<?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-5226465182139015213</id><updated>2012-01-30T14:48:51.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>un genio del montón</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>913</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4257093303849256107</id><published>2012-01-30T13:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:05:53.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En manos del equívoco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAwpcsOpCYM/TyaVcZmmHQI/AAAAAAAAEdU/d6zJLv-xlbc/s1600/marruecos6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAwpcsOpCYM/TyaVcZmmHQI/AAAAAAAAEdU/d6zJLv-xlbc/s400/marruecos6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703410293252955394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2IXtJ1R0Ro/TyaTQIVldFI/AAAAAAAAEc8/pOTLRl3PB28/s1600/marruecos4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b2IXtJ1R0Ro/TyaTQIVldFI/AAAAAAAAEc8/pOTLRl3PB28/s400/marruecos4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703407883436520530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJD7t5GB0C8/TyaS8ow6TBI/AAAAAAAAEcw/7S1JjJsbVu4/s1600/marruecos%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TJD7t5GB0C8/TyaS8ow6TBI/AAAAAAAAEcw/7S1JjJsbVu4/s400/marruecos%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703407548543683602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFD95g7TfyQ/TyaSi3R8gLI/AAAAAAAAEck/2enPwSLLM5A/s1600/marruecos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fFD95g7TfyQ/TyaSi3R8gLI/AAAAAAAAEck/2enPwSLLM5A/s400/marruecos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703407105763737778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh5s32Kpz1E/TyaRmmTG9LI/AAAAAAAAEcY/BLvDTsO5cAY/s1600/marruecos3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh5s32Kpz1E/TyaRmmTG9LI/AAAAAAAAEcY/BLvDTsO5cAY/s400/marruecos3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703406070413063346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Palmeral de Skoura. ugdm, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4257093303849256107?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4257093303849256107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/en-manos-del-equivoco.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4257093303849256107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4257093303849256107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/en-manos-del-equivoco.html' title='En manos del equívoco'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAwpcsOpCYM/TyaVcZmmHQI/AAAAAAAAEdU/d6zJLv-xlbc/s72-c/marruecos6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4009490092921679100</id><published>2012-01-26T13:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:21:10.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparaciones odiosas, relojes lejanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFYXNiepvgI/TyFM3OTny1I/AAAAAAAAEcM/43MvQljvC0o/s1600/Dodes%2527%2BKa%2BDen%252C%2BKurosawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFYXNiepvgI/TyFM3OTny1I/AAAAAAAAEcM/43MvQljvC0o/s400/Dodes%2527%2BKa%2BDen%252C%2BKurosawa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701923114844670802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wod5BHdvBhY/TyFMsRmmS9I/AAAAAAAAEcA/q5suIo2mbAo/s1600/The%2Bpianist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wod5BHdvBhY/TyFMsRmmS9I/AAAAAAAAEcA/q5suIo2mbAo/s400/The%2Bpianist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701922926751009746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTdcUl-SB-M/TyFMn5s_1UI/AAAAAAAAEb0/cZBm-Pc1HyU/s1600/The%2Broad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTdcUl-SB-M/TyFMn5s_1UI/AAAAAAAAEb0/cZBm-Pc1HyU/s400/The%2Broad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701922851615921474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dodes 'Ka-Den. Akira Kurosawa, 1970.&lt;br /&gt;*The Pianist. Roman Polanski, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;*The Road. John Hillcoat, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4009490092921679100?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4009490092921679100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/comparaciones-odiosas-o-relojes-lejanos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4009490092921679100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4009490092921679100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/comparaciones-odiosas-o-relojes-lejanos.html' title='Comparaciones odiosas, relojes lejanos'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFYXNiepvgI/TyFM3OTny1I/AAAAAAAAEcM/43MvQljvC0o/s72-c/Dodes%2527%2BKa%2BDen%252C%2BKurosawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4365316713503762496</id><published>2012-01-25T16:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:33:58.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades incompatibles entre sí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJKyAbRdGfQ/TyAuDmhRYmI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mp0flDvF1MI/s1600/haig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 520px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJKyAbRdGfQ/TyAuDmhRYmI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mp0flDvF1MI/s400/haig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701607767665631842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBxi2D11Fy8/TyAt8p1PXQI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/PDt1dSQ6eJ0/s1600/vlcsnap-2012-01-25-17h21m23s221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBxi2D11Fy8/TyAt8p1PXQI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/PDt1dSQ6eJ0/s400/vlcsnap-2012-01-25-17h21m23s221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701607648295607554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg0gLvTeVqU/TyAt4KXA7WI/AAAAAAAAEbE/h8TVhGFYrJ4/s1600/vlcsnap-2012-01-25-16h15m04s123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hg0gLvTeVqU/TyAt4KXA7WI/AAAAAAAAEbE/h8TVhGFYrJ4/s400/vlcsnap-2012-01-25-16h15m04s123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701607571127856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKAsPYgNFng/TyAuLXQGVfI/AAAAAAAAEbo/hAXC2gbZXBk/s1600/vlcsnap-2012-01-25-16h49m17s165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HKAsPYgNFng/TyAuLXQGVfI/AAAAAAAAEbo/hAXC2gbZXBk/s400/vlcsnap-2012-01-25-16h49m17s165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701607901006026226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「The larger is not more real; if we tend to believe it is the tendency is perhaps a vestige of the fear reflex to be found in all animals, in face of another creature larger than themselves. It is more prudent to believe that the large is more real than the small. yet it is false. In death it is scale that falls apart; just as, at conception, a point fuses with the universe to create scale. if we are trapped, my heart, it is not within the reality.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Lo que es más grande no es más real; si tendemos a creer que sí lo es, esta tendencia quizá no sea sino un vestigio del reflejo ante el miedo que se encuentra en todos los animales cuando se enfrentan a otra criatura más grande que ellos. Es prudente creer que lo grande es más real que lo pequeño. Pero también es falso. Es la escala la que se desmorona con la muerte; del mismo modo que en el momento de la concepción, un punto se funde con el universo para crearla. Si estamos atrapados, mi amor, no es por la realidad.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Commercial Art. John Berger, 1972.&lt;br /&gt;*And our faces, my heart, brief as photos [Trad. Pilar Vázquez Álvarez]. John Berger, 1984.&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/5226465182139015213-4365316713503762496?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4365316713503762496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/verdades-incompatibles-entre-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4365316713503762496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4365316713503762496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/verdades-incompatibles-entre-si.html' title='Verdades incompatibles entre sí'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJKyAbRdGfQ/TyAuDmhRYmI/AAAAAAAAEbc/mp0flDvF1MI/s72-c/haig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6394580413289930608</id><published>2012-01-22T04:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T05:08:48.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seamos triviales, seamos íntimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se0sgpvsN6Y/TxuJg__jl3I/AAAAAAAAEa4/9OxQM3AD4Y8/s1600/%2BSaxon%2BSydney-Turner%252C%2BClive%2Band%2BJulian%2BBell%252C%2Band%2BVirginia%2BWoolf%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BStudland%2BBay%252C%2BDorset%252C%2B1910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se0sgpvsN6Y/TxuJg__jl3I/AAAAAAAAEa4/9OxQM3AD4Y8/s400/%2BSaxon%2BSydney-Turner%252C%2BClive%2Band%2BJulian%2BBell%252C%2Band%2BVirginia%2BWoolf%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BStudland%2BBay%252C%2BDorset%252C%2B1910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700300953394321266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「It is difficult not to weep as we sing, as we pray that God may keep us safe while we sleep, calling ourselves little children. When we are sad and trembling with apprehension it is sweet to sing together, leaning slightly, I towards Susan, Susan towards Bernard, clasping hands, afraid of much, I of my accent, Rhoda of figures; yet resolute to conquer.'」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Es difícil reprimir el llanto mientras cantamos, mientras rogamos a Dios que nos proteja en el sueño y nos llame hijos. Cuando estamos tristes y temblorosos de miedo, es bueno cantar a coro, inclinándonos levemente el uno contra el otro, yo hacia Susan, Susan hacia Bernard, con las manos cogidas, muy temerosos, yo de mi acento, Rhoda de los números, pero dispuestos a vencer.»」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;span&gt;Saxon Sydney-Turner, Clive y Julian Bell, Virginia Woolf, playa de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Studland Bay, Dorset, 1910.&lt;br /&gt;*The Waves [Trad. Andrés Bosch], Virginia Woolf, 1931.&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/5226465182139015213-6394580413289930608?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6394580413289930608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/seamos-triviales-seamos-intimos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6394580413289930608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6394580413289930608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/seamos-triviales-seamos-intimos.html' title='Seamos triviales, seamos íntimos'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se0sgpvsN6Y/TxuJg__jl3I/AAAAAAAAEa4/9OxQM3AD4Y8/s72-c/%2BSaxon%2BSydney-Turner%252C%2BClive%2Band%2BJulian%2BBell%252C%2Band%2BVirginia%2BWoolf%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bbeach%2Bat%2BStudland%2BBay%252C%2BDorset%252C%2B1910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3977660916264631043</id><published>2012-01-18T15:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:15:03.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elocuencia jacobita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu5ZiH2NYh4/TxbSzt2y3dI/AAAAAAAAEas/FFJkNJXK0Vk/s1600/todo%2Btodo%2Bteros%2B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 517px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu5ZiH2NYh4/TxbSzt2y3dI/AAAAAAAAEas/FFJkNJXK0Vk/s400/todo%2Btodo%2Bteros%2B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698974164408524242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Todo todo teros. John Torres, 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3977660916264631043?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3977660916264631043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/elocuencia-jacobita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3977660916264631043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3977660916264631043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/elocuencia-jacobita.html' title='Elocuencia jacobita'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zu5ZiH2NYh4/TxbSzt2y3dI/AAAAAAAAEas/FFJkNJXK0Vk/s72-c/todo%2Btodo%2Bteros%2B.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-185400226240585081</id><published>2012-01-14T17:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T17:46:10.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escupir con el viento en contra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrdPAGG49RQ/TxGt6aOdAfI/AAAAAAAAEaI/3YyZv09aNBs/s1600/strawberry%2Bblonde1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrdPAGG49RQ/TxGt6aOdAfI/AAAAAAAAEaI/3YyZv09aNBs/s400/strawberry%2Bblonde1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697526222584349170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7zps2-bwvc/TxGt-Icpv1I/AAAAAAAAEaU/EUFdUvjL8T8/s1600/strawberry%2Bblonde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7zps2-bwvc/TxGt-Icpv1I/AAAAAAAAEaU/EUFdUvjL8T8/s400/strawberry%2Bblonde2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697526286531542866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="gsSong92821338" name="gsSong92821338" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=928213&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=928213&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Strawberry Blonde by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/Ron+Sexsmith/7518" title="Ron Sexsmith"&gt;Ron Sexsmith&lt;/a&gt; on Grooveshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Strawberry Blonde. Raoul Walsh, 1941.&lt;br /&gt;*Strawberry Blonde. Ron Sexmith, 1997.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-185400226240585081?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/185400226240585081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/escupir-con-el-viento-en-contra.