la más profunda oscuridad como un cometa surcando planetas o formas esféricas y lineas que cruzaban como hilos. Esa armonía cambiaba a hilos con pinchos y esferas imperfectas con puntas que se enredaban en laberínticas formas. Se despertó sobresaltado y dice que adquirió consciencia (conocimiento de sí mismo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco tiempo después en el suelo de la terraza de su casa se iluminó una ventana que correspondía a la de un taller. Sucedió ante sus ojos y entonces debió de aflorar el subconsciente. Por aquel entonces Travolta bailaba en la discoteca del Fiebre del sábado noche sobre un suelo de colores cambiantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-4094594057711645512?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4094594057711645512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/4094594057711645512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2009/12/primeros-recuerdos.html' title='primeros recuerdos'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sy60wD-KRRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/SScjqjPfQdU/s72-c/Dsc_01312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483276471244948462.post-8657082688691233333</id><published>2009-12-13T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:16:12.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erótica'/><title type='text'>detención temporal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sz9DVqk8ruI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s8xPDj9oN1w/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sz9DVqk8ruI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s8xPDj9oN1w/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422126515862941410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sí. Ernesto Salvatierra ha perdido su poder de detener el tiempo mentalmente. Su oido es atacado por un tinnitus constante que ha mermado su proceso de detención del tiempo y percepción extrasensorial. Este poder le permitía tener un gran "insigth" (capacidad de penetrar en una imagen) y comprender el pasado presente y futuro de una imagen y de su autor. Le permitía desdoblamiento y verse a sí mismo como actor y espectador al mismo tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto situa entre el oido y el cerebro la percepción temporal. El chi ya no se contiene. Fluye como un gran rio incontenible en todo momento. El descanso no existe. El sueño no es reparador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3483276471244948462-8657082688691233333?l=rubenvicente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8657082688691233333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3483276471244948462/posts/default/8657082688691233333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rubenvicente.blogspot.com/2009/12/detencion-temporal.html' title='detención temporal'/><author><name>rubén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11192816681871436972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/R1283LCA3SI/AAAAAAAAABw/84JxrZuVcWc/S220/cuchara.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9wJzfvN0TE/Sz9DVqk8ruI/AAAAAAAAAfA/s8xPDj9oN1w/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