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/185400226240585081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/185400226240585081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/escupir-con-el-viento-en-contra.html' title='Escupir con el viento en contra'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrdPAGG49RQ/TxGt6aOdAfI/AAAAAAAAEaI/3YyZv09aNBs/s72-c/strawberry%2Bblonde1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3576776609859386285</id><published>2012-01-11T18:53:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:35:01.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El silencio suda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCKfPUqXFtA/Tw3NLBvgKJI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/Jl6iiimjTcg/s1600/zert66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCKfPUqXFtA/Tw3NLBvgKJI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/Jl6iiimjTcg/s400/zert66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434693023475858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiOvPW20i-Q/Tw3NHElDgvI/AAAAAAAAEZw/XriAhbeBCoY/s1600/Zert5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JiOvPW20i-Q/Tw3NHElDgvI/AAAAAAAAEZw/XriAhbeBCoY/s400/Zert5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434625065485042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSIlnalUgfU/Tw3NCef_qdI/AAAAAAAAEZk/TJyJxJerOFE/s1600/Zert4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSIlnalUgfU/Tw3NCef_qdI/AAAAAAAAEZk/TJyJxJerOFE/s400/Zert4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434546124237266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvZPYKs3OgE/Tw3M-CicHNI/AAAAAAAAEZY/fr1_zJyPXzo/s1600/Zert33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OvZPYKs3OgE/Tw3M-CicHNI/AAAAAAAAEZY/fr1_zJyPXzo/s400/Zert33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434469898820818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl93Fw_zpyA/Tw3M5qUNN-I/AAAAAAAAEZM/X3Ljqbp4-Uw/s1600/Zert2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tl93Fw_zpyA/Tw3M5qUNN-I/AAAAAAAAEZM/X3Ljqbp4-Uw/s400/Zert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434394677196770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiwkBRPxy38/Tw3M063evXI/AAAAAAAAEZA/UdHtO3xhnk4/s1600/Zert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HiwkBRPxy38/Tw3M063evXI/AAAAAAAAEZA/UdHtO3xhnk4/s400/Zert1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696434313220767090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Lucie, Lucie, stydíš se, že je tu světlo? Chtěla bys tmu? ptal jsem se jí a ona se chytla mé otázky jako spásného žebříku a přisvědčovala, že se stydí světla. Šel jsem tedy k oknu a chtěl jsem stáhnout žaluzie, ale Lucie řekla: "Ne, nedělej to! Nestahuj je!" "Proč?" ptal jsem se. "Já se bojím," řekla. "Čeho se bojíš, tmy nebo světla? ptal jsem se. Mlčela a dala se do pláče" 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Lucie, Lucie, ¿te da vergüenza la luz? ¿Prefieres que estemos a oscuras?, le pregunté y se aferró a mi pregunta como a una tabla de salvación y asintió, sí, le daba vergüenza la luz. Fui hacia la ventana con la intención de bajar las persianas pero Lucie dijo: «¡No, no lo hagas! ¡No las bajes!». «¿Por qué», pregunté. «Me da miedo», dijo. «¿Qué te da miedo, la luz o la oscuridad? No dijo nada y se puso a llorar.»」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Žert. Jaromil Jireš, 1969.&lt;br /&gt;*Žert. Milan Kundera, 1967.&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/5226465182139015213-3576776609859386285?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3576776609859386285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-silencio-suda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3576776609859386285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3576776609859386285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/el-silencio-suda.html' title='El silencio suda'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCKfPUqXFtA/Tw3NLBvgKJI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/Jl6iiimjTcg/s72-c/zert66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-893369029112868307</id><published>2012-01-10T15:32:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:50:33.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una coloración protectora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9Bqlvthvsg/TwxOgTPVHLI/AAAAAAAAEY0/iMFKI2MunQ8/s1600/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9Bqlvthvsg/TwxOgTPVHLI/AAAAAAAAEY0/iMFKI2MunQ8/s400/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696013945544187058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZETrzWJFH50/TwxOL-ytVFI/AAAAAAAAEYo/_Vpgpkhi1eE/s1600/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZETrzWJFH50/TwxOL-ytVFI/AAAAAAAAEYo/_Vpgpkhi1eE/s400/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696013596458046546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s899xd4xyEY/TwxOEqBl5DI/AAAAAAAAEYc/3yfkrhgG6I8/s1600/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s899xd4xyEY/TwxOEqBl5DI/AAAAAAAAEYc/3yfkrhgG6I8/s400/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696013470624244786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--jc7QDDNL2s/TwxMTBzWPII/AAAAAAAAEYQ/TG2fvcVnHvc/s1600/%2BLe%2Bvoyage%2Bdu%2Bballon%2Brouge3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--jc7QDDNL2s/TwxMTBzWPII/AAAAAAAAEYQ/TG2fvcVnHvc/s400/%2BLe%2Bvoyage%2Bdu%2Bballon%2Brouge3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696011518501862530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtcIcIiC4Ds/TwxMPwwBPOI/AAAAAAAAEYE/JzmiJFvpN90/s1600/%2BLe%2Bvoyage%2Bdu%2Bballon%2Brouge4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtcIcIiC4Ds/TwxMPwwBPOI/AAAAAAAAEYE/JzmiJFvpN90/s400/%2BLe%2Bvoyage%2Bdu%2Bballon%2Brouge4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696011462384893154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Ksk94wzx8/TwxMKJkOh9I/AAAAAAAAEX4/RZblnKLqC2U/s1600/%2BLe%2Bvoyage%2Bdu%2Bballon%2Brouge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Ksk94wzx8/TwxMKJkOh9I/AAAAAAAAEX4/RZblnKLqC2U/s400/%2BLe%2Bvoyage%2Bdu%2Bballon%2Brouge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696011365967103954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Le Ballon Rouge. Albert Lamorisse, 1956.&lt;br /&gt;*Le Voyage du Ballon Rouge. &lt;span class="st"&gt;Hou Hsiao Hsien, 2007.&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/5226465182139015213-893369029112868307?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/893369029112868307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-coloracion-protectora.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/893369029112868307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/893369029112868307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/una-coloracion-protectora.html' title='Una coloración protectora'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o9Bqlvthvsg/TwxOgTPVHLI/AAAAAAAAEY0/iMFKI2MunQ8/s72-c/Le%2Bballon%2Brouge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-509799507661953272</id><published>2012-01-09T21:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:55:20.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Míratelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--W3l-fUHq8w/TwtTol6gDNI/AAAAAAAAEXs/cMa6yOrog64/s1600/poster-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 565px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--W3l-fUHq8w/TwtTol6gDNI/AAAAAAAAEXs/cMa6yOrog64/s400/poster-640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695738110577478866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Straight Story. David Lynch, 1999.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-509799507661953272?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/509799507661953272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/miratelo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/509799507661953272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/509799507661953272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/miratelo.html' title='Míratelo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--W3l-fUHq8w/TwtTol6gDNI/AAAAAAAAEXs/cMa6yOrog64/s72-c/poster-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6844499392959751663</id><published>2012-01-02T20:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:03:05.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumos de furia fría</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-779xhiT8zfU/TwILqvCnXWI/AAAAAAAAEXg/_-1vzgtr7P8/s1600/213p63a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 609px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-779xhiT8zfU/TwILqvCnXWI/AAAAAAAAEXg/_-1vzgtr7P8/s400/213p63a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693125707759574370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Up in Holytail, the growers hung around at Piggy's Tavern and Restaurant, discussing, in an atmosphere of mounting anxiety, the general dilemma of when to harvest. The longer you waited, the better the crop, but the better, too, your chances of getting hit by the CAMP invaders.&lt;br /&gt;Storm and frost probabilities, and personal paranoia thresholds, also figured in. Sooner or later Holytail was due for the full treatment, from which it would emerge, like most of the old Emerald Triangle, pacified territory — reclaimed by the enemy for a timeless, defectively imagined future of zero-tolerance drug-free Americans all pulling their weight and all locked in to the official economy, inoffensive music, endless family specials on the Tube, church all week long, and, on special days, for extra-good behavior, maybe a cookie.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Más arriba, en Holytail, los cultivadores se reunían en la Taberna y Restaurante de Piggy para discutir, en una atmósfera de creciente ansiedad, el dilema general de cuándo cosechar. Cuanto más se esperara, mejor sería la cosecha, pero mayores también las oportunidades de que la descubrieran los invasores de la CCCM.&lt;br /&gt;También influían las posibilidades de tormenta y helada, así como los umbrales personales de paranoia. Antes o después acabaría por administrársele a Holytail el tratamiento completo, convertida en territorio pacificado… capturada por el enemigo para un futuro intemporal, difícilmente imaginable, de americanos de nivel de tolerancia cero, enemigos de las drogas, cada cual atento a su trabajo y bien insertado en la economía oficial, música inofensiva, interminables programas especiales en la tele, iglesia toda la semana y, en días especiales, por buena conducta más allá de lo ordinario, tal vez una galleta.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Gravity's Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;. Thomas Pynchon, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;*Vineland [Trad. Manuel Sáenz de Heredia]. Thomas Pynchon, 1990.&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/5226465182139015213-6844499392959751663?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6844499392959751663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/grumos-de-furia-fria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6844499392959751663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6844499392959751663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2012/01/grumos-de-furia-fria.html' title='Grumos de furia fría'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-779xhiT8zfU/TwILqvCnXWI/AAAAAAAAEXg/_-1vzgtr7P8/s72-c/213p63a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4339377353094610189</id><published>2011-12-31T18:46:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:22:47.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El arte de los meridianos oscuros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVX7Fi5Jzec/Tv9Lnkoya-I/AAAAAAAAEXU/WlU6x2X_B5s/s1600/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i4NPX9TBtYI/Tv9LeKkGMdI/AAAAAAAAEW8/qNhrIXnLZuQ/s400/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692351435623510482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcgRQSalKgM/Tv9LY2c6SNI/AAAAAAAAEWw/_6qeJCO68wg/s1600/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcgRQSalKgM/Tv9LY2c6SNI/AAAAAAAAEWw/_6qeJCO68wg/s400/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692351344325314770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_LHHaEm-hCA/Tv9LToiUVFI/AAAAAAAAEWk/bpLC4xd05Xs/s1600/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_LHHaEm-hCA/Tv9LToiUVFI/AAAAAAAAEWk/bpLC4xd05Xs/s400/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692351254690550866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Kkft1DYak/Tv9LPMAXdmI/AAAAAAAAEWY/AtWqbQC9v7o/s1600/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Kkft1DYak/Tv9LPMAXdmI/AAAAAAAAEWY/AtWqbQC9v7o/s400/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692351178312480354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Le faux forme le goût, et soutient le faux, en faisant sciemment disparaître la possibilité de référence à l’authentique. On refait même le vrai, dès que c’est possible, pour le faire ressembler au faux. Les Américains, étant les plus riches et les plus modernes, ont été les principales dupes de ce commerce du faux en art. Et ce sont justement les mêmes qui financent les travaux de restauration de Versailles ou de la Chapelle Sixtine. C’est pourquoi les fresques de Michel-Ange devront prendre des couleurs ravivées de bande dessinée, et les meubles authentiques de Versailles acquérir ce vif éclat de la dorure qui les fera ressembler beaucoup au faux mobilier d’époque Louis XIV importé à grands frais au Texas.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Lo falso forma el gusto y sostiene lo falso, eliminando a sabiendas la posibilidad de referencia a lo auténtico. Se rehace incluso lo verdadero, ya que se puede, para que se parezca a lo falso. Los americanos, al ser los más ricos y los más modernos, han sido las principales víctimas de ese comercio de falsificaciones de arte. Son justamente los mismos que financian las obras de restauración de Versalles y de la Capilla Sixtina. Por eso los frescos de Miguel Ángel deben adquirir los intensos colores de las tiras cómicas, y el dorado de los muebles auténticos de Versalles ese brillo intenso por el cual acabarán pareciéndose bastante a los falsos muebles de época Luis XIV que a tan elevado precio importa el estado de Texas. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Réfutation de tous les jugements, tant élogieux qu'hostiles, qui ont été jusqu'ici portés sur le film 'La société du spectacle'. Guy Debord, 1975.&lt;br /&gt;*Commentaires sur la societé du spectacle. Guy Debord, 1988.&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/5226465182139015213-4339377353094610189?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4339377353094610189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-arte-de-los-meridianos-oscuros.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4339377353094610189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4339377353094610189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-arte-de-los-meridianos-oscuros.html' title='El arte de los meridianos oscuros'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVX7Fi5Jzec/Tv9Lnkoya-I/AAAAAAAAEXU/WlU6x2X_B5s/s72-c/commentaires%2Bsur%2Bla%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7932444899662209475</id><published>2011-12-20T00:50:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:26:07.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Idealismo cenizo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7-QeZi1UDQ/Tu_OekcIlKI/AAAAAAAAEWA/cV6MOMBF1ZY/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7-QeZi1UDQ/Tu_OekcIlKI/AAAAAAAAEWA/cV6MOMBF1ZY/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991878965302434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrGaDN2IDKQ/Tu_OZ_5MnoI/AAAAAAAAEV0/yPVslJBtKrQ/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrGaDN2IDKQ/Tu_OZ_5MnoI/AAAAAAAAEV0/yPVslJBtKrQ/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991800435613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYraw5GSELo/Tu_O5F7VOfI/AAAAAAAAEWM/LWdgLxb5bKc/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bnoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYraw5GSELo/Tu_O5F7VOfI/AAAAAAAAEWM/LWdgLxb5bKc/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bnoi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687992334631123442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAa6ZRfJ30o/Tu_ORI0D6GI/AAAAAAAAEVc/_sDhqS3omZs/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FAa6ZRfJ30o/Tu_ORI0D6GI/AAAAAAAAEVc/_sDhqS3omZs/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991648211167330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTObuoKIqIA/Tu_ONi10RTI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/RCGK0YheP1E/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTObuoKIqIA/Tu_ONi10RTI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/RCGK0YheP1E/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991586478376242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ujbahdgmfl0/Tu_OKV_swgI/AAAAAAAAEVE/LjLKS2-2mMI/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 63px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ujbahdgmfl0/Tu_OKV_swgI/AAAAAAAAEVE/LjLKS2-2mMI/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991531490558466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vu8d9dm-TY/Tu_OGPUSB5I/AAAAAAAAEU4/j4vwF57PXjU/s1600/La%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vu8d9dm-TY/Tu_OGPUSB5I/AAAAAAAAEU4/j4vwF57PXjU/s400/La%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991460978362258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QoO8ckm_1Q/Tu_OBeRRehI/AAAAAAAAEUs/rFnwfGtxY70/s1600/La%2Bsociet%25C3%25A92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 32px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QoO8ckm_1Q/Tu_OBeRRehI/AAAAAAAAEUs/rFnwfGtxY70/s400/La%2Bsociet%25C3%25A92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991379092929042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mv6SaflhAC4/Tu_N-ParGFI/AAAAAAAAEUg/pIP0FXFPYCc/s1600/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mv6SaflhAC4/Tu_N-ParGFI/AAAAAAAAEUg/pIP0FXFPYCc/s400/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2Bdu%2Bspectacle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687991323566217298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Cette époque, qui se montre à elle-même son temps comme étant essentiellement le retour précipité de multiples festivités, est également une époque sans fête. Ce qui était, dans le temps cyclique, le moment de la participation d’une communauté à la dépense luxueuse de la vie, est impossible pour la société sans communauté et sans luxe. Quand ses pseudo- fêtes vulgarisées, parodies du dialogue et du don, incitent à un surplus de dépense économique, elles ne ramènent que la déception toujours compensée par la promesse d’une déception nouvelle. Le temps de la survie moderne doit, dans le spectacle, se vanter d’autant plus hautement que sa valeur d’usage s’est réduite. La réalité du temps a été remplacée par la publicité du temps.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Esta época, que se exhibe ante sí misma su tiempo como si fuera el retorno precipitado de una multitud de festividades, es también una época sin fiesta. Lo que era en el tiempo cíclico el momento de participación de una comunidad en la lapidación lujosa de la vida, es imposible en una sociedad sin comunidad y sin lujo. Cuando sus seudofiestas vulgarizadas, parodias del diálogo y del don, incitan a un exceso de gasto económico, no conducen sino a la decepción, siempre compensada por la promesa de una nueva decepción. El tiempo de la supervivencia moderna debe vanagloriarse tanto más ostentosamente en el espectáculo cuanto más se reduce su valor de uso. La realidad del tiempo ha sido sustituida por la publicidad del tiempo.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*La Société du spectacle. Guy Debord, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;*La Société du spectacle [Trad. José Luis Pardo]. Guy Debord, 1967.&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/5226465182139015213-7932444899662209475?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/7932444899662209475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/idealismo-cenizo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7932444899662209475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7932444899662209475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/idealismo-cenizo.html' title='Idealismo cenizo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7-QeZi1UDQ/Tu_OekcIlKI/AAAAAAAAEWA/cV6MOMBF1ZY/s72-c/la%2Bsociet%25C3%25A9%2B8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2040983661792746318</id><published>2011-12-18T02:45:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:09:12.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El azar objetivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOnp3wi0ono/Tu1SkyCX2vI/AAAAAAAAEUU/xN1oWirop-U/s1600/david%2Bfoster%2Bwallace%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOnp3wi0ono/Tu1SkyCX2vI/AAAAAAAAEUU/xN1oWirop-U/s400/david%2Bfoster%2Bwallace%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687292696299297522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「The fifth effect has more to do with you, how you’re perceived. It’s powerful although its use is more restricted. Pay attention, boy. The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realise something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believe they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it. This is the way of people. Suddenly ask what’s wrong, and whether they open up and spill their guts or deny it and pretend you’re off, they’ll think you’re perceptive and understanding. They’ll either be grateful, or they’ll be frightened and avoid you from then on. Both reactions have their uses, as we’ll get to. You can play it either way. This works over 90 per cent of the time.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「―El quinto efecto tiene más que ver contigo y con cómo te perciben los demás. Es poderoso aunque su uso es más restringido. Presta atención, joven. Con la próxima persona adecuada con la que estés teniendo una conversación informal, te detienes de golpe en medio de la conversación y miras a esa persona de cerca y le dices: «¿Qué te pasa?». Se lo dices en tono preocupado. Y él te dirá: «¿A qué te refieres?». Y tú le dices: «Te pasa algo. Lo noto. ¿Qué es?» Y el tipo se quedará estupefacto y dirá: «¿Cómo lo has sabido?». No se da cuenta de que a todo el mundo le pasa algo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siempre.&lt;/span&gt; Y a menudo más de una cosa. No sabe que todo el mundo siempre lleva a cuestas algún problema y cree estar ejerciendo un control y una fuerza de voluntad enormes para impedir que lo vean los demás, al tiempo que piensa que a los demás nunca les pasa nada malo. Así es la gente. De repente les preguntas qué les pasa y tanto si responden abriéndote su corazón y contándotelo todo como si lo niegan y fingen que andas desencaminado, pensarán que eres un tipo perceptivo y comprensivo. O bien te estarán agradecidos y te abrirán su corazón, o bien se quedarán asustados y empezarán a evitarte. Las dos reacciones resultan útiles, tal como ya veremos. Puedes jugarlo de ambas maneras. Esto funciona más del noventa por ciento de las veces.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*David Foster Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;*The Pale King [Trad. Javier Calvo]. David Foster Wallace, 2011.&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/5226465182139015213-2040983661792746318?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2040983661792746318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-azar-objetivo.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2040983661792746318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2040983661792746318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/el-azar-objetivo.html' title='El azar objetivo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOnp3wi0ono/Tu1SkyCX2vI/AAAAAAAAEUU/xN1oWirop-U/s72-c/david%2Bfoster%2Bwallace%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2532796871495000977</id><published>2011-12-16T04:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T04:35:21.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuras de la espera y no del deseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQIgeitgs0c/Tuq3WoMUjJI/AAAAAAAAETk/inOnbj6Vt98/s1600/Marcel%2Bbreuer%2BWassily%2BChair.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 362px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQIgeitgs0c/Tuq3WoMUjJI/AAAAAAAAETk/inOnbj6Vt98/s400/Marcel%2Bbreuer%2BWassily%2BChair.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686559078882774162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeQ8Sz4qhHk/Tuq2_1OMDlI/AAAAAAAAETM/c0Cva4M1_V8/s1600/Mies-Van-Der-Rohe-Silla-Barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 417px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aeQ8Sz4qhHk/Tuq2_1OMDlI/AAAAAAAAETM/c0Cva4M1_V8/s400/Mies-Van-Der-Rohe-Silla-Barcelona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686558687243275858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLComeiYfrs/Tuq6XRU__yI/AAAAAAAAETw/rjZftKBmD0w/s1600/Eileen%2BGray%2BTable.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 499px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DLComeiYfrs/Tuq6XRU__yI/AAAAAAAAETw/rjZftKBmD0w/s400/Eileen%2BGray%2BTable.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686562388459912994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5pnTkPg98U/Tuq26jVZCSI/AAAAAAAAETA/Q9sgQO_gmKQ/s1600/Asterios%2BPolyp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x5pnTkPg98U/Tuq26jVZCSI/AAAAAAAAETA/Q9sgQO_gmKQ/s400/Asterios%2BPolyp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686558596542302498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wassily Chair. Marcel Breuer, 1925-27.&lt;br /&gt;*Barcelona Chair. Mies van der Rohe, 1929.&lt;br /&gt;*Table E 1027. Eileen Gray, 1927.&lt;br /&gt;*Asterios Polyp. David Mazzucchelli, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2532796871495000977?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2532796871495000977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/figuras-de-la-espera-y-no-del-deseo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2532796871495000977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2532796871495000977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/figuras-de-la-espera-y-no-del-deseo.html' title='Figuras de la espera y no del deseo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vQIgeitgs0c/Tuq3WoMUjJI/AAAAAAAAETk/inOnbj6Vt98/s72-c/Marcel%2Bbreuer%2BWassily%2BChair.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-9159993464458692178</id><published>2011-12-14T04:02:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T04:49:14.548+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Eres dos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qlGLsja2Js/TugcpX8RKkI/AAAAAAAAES0/C0lKvYyoeYw/s1600/david%2Bfoster%2Bwallace%2Bmiddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 448px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qlGLsja2Js/TugcpX8RKkI/AAAAAAAAES0/C0lKvYyoeYw/s400/david%2Bfoster%2Bwallace%2Bmiddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685826026682264130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「―But they're shit.&lt;br /&gt;―And yet at the same time they're art. Exquisite pieces of art. They are literally incredible.&lt;br /&gt;―No, they're literally shit is literally what they are.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「―Pero si son mierda.&lt;br /&gt;―Y al mismo tiempo son arte. Obras exquisitas de arte. Son literalmente increíbles.&lt;br /&gt;―No, son literalmente mierda, eso es lo que son literalmente.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*David Foster Wallace.&lt;br /&gt;*The suffering Channel. David Foster Wallace, 2004.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-9159993464458692178?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/9159993464458692178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/eres-dos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/9159993464458692178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/9159993464458692178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/eres-dos.html' title='¿Eres dos?'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qlGLsja2Js/TugcpX8RKkI/AAAAAAAAES0/C0lKvYyoeYw/s72-c/david%2Bfoster%2Bwallace%2Bmiddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6414398548440313863</id><published>2011-12-10T14:42:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:43:47.914+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La asimilación estratégica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYk8E9bpbg/TuOMGUO1iLI/AAAAAAAAER4/ODyj9IQzAsM/s1600/fin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYk8E9bpbg/TuOMGUO1iLI/AAAAAAAAER4/ODyj9IQzAsM/s400/fin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684541194809739442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoGoTO4SG4U/TuNjvh0FxUI/AAAAAAAAERg/XMixkSDDTn0/s1600/Une%2BFemme%2Best%2Bune%2Bfemme4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoGoTO4SG4U/TuNjvh0FxUI/AAAAAAAAERg/XMixkSDDTn0/s400/Une%2BFemme%2Best%2Bune%2Bfemme4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684496822853551426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIe7eRlb2sU/TuNj-pnmLeI/AAAAAAAAERs/hIJE54sy85A/s1600/Une%2BFemme%2Best%2Bune%2Bfemme5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIe7eRlb2sU/TuNj-pnmLeI/AAAAAAAAERs/hIJE54sy85A/s400/Une%2BFemme%2Best%2Bune%2Bfemme5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684497082646670818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Une femme est une femme. Jean-Luc Godard, 1961.[Ilustración ugdm, 2011]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-6414398548440313863?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6414398548440313863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-asimilacion-estrategica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6414398548440313863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6414398548440313863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-asimilacion-estrategica.html' title='La asimilación estratégica'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ptYk8E9bpbg/TuOMGUO1iLI/AAAAAAAAER4/ODyj9IQzAsM/s72-c/fin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6720799510229590421</id><published>2011-12-05T21:10:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T12:03:34.259+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leer con fruto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6y4WBFH4xQ/Tt0t6pC9JhI/AAAAAAAAEQk/01G9hZhubqE/s1600/Ariel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6y4WBFH4xQ/Tt0t6pC9JhI/AAAAAAAAEQk/01G9hZhubqE/s400/Ariel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682748790285346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umolFnhCC64/Tt0l0aSsv7I/AAAAAAAAEQM/nJLt0QRkGd4/s1600/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umolFnhCC64/Tt0l0aSsv7I/AAAAAAAAEQM/nJLt0QRkGd4/s400/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682739887152611250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkiODNIh4ZA/Tt0toMsVMkI/AAAAAAAAEQY/haWYQiSIwBo/s1600/Ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkiODNIh4ZA/Tt0toMsVMkI/AAAAAAAAEQY/haWYQiSIwBo/s400/Ariel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682748473436615234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AFuAKrC_KI/Tt0lxPCSOBI/AAAAAAAAEQA/a0d-9xGBCfo/s1600/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8AFuAKrC_KI/Tt0lxPCSOBI/AAAAAAAAEQA/a0d-9xGBCfo/s400/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682739832591366162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTeyyW3c4gc/Tt0vhkd_DhI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/PWVWM99M6FA/s1600/Ariel4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTeyyW3c4gc/Tt0vhkd_DhI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/PWVWM99M6FA/s400/Ariel4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682750558583066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trPgt9cwruo/Tt0ltkxurMI/AAAAAAAAEP0/Fz8bEcDpkAE/s1600/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-trPgt9cwruo/Tt0ltkxurMI/AAAAAAAAEP0/Fz8bEcDpkAE/s400/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682739769708031170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2jz_l9jecg/Tt0uXFIlOSI/AAAAAAAAEQw/qZKw3LUNjJY/s1600/Ariel3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2jz_l9jecg/Tt0uXFIlOSI/AAAAAAAAEQw/qZKw3LUNjJY/s400/Ariel3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682749278861474082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4JW0P41alY/Tt0lpzDGMyI/AAAAAAAAEPo/cji7Wag2H8o/s1600/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4JW0P41alY/Tt0lpzDGMyI/AAAAAAAAEPo/cji7Wag2H8o/s400/Ariel%252C%2BKaurismaki4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682739704819495714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ariel. Aki Kaurismaki [Librería Café-Bar Gato Vadio, Rua do Rosário 281, Porto, 27.09.11].&lt;br /&gt;*Ariel, Aki Kaurismaki, 1988.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-6720799510229590421?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6720799510229590421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/leer-con-fruto.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6720799510229590421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6720799510229590421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/leer-con-fruto.html' title='Leer con fruto'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6y4WBFH4xQ/Tt0t6pC9JhI/AAAAAAAAEQk/01G9hZhubqE/s72-c/Ariel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2757373745241421019</id><published>2011-12-03T04:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T05:07:13.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No me pidas lo que puedo darte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oBsxC8grYQ/TtmfYiIvuKI/AAAAAAAAEPc/k79HPz24hHw/s1600/conniesellecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 529px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oBsxC8grYQ/TtmfYiIvuKI/AAAAAAAAEPc/k79HPz24hHw/s400/conniesellecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681747648733755554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="gsSong565513874" name="gsSong565513874" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=5655138&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=5655138&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Believe It Or Not by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/Joe+Scarbury/325269" title="Joe Scarbury"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Connie Sellecca.&lt;br /&gt;*Believe or not. Joey Scarbury, 1981.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2757373745241421019?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2757373745241421019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-me-pidas-lo-que-puedo-darte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2757373745241421019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2757373745241421019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-me-pidas-lo-que-puedo-darte.html' title='No me pidas lo que puedo darte'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oBsxC8grYQ/TtmfYiIvuKI/AAAAAAAAEPc/k79HPz24hHw/s72-c/conniesellecca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-771012220206331870</id><published>2011-11-28T19:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T02:18:07.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corderos para la blancura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9T1Sl4MX6A/TtPSmuOKxDI/AAAAAAAAEPI/Jp6C2cI6sSo/s1600/pasolini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9T1Sl4MX6A/TtPSmuOKxDI/AAAAAAAAEPI/Jp6C2cI6sSo/s400/pasolini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680115117728646194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Non popolo arabo, non popolo balcanico, non popolo antico | ma nazione vivente, ma nazione europea: | e cosa sei? Terra di infanti, affamati, corrotti, | governanti impiegati di agrari, prefetti codini, | avvocatucci unti di brillantina e i piedi sporchi, | funzionari liberali carogne come gli zii bigotti, | una caserma, un seminario, una spiaggia libera, un casino! | Milioni di piccoli borghesi come milioni di porci | pascolano sospingendosi sotto gli illesi palazzotti, | tra case coloniali scrostate ormai come chiese. | Proprio perché tu sei esistita, ora non esisti, | proprio perché fosti cosciente, sei incosciente. | E solo perché sei cattolica, non puoi pensare | che il tuo male è tutto il male: colpa di ogni male. | | Sprofonda in questo tuo bel mare, libera il mondo」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「No pueblo árabe, no pueblo balcánico, no pueblo antiguo | sino nación viva, sino nación europea:   | ¿Y qué eres? Tierra de niños, hambrientos, corrompidos, |  gobernantes asalariados de los terratenientes, | gobernadores reaccionarios, abogaduchos untados de brillantina y con los pies sucios, funcionarios liberales tan carroña como los tíos beatos,  | un cuartel, un seminario, una playa libre, un burdel. | Millones de pequeñoburgueses como millones de cerdos | pastan arrastrándose bajo palacetes intactos, |  entre casas coloniales desconchadas como iglesias. | Porque has existido, ahora no existes, | porque has sido consciente, eres inconsciente. | Y sólo porque eres católica, no puedes pensar | que tu mal es todo el mal: culpa de todo mal. || Naufraga en ese hermoso mar tuyo, libera al mundo.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F389913&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F389913&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pier Paolo Pasolini.&lt;br /&gt;*Alla mia nazione. Pier Paolo Pasolini [Voz: Vittorio Gassman | Trad.: ugdm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-771012220206331870?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/771012220206331870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/corderos-para-la-blancura.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/771012220206331870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/771012220206331870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/corderos-para-la-blancura.html' title='Corderos para la blancura'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s9T1Sl4MX6A/TtPSmuOKxDI/AAAAAAAAEPI/Jp6C2cI6sSo/s72-c/pasolini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4833625262668177654</id><published>2011-11-26T19:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:46:29.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Áfricas inmateriales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta83Jf3O4UY/TtEqDMWzXjI/AAAAAAAAEOw/MY8TH_AtK1Y/s1600/Secretary.%2BSteven%2BShainberg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 605px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta83Jf3O4UY/TtEqDMWzXjI/AAAAAAAAEOw/MY8TH_AtK1Y/s400/Secretary.%2BSteven%2BShainberg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679366839435746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVYVGTR91LI/TtEp3ooCvTI/AAAAAAAAEOk/qUWh_-HdTNc/s1600/X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 603px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FVYVGTR91LI/TtEp3ooCvTI/AAAAAAAAEOk/qUWh_-HdTNc/s400/X.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679366640865819954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Secretary. &lt;span class="st"&gt;Steven Shainber, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;X. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Jon Hewit, 2011. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4833625262668177654?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4833625262668177654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/africas-inmateriales.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4833625262668177654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4833625262668177654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/africas-inmateriales.html' title='Áfricas inmateriales'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta83Jf3O4UY/TtEqDMWzXjI/AAAAAAAAEOw/MY8TH_AtK1Y/s72-c/Secretary.%2BSteven%2BShainberg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8950326768245393606</id><published>2011-11-23T16:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:52:14.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La chispa uniforme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fshzD2bf5d4/Ts0VCENloRI/AAAAAAAAEOM/h7JOzOFG2W0/s1600/Do%2BAndroids%2BDream%2Bof%2BElectric%2BSheep%253F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fshzD2bf5d4/Ts0VCENloRI/AAAAAAAAEOM/h7JOzOFG2W0/s400/Do%2BAndroids%2BDream%2Bof%2BElectric%2BSheep%253F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678217830418718994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「'An IQ test?'&lt;br /&gt;'No. Empathy.'&lt;br /&gt;'I'll have to put on my glasses.' She reached to open a drawer of her dressing-table.&lt;br /&gt;'If you can mark the score without your glasses you can take this test. I'll show you some pictures and ask you several questions. Meanwhile -', He got up and walked to her, and, bending, pressed the adhesive pad of sensitive grids against her deeply tinted check. 'And this light,' he said, adjusting the angle of the pencil beam, 'and that's it.'&lt;br /&gt;'Do you think I'm an android? Is that it?' Her voice had faded almost to extinction. 'I'm not an android. I haven't even been on Mars; I've never even seen an android!' Her elongated lashes shuddered involuntarily; he saw her trying to appear calm. 'Do you have information that there's an android in the cast? I'd be glad to help you, and if I were an android would I be glad to help you?'&lt;br /&gt;'An android,' he said, 'doesn't care what happens to another android. That's one of the indications we look for.'」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「—¿Un test de CI?&lt;br /&gt;—No. De empatía.&lt;br /&gt;—Tengo que ponerme las gafas —se movió para abrir una gaveta de su tocador.&lt;br /&gt;—Si puede anotar su partitura sin las gafas también puede hacer sin ellas el test. Le mostraré algunas figura y le haré unas preguntas. Mientras tanto... —se puso de pie, se acercó a ella e inclinándose, ajustó el disco adhesivo de malla metálica sensible a su mejilla—Y esta luz —agregó, ajustando el ángulo del haz de luz—, y ya está.&lt;br /&gt;—¿Cree que soy una androide? ¿Es por eso? —su voz parecía desvanecida— No lo soy. Jamás he estado en Marte, jamás he visto siquiera un androide —sus pestañas alargadas temblaron involuntariamente; él advirtió que trataba de mostrarse tranquila—¿Ha recibido usted la información de que hay un androide en el elenco? Me gustaría ayudarle. Si fuera una androide no querría hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;—A un androide no le importa lo que le ocurra a otro androide —respondió él—Esa es una de las señales que buscamos.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Philip K. Dick, 1968.&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/5226465182139015213-8950326768245393606?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8950326768245393606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-chispa-uniforme.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8950326768245393606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8950326768245393606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-chispa-uniforme.html' title='La chispa uniforme'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fshzD2bf5d4/Ts0VCENloRI/AAAAAAAAEOM/h7JOzOFG2W0/s72-c/Do%2BAndroids%2BDream%2Bof%2BElectric%2BSheep%253F.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3178779906475634296</id><published>2011-11-21T18:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:35:12.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La ley del cuerpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrO9Y3qAloM/TsqZpkU73qI/AAAAAAAAEOA/5Zd5U7IbMcI/s1600/Talking%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Btaxmanjpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 427px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrO9Y3qAloM/TsqZpkU73qI/AAAAAAAAEOA/5Zd5U7IbMcI/s400/Talking%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Btaxmanjpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677519219659103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Help save the youth of America. Help save them from themselves. Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys and the Californian girls. When the lights go out in the rest of the World,  what do our cousins say? They're playing in the sun and having fun, fun, fun till Daddy takes the gun away. From the Big Church to the Big River and out to the Shining Sea. This is the Land of Opportunity and there's a Monkey Trial on TV. A nation with their freezers full are dancing in their seats while outside another nation is sleeping in the streets. Don't tell me the old, old story, tell me the truth this time, is the Man in the Mask or the Indian an enemy or a friend of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help save the youth of America. Help save the youth of the world. Help save the boys in uniform, their mothers and their faithful girls. Listen to the voice of the soldier down in the killing zone, talking about the cost of living and the price of bringing him home. They're already shipping the body bags down by the Rio Grande, but you can fight for democracy at home and not in some foreign land. And the fate of the great United States is entwined in the fate of us all, and the incident at Tschernobyl proves the world we live in is very small. And the cities of Europe have burned before and they may yet burn again. And if they do I hope you understand that Washington will burn with them, Omaha will burn with them, Los Alamos will burn with them.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="gsSong2881306254" name="gsSong2881306254" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=28813062&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=28813062&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Introduction (Live) by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/Billy+Bragg/5651" title="Billy Bragg"&gt;Billy Bragg&lt;/a&gt; on Grooveshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="gsSong1469453057" name="gsSong1469453057" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=14694530&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=14694530&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Help Save the Youth of America by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/Billy+Bragg/5651" title="Billy Bragg"&gt;Billy Bragg&lt;/a&gt; on Grooveshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talking With The Taxman About Poetry. Billy Bragg, 1986.&lt;br /&gt;*Help Save the Youth of America. Billy Bragg, 1986.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3178779906475634296?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3178779906475634296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-ley-del-cuerpo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3178779906475634296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3178779906475634296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-ley-del-cuerpo.html' title='La ley del cuerpo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GrO9Y3qAloM/TsqZpkU73qI/AAAAAAAAEOA/5Zd5U7IbMcI/s72-c/Talking%2Bwith%2Bthe%2Btaxmanjpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8535440498361459127</id><published>2011-11-20T13:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T14:12:03.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elecciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h29U81-h0ZM/Tsj4vKrQ21I/AAAAAAAAENo/3UB0C4zATAo/s1600/claretta%2Bpetacci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h29U81-h0ZM/Tsj4vKrQ21I/AAAAAAAAENo/3UB0C4zATAo/s400/claretta%2Bpetacci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677060819503864658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-JlD6LdlDg/Tsj4rFUKe2I/AAAAAAAAENc/Jog4dsUe_QU/s1600/Claretta%2BPetacci%2Bmorta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-JlD6LdlDg/Tsj4rFUKe2I/AAAAAAAAENc/Jog4dsUe_QU/s400/Claretta%2BPetacci%2Bmorta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677060749345323874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Clara Petacci.&lt;br /&gt;*Clara Petacci. 28.04.1945.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8535440498361459127?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8535440498361459127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/elecciones.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8535440498361459127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8535440498361459127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/elecciones.html' title='Elecciones'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h29U81-h0ZM/Tsj4vKrQ21I/AAAAAAAAENo/3UB0C4zATAo/s72-c/claretta%2Bpetacci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7232521161968055114</id><published>2011-11-18T00:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T01:30:58.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Orión, ni Betelgeuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8FjrZVtBlg/TsWeVf-McEI/AAAAAAAAENQ/DxgPQoyUyII/s1600/Supreme_Federal_Court-Brasilia-image%2Bcopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8FjrZVtBlg/TsWeVf-McEI/AAAAAAAAENQ/DxgPQoyUyII/s400/Supreme_Federal_Court-Brasilia-image%2Bcopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676116997567180866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhBISAA8UG4/TsWeOw4k3-I/AAAAAAAAENE/NLOAbeIfYDE/s1600/p33_bartok_decca%2Bcopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhBISAA8UG4/TsWeOw4k3-I/AAAAAAAAENE/NLOAbeIfYDE/s400/p33_bartok_decca%2Bcopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676116881847934946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Palácio do Planalto. Oscar Niemeyer, 1956.&lt;br /&gt;*Béla Bartok. Musik für Saiteninstrumente, Schlagzeug und Celesta.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-7232521161968055114?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/7232521161968055114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/ni-orion-ni-betelgeuse.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7232521161968055114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7232521161968055114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/ni-orion-ni-betelgeuse.html' title='Ni Orión, ni Betelgeuse'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8FjrZVtBlg/TsWeVf-McEI/AAAAAAAAENQ/DxgPQoyUyII/s72-c/Supreme_Federal_Court-Brasilia-image%2Bcopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4437067729169052550</id><published>2011-11-17T13:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T13:54:35.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Al grano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mortalha&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="varpt"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" class="" title="substantivo feminino"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="varpb"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 10px;" class="" title=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;s. f.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Duplo clique para ver definição" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;1. Lençol ou túnica que envolve um cadáver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Duplo clique para ver definição" style="cursor: pointer;"&gt;2. Tira de papel que embrulha o tabaco do cigarro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dicionário Priberam da Língua Portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4437067729169052550?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4437067729169052550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/al-grano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4437067729169052550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4437067729169052550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/al-grano.html' title='Al grano'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7433859326595753249</id><published>2011-11-15T14:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:38:04.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquilidad, continuación, cuidado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K94twPwS2TY/TsJngD-AqBI/AAAAAAAAEM4/TLrDlr4t5ag/s1600/edoardo%2Bbennato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 474px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K94twPwS2TY/TsJngD-AqBI/AAAAAAAAEM4/TLrDlr4t5ag/s400/edoardo%2Bbennato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675212280959117330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Mi ricordo che anni fa di sfuggita dentro un bar ho sentito un juke-box che suonava e nei sogni di bambino la chitarra era una spada e chi non ci credeva era un pirata! E la voglia di cantare e la voglia di volare forse mi è venuta proprio allora forse è stata una pazzia però è l'unica maniera di dire sempre quello che mi va! Non potrò mai diventare direttore generale delle poste o delle ferrovie. Non potrò mai far carriera nel giornale della sera anche perché finirei in galera! Mai nessuno mi darà il suo voto per parlare o per decidere del suo futuro. Nella mia categoria è tutta gente poco seria di cui non ci si può fidare! Guarda invece che scienziati, che dottori, che avvocati, che folla di ministri e deputati! Pensa che in questo momento proprio mentre io sto cantando stanno seriamente lavorando! Per i dubbi e le domande che ti assillano la mente va da loro e non ti preoccupare sono a tua disposizione e sempre, senza esitazione, loro ti risponderanno! Io di risposte non ne ho! Io faccio solo rock'n' roll! Se ti conviene bene io più di tanto non posso fare! Gli impresari di partito mi hanno fatto un altro invito e hanno detto che finisce male se non vado pure io al raduno generale della grande festa nazionale! Hanno detto che non posso rifiutarmi proprio adesso, che anche a loro devo il mio successo. Che son pazzo ed incosciente, sono un irriconoscente, un sovversivo, un mezzo criminale! Ma che ci volete fare, non vi sembrerò normale ma è l'istinto che mi fa volare! Non c'è gioco ne finzione perché l'unica illusione è quella della realtà, della ragione! Però a quelli in malafede sempre a caccia delle streghe dico: no, non è una cosa seria! E così e se vi pare ma lasciatemi sfogare non mettetemi alle strette e con quanto fiato ho in gola vi urlerò: non c'è paura! ma che politica, che cultura, sono solo canzonette!」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="gsSong1045399862" name="gsSong1045399862" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=10453998&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=10453998&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;bennato - Sono solo canzonette.mp3 by &lt;a href="http://grooveshark.com/artist/Unknown+Artist/401329" title="Unknown Artist"&gt;Unknown Artist&lt;/a&gt; on Grooveshark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edoardo Bennato.&lt;br /&gt;*Sono solo canzonette. Edoardo Bennato, 1980.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-7433859326595753249?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/7433859326595753249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/tranquilidad-continuacion-cuidado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7433859326595753249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7433859326595753249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/tranquilidad-continuacion-cuidado.html' title='Tranquilidad, continuación, cuidado'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K94twPwS2TY/TsJngD-AqBI/AAAAAAAAEM4/TLrDlr4t5ag/s72-c/edoardo%2Bbennato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1296335025637481253</id><published>2011-11-14T14:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:55:58.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viejas fórmulas de entretenimiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzUtov2w590/TsEdVS2l1kI/AAAAAAAAEMs/VCHqsMBVyao/s1600/Cold_Weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 591px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzUtov2w590/TsEdVS2l1kI/AAAAAAAAEMs/VCHqsMBVyao/s400/Cold_Weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674849257138804290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfCRGNfsHwk/TsEdHuxOmDI/AAAAAAAAEMg/hneqb8XG0mI/s1600/autumn-leaves-600_108304405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 549px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfCRGNfsHwk/TsEdHuxOmDI/AAAAAAAAEMg/hneqb8XG0mI/s400/autumn-leaves-600_108304405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674849024114333746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cold Weather. Aaron Katz, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;*Autumn Leaves me with an empty feeling. Julia Eriksson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1296335025637481253?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1296335025637481253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/viejas-formulas-de-entretenimiento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1296335025637481253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1296335025637481253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/viejas-formulas-de-entretenimiento.html' title='Viejas fórmulas de entretenimiento'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IzUtov2w590/TsEdVS2l1kI/AAAAAAAAEMs/VCHqsMBVyao/s72-c/Cold_Weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1896328725577016225</id><published>2011-11-11T14:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T02:56:08.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuestro lema es: ¡cuidado, comprador!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOG9beLVVGc/Tr1NtiDCEqI/AAAAAAAAELo/byIjkwbv2-g/s1600/The%2BThree%2BStigmata%2Bof%2BPalmer%2BEldritch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 591px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOG9beLVVGc/Tr1NtiDCEqI/AAAAAAAAELo/byIjkwbv2-g/s400/The%2BThree%2BStigmata%2Bof%2BPalmer%2BEldritch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673776550185669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「'What is Ubik?' Joe said, wanting her to stay.&lt;br /&gt;'A spray can of Ubik,' the girl answered, 'is a portable negative ionizer, with a self-contained, high-voltage, lowamp unit powered by a peak-gain helium battery of 25kv. The negative ions are given a counterclockwise spin by a radically biased acceleration chamber, which creates a centripetal tendency to them so thatthey cohere rather than dissipate. A negative ion field diminishes the velocity of anti-protophasons normally present in the atmosphere; as soon as their velocity falls they cease to be anti- protophasons and, under the principle of parity, no longer can unite with protophasons radiated from persons frozen in cold-pac; that is, those in half-life. The end result is that the proportion of protophasons not canceled by anti-protophasons increases, which means - for a specific time, anyhow - an increment in the net put-forth field of protophasonic activity ... which the affected half- lifer experiences as greater vitality plus a lowering of the experience of low cold-pac temperatures. So you can see why regressed forms of Ubik failed to -'&lt;br /&gt;Joe said reflexively, 'To say "negative ions" is redundant. All ions are negative.'」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「—¿Qué es el Ubik? —preguntó Joe, deseando retenerla.&lt;br /&gt;—Un frasco de aerosol de Ubik —respondió la joven— consiste en un ionizador negativo portátil, con una unidad autocontenida, de alto voltaje y baja intensidad, alimentada por una pila de helio de veinticinco kilovatios de ganancia máxima. Los iones negativos reciben un giro de sentido contrario a las agujas del reloj, que les imprime una cámara de aceleración de nuevo diseño, creadora de una fuerza centrípeta tal que las partículas ganan cohesión en vez de dispersarse. Un campo iónico negativo reduce la velocidad de los protofasones habitualmente presentes en la atmósfera. Al decrecer su velocidad, dejan de ser protofasones y, según el principio de paridad, ya no pueden enlazarse con los protofasones irradiados por los individuos conservados en hielo sintético, lo cual significa, al menos durante un cierto lapso de tiempo, un incremento neto de la intensidad del campo de actividad protofasónica... que es experimentado por el semivivo en forma de un aumento de vitalidad y una atenuación de las sensaciones de frío características de las temperaturas de hibernación. Por ello no le resultará difícil comprender por qué las formas degeneradas de Ubik no lograban...&lt;br /&gt;—Lo de iones negativos es una redundancia —dijo Joe de forma refleja—. Todos los iones son negativos.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch. Philip K. Dick, 1965.&lt;br /&gt;*Ubik [trad. Manuel Espín]. Philip K. Dick, 1969.&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/5226465182139015213-1896328725577016225?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1896328725577016225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/nuestro-lema-es-cuidado-comprador.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1896328725577016225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1896328725577016225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/nuestro-lema-es-cuidado-comprador.html' title='Nuestro lema es: ¡cuidado, comprador!'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qOG9beLVVGc/Tr1NtiDCEqI/AAAAAAAAELo/byIjkwbv2-g/s72-c/The%2BThree%2BStigmata%2Bof%2BPalmer%2BEldritch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1268135843598008463</id><published>2011-11-09T17:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T17:19:41.485+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida un cul de sac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtGj04-jPvE/TrqniFQ6LxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/CByqFILsvWg/s1600/jonathan%2Brichman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 588px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtGj04-jPvE/TrqniFQ6LxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/CByqFILsvWg/s400/jonathan%2Brichman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673030884597051154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=29782776&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;songIDs=29782776&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window" height="40" width="404"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jonathan Richman.&lt;br /&gt;*When I Say Wife. Jonathan Richman, 1991.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1268135843598008463?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1268135843598008463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1268135843598008463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1268135843598008463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='La vida un cul de sac'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jtGj04-jPvE/TrqniFQ6LxI/AAAAAAAAELQ/CByqFILsvWg/s72-c/jonathan%2Brichman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3425975818752483</id><published>2011-11-07T20:24:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:33:54.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Remordimiento potencial/Capital invertido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bD0LN5Dy7o/Trgx5-Zhc9I/AAAAAAAAEK4/dUk8Iqg34JQ/s1600/agas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bD0LN5Dy7o/Trgx5-Zhc9I/AAAAAAAAEK4/dUk8Iqg34JQ/s400/agas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672338602745492434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V_lssE48Do/Trgx-igoEHI/AAAAAAAAELE/_rYdD45ukvM/s1600/Agas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6V_lssE48Do/Trgx-igoEHI/AAAAAAAAELE/_rYdD45ukvM/s400/Agas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672338681158439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rT-h4YLVq40/Trgx1ei-1RI/AAAAAAAAEKs/mqH2tQEH1us/s1600/Agas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rT-h4YLVq40/Trgx1ei-1RI/AAAAAAAAEKs/mqH2tQEH1us/s400/Agas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672338525475755282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxwPAsAcplA/TrgxwMz6R8I/AAAAAAAAEKg/7McJSG_wrm0/s1600/Agas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxwPAsAcplA/TrgxwMz6R8I/AAAAAAAAEKg/7McJSG_wrm0/s400/Agas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672338434815576002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NONtd17RN48/TrgxpciGKKI/AAAAAAAAEKU/zA4BgWMPz9Q/s1600/agas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NONtd17RN48/TrgxpciGKKI/AAAAAAAAEKU/zA4BgWMPz9Q/s400/agas5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672338318776740002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Día de todos los santos. ugdm, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3425975818752483?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3425975818752483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/remordimiento-potencialcapital.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3425975818752483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3425975818752483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/remordimiento-potencialcapital.html' title='Remordimiento potencial/Capital invertido'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bD0LN5Dy7o/Trgx5-Zhc9I/AAAAAAAAEK4/dUk8Iqg34JQ/s72-c/agas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5908661733329260795</id><published>2011-11-04T17:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:20:29.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canción sin melodía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xikh3P8e3No/TrQNMc-S8UI/AAAAAAAAEJw/m82rLjdz_Kg/s1600/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xikh3P8e3No/TrQNMc-S8UI/AAAAAAAAEJw/m82rLjdz_Kg/s400/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671172338353369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDtyJUZDPmA/TrQOM_U-HMI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/iTJrVUMeLmU/s1600/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDtyJUZDPmA/TrQOM_U-HMI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/iTJrVUMeLmU/s400/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671173447086906562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CddunyDKmis/TrQNFzb_2mI/AAAAAAAAEJk/UjBTbuEjANI/s1600/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CddunyDKmis/TrQNFzb_2mI/AAAAAAAAEJk/UjBTbuEjANI/s400/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671172224124443234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hW23XlBQvaE/TrQM3fcZrFI/AAAAAAAAEJM/POUzzE9kK6w/s1600/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hW23XlBQvaE/TrQM3fcZrFI/AAAAAAAAEJM/POUzzE9kK6w/s400/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671171978239257682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3hDnUkwX14/TrQM89CgXFI/AAAAAAAAEJY/6XM2DYTkjcI/s1600/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3hDnUkwX14/TrQM89CgXFI/AAAAAAAAEJY/6XM2DYTkjcI/s400/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671172072083053650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Man wird bereits erraten haben, was eigentlich mit dem allen und unter  dem allen geschehen ist: jener Wille zur Selbstpeinigung, jene  zurückgetretene Grausamkeit des innerlich gemachten, in sich selbst  zurückgescheuchten Tiermenschen, des zum Zweck der Zähmung in den  »Staat« Eingesperrten, der das schlechte Gewissen erfunden hat, um sich  wehzutun, nachdem der natürlichere Ausweg dieses Weh-tun-wollens  verstopft war - dieser Mensch des schlechten Gewissens hat sich der  religiösen Voraus- setzung bemächtigt, um seine Selbstmarterung bis zu  ihrer schauerlichsten Härte und schärfe zu treiben. Eine Schuld gegen  Gott: dieser Gedanke wird ihm zum Folterwerkzeug. Er ergreift in »Gott«  die letzten Gegensätze, die er zu seinen eigentlichen und unab-  löslichen Tier-Instinkten zu finden vermag, er deutet diese  Tier-Instinkte selbst um als Schuld gegen Gott (als Feindschaft,  Auflehnung, Aufruhr gegen den »Herrn«, den »Vater«, den Urahn und Anfang  derWelt), er spannt sich in den Widerspruch »Gott« und »Teufel«, er  wirft alles Nein, das er zu sich selbst, zur Natur, Natürlichkeit,  Tatsächlichkeit seines Wesens sagt, aus sich heraus als ein Ja, als  seiend, leibhaft, wirklich, als Gott, als Heiligkeit Gottes, als  Richter- tum Gottes, als Henkertum Gottes, als Jenseits, als Ewigkeit,  als Marter ohne Ende, als Hölle, als Unaus- meßbarkeit von Strafe und  von Schuld.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Ya se habrá adivinado qué es lo que propiamente aconteció con todo esto  y por debajo de todo esto: aquella voluntad de autotortura, aquella  pospuesta crueldad del animal-hombre interiorizado, replegado por miedo  dentro de sí mismo, encarcelado en el «Estado» con la finalidad de ser  domesticado, que ha inventado la mala conciencia para hacerse daño a sí  mismo, después de que la vía más natural de salida de ese hacer-daño  había quedado cerrada, ― este hombre de la mala conciencia se ha  apoderado del presupuesto religioso para llevar su propio automartirio  hasta su más horrible dureza y acritud. Una deuda con Dios: este  pensamiento se le convierte en instrumento de tortura. Capta en «Dios»  las últimas antítesis que es capaz de encontrar para sus auténticos e  insuprimibles instintos de animal, reinterpreta esos mismos instintos  animales como deuda con Dios (como enemistad, rebelión, insurrección  contra el «Señor», el «Padre», el progenitor y comienzo del mundo), se  tensa en la contradicción «Dios y demonio», y todo no que se dice a sí  mismo, a la naturaleza, a la naturalidad, a la realidad de su ser, lo  proyecta fuera de si como un sí, como algo existente, corpóreo, real,  como Dios, como santidad de Dios, como Dios juez, como Dios verdugo,  como más allá, como eternidad, como tormento sin fin, como infierno,  como inconmensurabilidad de pena y culpa. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A Torinói ló. Béla Tarr, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;*Zur Genealogie der Moral. Eine Streitschrift. Friedrich Nietzsche, 1887. [Trad. Andrés Sánchez Pascual]&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/5226465182139015213-5908661733329260795?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5908661733329260795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/cancion-sin-melodia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5908661733329260795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5908661733329260795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/cancion-sin-melodia.html' title='Canción sin melodía'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xikh3P8e3No/TrQNMc-S8UI/AAAAAAAAEJw/m82rLjdz_Kg/s72-c/A%2BTorin%25C3%25B3i%2Bl%25C3%25B311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-606307743128598509</id><published>2011-11-02T16:22:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:22:55.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tus pecados me favorecen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kjUEQh3xoEc/TrFj5SNGe7I/AAAAAAAAEIE/Vj1Veox8G3k/s1600/ray_metzker_philly_63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kjUEQh3xoEc/TrFj5SNGe7I/AAAAAAAAEIE/Vj1Veox8G3k/s400/ray_metzker_philly_63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670423241626647474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7z2DtYFKWI/TrF8VmSaGII/AAAAAAAAEIQ/LgjuS_VWWXM/s1600/RAY%2BMETZKER%2BChicago%252C%2B1981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7z2DtYFKWI/TrF8VmSaGII/AAAAAAAAEIQ/LgjuS_VWWXM/s400/RAY%2BMETZKER%2BChicago%252C%2B1981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670450116333017218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Philadelphia. Ray Metzker, 1963.&lt;br /&gt;*City Whispers, Chicago. Ray Metzker, 1981.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-606307743128598509?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/606307743128598509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/tus-pecados-me-favorecen.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/606307743128598509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/606307743128598509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/11/tus-pecados-me-favorecen.html' title='Tus pecados me favorecen'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kjUEQh3xoEc/TrFj5SNGe7I/AAAAAAAAEIE/Vj1Veox8G3k/s72-c/ray_metzker_philly_63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4467738576051956542</id><published>2011-10-29T17:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T17:17:30.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirugías urbanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aelOMc4BPcE/TqwYagoginI/AAAAAAAAEHU/HCE_JHoK3SI/s1600/Tenshi%2Bno%2Bk%25C3%25B4kotsu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aelOMc4BPcE/TqwYagoginI/AAAAAAAAEHU/HCE_JHoK3SI/s400/Tenshi%2Bno%2Bk%25C3%25B4kotsu4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668932874668116594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGtxiUN-it0/TqwYWXEz1DI/AAAAAAAAEHI/_sCDotKtiFU/s1600/Tenshi%2Bno%2Bk%25C3%25B4kotsu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGtxiUN-it0/TqwYWXEz1DI/AAAAAAAAEHI/_sCDotKtiFU/s400/Tenshi%2Bno%2Bk%25C3%25B4kotsu3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668932803382989874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tenshi no kôkotsu. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kôji Wakamatsu, 1972. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4467738576051956542?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4467738576051956542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/cirugias-urbanas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4467738576051956542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4467738576051956542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/cirugias-urbanas.html' title='Cirugías urbanas'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aelOMc4BPcE/TqwYagoginI/AAAAAAAAEHU/HCE_JHoK3SI/s72-c/Tenshi%2Bno%2Bk%25C3%25B4kotsu4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8544110337358094384</id><published>2011-10-27T16:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:20:32.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La intolerancia piadosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtmoTWlqoZ8/TqlnrecdIoI/AAAAAAAAEG8/JvZODXR3CNY/s1600/Life%2B%2B1943%2BVol%2B14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 603px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtmoTWlqoZ8/TqlnrecdIoI/AAAAAAAAEG8/JvZODXR3CNY/s400/Life%2B%2B1943%2BVol%2B14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668175602626929282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Life Vol. 14, No. 17 (1943).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8544110337358094384?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8544110337358094384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-intolerancia-piadosa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8544110337358094384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8544110337358094384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-intolerancia-piadosa.html' title='La intolerancia piadosa'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BtmoTWlqoZ8/TqlnrecdIoI/AAAAAAAAEG8/JvZODXR3CNY/s72-c/Life%2B%2B1943%2BVol%2B14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-817770604409573851</id><published>2011-10-26T00:00:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:31:58.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaenada tiene su punto pero sobreactua un poco, ¿no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spF20sifVwM/Tqc3BpIywHI/AAAAAAAAEGk/nLe_qvDleAU/s1600/It%2527s%2Ball%2Btrue%2Bwelles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spF20sifVwM/Tqc3BpIywHI/AAAAAAAAEGk/nLe_qvDleAU/s400/It%2527s%2Ball%2Btrue%2Bwelles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667559157431189618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyE-_g5feKU/Tqc4xPP77mI/AAAAAAAAEGw/UV8JGdcbIm4/s1600/Othello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UyE-_g5feKU/Tqc4xPP77mI/AAAAAAAAEGw/UV8JGdcbIm4/s400/Othello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667561074627178082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7Ttoc4fVoM/TqczTuigU2I/AAAAAAAAEF0/QBdxzsoLegs/s1600/septimo%2Bsello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7Ttoc4fVoM/TqczTuigU2I/AAAAAAAAEF0/QBdxzsoLegs/s400/septimo%2Bsello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667555070072345442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5zQ42gxY_U/TqczM2prqSI/AAAAAAAAEFc/JbYQnhsSSHY/s1600/l%2527ange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5zQ42gxY_U/TqczM2prqSI/AAAAAAAAEFc/JbYQnhsSSHY/s400/l%2527ange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667554951990847778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QQi4n-57Wo/Tqcza2A9DgI/AAAAAAAAEGA/QZ-OiWFh8Wc/s1600/Stork%252C%2Btim%2Bburstall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--QQi4n-57Wo/Tqcza2A9DgI/AAAAAAAAEGA/QZ-OiWFh8Wc/s400/Stork%252C%2Btim%2Bburstall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667555192338189826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiwtOoKv-Zk/TqczfacByKI/AAAAAAAAEGM/uLUkK1YNM6o/s1600/Veredas%2BJoao%2Bcesar%2Bmonteiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tiwtOoKv-Zk/TqczfacByKI/AAAAAAAAEGM/uLUkK1YNM6o/s400/Veredas%2BJoao%2Bcesar%2Bmonteiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667555270834899106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AwGB4_606M/TqcyiYNzmWI/AAAAAAAAEFE/2vfFBq_UvUo/s1600/the%2Bwhale%2Brider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AwGB4_606M/TqcyiYNzmWI/AAAAAAAAEFE/2vfFBq_UvUo/s400/the%2Bwhale%2Brider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667554222266358114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odTteDNmcGA/TqczIkAmhgI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/CkT_iGidQsU/s1600/Andrei%2BKravchuk%2B-%2BAdmiral%2B%25282008%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-odTteDNmcGA/TqczIkAmhgI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/CkT_iGidQsU/s400/Andrei%2BKravchuk%2B-%2BAdmiral%2B%25282008%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667554878267229698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's All True. Orson Welles, 1942.&lt;br /&gt;*Othello. Orson Welles, 1952.&lt;br /&gt;*Det sjunde inseglet. Ingmar Bergman, 1956.&lt;br /&gt;*Stork. Tim Burstall, 1971.&lt;br /&gt;*Veredas. João César Monteiro, 1977.&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*L'ange. &lt;span class="st"&gt;Patrick Bokanowski, 1983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whale Rider. &lt;span class="st"&gt;Niki Caro, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Admiral. Andrey Kravchuk, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-817770604409573851?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/817770604409573851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/jaenada-tiene-su-punto-pero-sobreactua.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/817770604409573851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/817770604409573851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/jaenada-tiene-su-punto-pero-sobreactua.html' title='Jaenada tiene su punto pero sobreactua un poco, ¿no?'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-spF20sifVwM/Tqc3BpIywHI/AAAAAAAAEGk/nLe_qvDleAU/s72-c/It%2527s%2Ball%2Btrue%2Bwelles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3366984994326402760</id><published>2011-10-23T19:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:10:10.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Propensión a lo anárquico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7BCZl4Tu84/TqRX-4hoT9I/AAAAAAAAEEs/quf5tq9MEOM/s1600/in%2Bsilence%2B2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 531px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7BCZl4Tu84/TqRX-4hoT9I/AAAAAAAAEEs/quf5tq9MEOM/s400/in%2Bsilence%2B2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666750968975871954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hAm2nsXiJA/TqRVXG4SAlI/AAAAAAAAEEg/3jyS6Og3n7s/s1600/chiharu05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8hAm2nsXiJA/TqRVXG4SAlI/AAAAAAAAEEg/3jyS6Og3n7s/s400/chiharu05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666748086610952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6RRfjDXwik/TqRVSw4SqpI/AAAAAAAAEEU/pzHlYL5yXqY/s1600/cs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6RRfjDXwik/TqRVSw4SqpI/AAAAAAAAEEU/pzHlYL5yXqY/s400/cs4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666748011985939090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In Silence. Chiharu Shiota, 2008-2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3366984994326402760?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3366984994326402760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/propension-lo-anarquico.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3366984994326402760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3366984994326402760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/propension-lo-anarquico.html' title='Propensión a lo anárquico'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q7BCZl4Tu84/TqRX-4hoT9I/AAAAAAAAEEs/quf5tq9MEOM/s72-c/in%2Bsilence%2B2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8125953629646153824</id><published>2011-10-18T21:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:57:42.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Planteamientos que derogan la lógica habitual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKm-2m84864/Tp3ZyfaUalI/AAAAAAAAED8/3CPVnhZSgZc/s1600/Samantha%2BJones%2Bothejones%2Bgatefold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 407px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKm-2m84864/Tp3ZyfaUalI/AAAAAAAAED8/3CPVnhZSgZc/s400/Samantha%2BJones%2Bothejones%2Bgatefold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664923367750527570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F25844011%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-kg8yS&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F25844011%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-kg8yS&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;Samantha Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;*I'll Never Fall In Love Again&lt;/span&gt;. Samantha Jones, 1970.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/ytedirequieneres"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8125953629646153824?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8125953629646153824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/planteamientos-que-derogan-la-logica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8125953629646153824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8125953629646153824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/planteamientos-que-derogan-la-logica.html' title='Planteamientos que derogan la lógica habitual'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKm-2m84864/Tp3ZyfaUalI/AAAAAAAAED8/3CPVnhZSgZc/s72-c/Samantha%2BJones%2Bothejones%2Bgatefold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3528610422712359644</id><published>2011-10-16T22:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:54:09.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajo música ingrávida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmjvN-kGokk/TptC7PTzPcI/AAAAAAAAEDw/1oDimA8qahk/s1600/Russell%2BMoreton%252C%2BSpatial%2BPractices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmjvN-kGokk/TptC7PTzPcI/AAAAAAAAEDw/1oDimA8qahk/s400/Russell%2BMoreton%252C%2BSpatial%2BPractices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664194541837827522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi4uCr2VstY/TptCyGghscI/AAAAAAAAEDk/FwSYv2515c8/s1600/russell%2Bmoreton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi4uCr2VstY/TptCyGghscI/AAAAAAAAEDk/FwSYv2515c8/s400/russell%2Bmoreton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664194384856461762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Laboratory. Canterbury 2009. Russell Moreton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3528610422712359644?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3528610422712359644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/bajo-musica-ingravida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3528610422712359644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3528610422712359644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/bajo-musica-ingravida.html' title='Bajo música ingrávida'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmjvN-kGokk/TptC7PTzPcI/AAAAAAAAEDw/1oDimA8qahk/s72-c/Russell%2BMoreton%252C%2BSpatial%2BPractices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4180177906330203207</id><published>2011-10-14T19:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T19:57:19.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ofrendas eufóricas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt704vOSV_c/Tph1bzyr4FI/AAAAAAAAEDY/BLXlXCIHsuQ/s1600/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt704vOSV_c/Tph1bzyr4FI/AAAAAAAAEDY/BLXlXCIHsuQ/s400/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663405652038115410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NE1vQyxjIaU/Tph0zWXlwFI/AAAAAAAAEDM/Jyl-rKVjF8k/s1600/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NE1vQyxjIaU/Tph0zWXlwFI/AAAAAAAAEDM/Jyl-rKVjF8k/s400/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663404956945072210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a70eY1z18CY/Tph0cYlf4gI/AAAAAAAAEDA/SzmxyjhmwH4/s1600/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a70eY1z18CY/Tph0cYlf4gI/AAAAAAAAEDA/SzmxyjhmwH4/s400/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663404562403287554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Indication-SUNPLAZA. Motoda Hisaharu, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;*Revelation-Ameyoko Ⅰ. Motoda Hisaharu, 2004.&lt;br /&gt;*Indication-Ginza Chuo Dori. Motoda Hisaharu, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4180177906330203207?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4180177906330203207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/ofrendas-euforicas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4180177906330203207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4180177906330203207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/ofrendas-euforicas.html' title='Ofrendas eufóricas'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt704vOSV_c/Tph1bzyr4FI/AAAAAAAAEDY/BLXlXCIHsuQ/s72-c/Motoda%2BHisaharu%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1699755163675719224</id><published>2011-10-11T17:23:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:11:05.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soluciones al problema anterior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MIUm0l5brE/TpRiS-5_nII/AAAAAAAAECk/fSQbUu0GFgY/s1600/The%2Bconfidential%2BClerk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MIUm0l5brE/TpRiS-5_nII/AAAAAAAAECk/fSQbUu0GFgY/s400/The%2Bconfidential%2BClerk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662258709774965890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「COLBY&lt;br /&gt;Only the other day, I invited you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;To go to see that American musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBY&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd heard you say you wanted to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;But not with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBY&lt;br /&gt;You made that very clear.&lt;br /&gt;But why not with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't like them—&lt;br /&gt;American musicals. Do you think it's any compliment&lt;br /&gt;To invite a woman to something she would like&lt;br /&gt;When she knows you wouldn't like it? That's not a compliment:&lt;br /&gt;That's just being . . . patronising. But if you invite me&lt;br /&gt;To something you like—that is a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;It shows you want to educate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBY&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;That you wanted to be educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;Neither did I.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted you to want to educate me;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm beginning to believe that I want it.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「COLBY&lt;br /&gt;Pero si el otro día te invité…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;A ver un musical norteamericano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBY&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, había oido que te apetecía ir a verlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;¡Sí, pero no contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBY&lt;br /&gt;Lo dejaste muy claro.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ¿por qué conmigo no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;Porque a ti no te gustan&lt;br /&gt;esos musicales norteamericanos. ¿Te parece un halago&lt;br /&gt;invitar a una mujer a algo que le gusta&lt;br /&gt;cuando sabe que a ti no te gusta? Eso no es ningún halago.&lt;br /&gt;Es adoptar un aire... protector. En cambio, si me invitas&lt;br /&gt;a algo que a ti te gusta… eso sí es un halago,&lt;br /&gt;con ello muestras que quieres educarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLBY&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo no sabía&lt;br /&gt;que quisieras ser educada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCASTA&lt;br /&gt;Ni yo tampoco. Lo que quería&lt;br /&gt;era que tú quisieras educarme.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora empiezo a pensar que sí lo quiero.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Confidential Clerk. Al Hirschfeld, 1954.&lt;br /&gt;*The Confidential Clerk. T. S. Eliot, 1954. [Trad. ugdm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1699755163675719224?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1699755163675719224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/soluciones-al-problema-anterior.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1699755163675719224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1699755163675719224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/soluciones-al-problema-anterior.html' title='Soluciones al problema anterior'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9MIUm0l5brE/TpRiS-5_nII/AAAAAAAAECk/fSQbUu0GFgY/s72-c/The%2Bconfidential%2BClerk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8626396834387938069</id><published>2011-10-07T20:05:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:35:09.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Del lado animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hHH20fO7xM/To9HV1lb7bI/AAAAAAAAECc/9Ill04i7GjI/s1600/Humus%2Braul%2BBrandao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 540px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hHH20fO7xM/To9HV1lb7bI/AAAAAAAAECc/9Ill04i7GjI/s400/Humus%2Braul%2BBrandao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660821697114926514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Vi não sei onde, num jardim abandonado —inverno e folhas secas— entre buxos do tamanho de árvores, estátuas de granito a que o tempo corroera as feições. Puíra-as e a expressão não era grotesca mas dolorosa. Sentia-se um esforço enorme para se arrancarem à pedra. Na realidade isto é como Pompeia um vasto sepulcro: aqui se enterraram todos nossos sonhos… Sob estas capas de vulgaridade há talvez sonho e dor que a ninharia e o hábito não deixam vir à superfície. Afigura-se-me que estes seres estão encerrados num invólucro de pedra: talvez queiram falar, talvez não possam falar.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「He visto no sé dónde, en un jardín abandonado —invierno y hojas secas— entre arbustos del tamaño de árboles, estatuas de granito a las que el tiempo ha corroído las facciones. Las ha pulido y la expresión no resulta grotesca pero sí dolorosa. En realidad esto es como Pompeya, un vasto sepulcro: aquí se entierran todos nuestros sueños… Bajo estas capas de vulgaridad tal vez haya sueño y dolor a los que la frivolidad y la costumbre impiden subir a la superficie. Se diría que estos seres están atrapados en un envoltorio de piedra: tal vez quieran hablar, tal vez no puedan hablar.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Oh, palavras não, porque tudo está vivo: o assombro, o esplendor, o êxtase, | o crime. | Noite caiada como uma mancha vermelha | de pólo a pólo, catástrofes | boreais, estrelas no caos, terrores | eléctricos. | — Ouves o grito dos mortos? ||  Também eu atravessei o inferno. | Chegava | a ouvir o contacto das aranhas devorando-se | no fundo. O meu horrível pensamento só a custo | continha o tumulto dos mortos. | Há dias em que o céu e o inferno esperam | e desesperam.Velhos lojistas |  olham para si próprios com terror. | Uma coisa desconforme | levanta-se | e deita-se | conosco. | — São outros mortos ainda.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Oh, palabras no, porque todo está vivo: | el asombro, el esplendor, el éxtasis, | el crimen. | Noche encalada con una mancha roja | de polo a polo, catástrofes | boreales, estrellas en el caos, terrores | eléctricos. | —¿Oyes el grito de los muertos? || Yo también he cruzado el infierno. | Alcanzaba | a oír el contacto de arañas devorándose | en el fondo. Mi horrible pensamiento sólo a duras penas | contenía el tumulto de los muertos. | Hay días en que el cielo y el infierno esperan | y desesperan. Viejos tenderos | se miran a sí mismos con terror. | Algo desproporcionado | se levanta | y se acuesta | con nosotros. | — Son otros muertos.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Húmus. Raúl Brandão, 1917. [Trad. ugdm]&lt;br /&gt;*Húmus. Herberto Helder, 1966.  [Trad. ugdm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8626396834387938069?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8626396834387938069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/del-lado-animal.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8626396834387938069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8626396834387938069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/del-lado-animal.html' title='Del lado animal'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hHH20fO7xM/To9HV1lb7bI/AAAAAAAAECc/9Ill04i7GjI/s72-c/Humus%2Braul%2BBrandao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3951363323958788715</id><published>2011-10-03T02:27:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:44:30.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te vuelves la mascota de ese tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1pJLcQLOrE/TokET65BBsI/AAAAAAAAECU/ym1xLObmnWU/s1600/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1pJLcQLOrE/TokET65BBsI/AAAAAAAAECU/ym1xLObmnWU/s400/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659059147040163522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR49WI2Ie68/TokDZyRm7BI/AAAAAAAAECM/WlAiDWe6chU/s1600/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR49WI2Ie68/TokDZyRm7BI/AAAAAAAAECM/WlAiDWe6chU/s400/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659058148294978578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAaBUF4CzLg/TokDU1O4dWI/AAAAAAAAECE/TNXOGAVOqd8/s1600/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAaBUF4CzLg/TokDU1O4dWI/AAAAAAAAECE/TNXOGAVOqd8/s400/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25284%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659058063189505378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7AW2TpkJzs/TokDK1eH5TI/AAAAAAAAEB8/iYnj2wrubg4/s1600/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c7AW2TpkJzs/TokDK1eH5TI/AAAAAAAAEB8/iYnj2wrubg4/s400/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659057891454739762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0aTNS1BfsM/TokDDvuxfRI/AAAAAAAAEB0/vLvOO69Hasc/s1600/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25285%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0aTNS1BfsM/TokDDvuxfRI/AAAAAAAAEB0/vLvOO69Hasc/s400/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25285%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659057769654877458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24662559%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-UJbcm&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24662559%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-UJbcm&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/ungeniodelmonton"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Janis Joplin. Monterrey Pop Festival 1967. Janis, Howard Alk, 1974.&lt;br /&gt;*Janis Joplin. Calgary, Canadá, 1970.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3951363323958788715?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3951363323958788715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-vuelves-la-mascota-de-ese-tiempo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3951363323958788715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3951363323958788715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-vuelves-la-mascota-de-ese-tiempo.html' title='Te vuelves la mascota de ese tiempo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1pJLcQLOrE/TokET65BBsI/AAAAAAAAECU/ym1xLObmnWU/s72-c/Janis%2BJoplin%2B%252C%2BMonterrey%2BPop%2BFestival%2B67%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-9154969541802295254</id><published>2011-10-01T20:45:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:34:30.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El mito cegador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnrfbqTTpto/TodlXbMKc_I/AAAAAAAAEBs/V9eSogMqWkQ/s1600/Walter%2BBenjamin%2B%2526%2BBertol%2BBrecht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 641px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnrfbqTTpto/TodlXbMKc_I/AAAAAAAAEBs/V9eSogMqWkQ/s400/Walter%2BBenjamin%2B%2526%2BBertol%2BBrecht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658602909924488178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Dem Schwatzer scheint das Genie &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;die Ausflucht vor Grosse&lt;/span&gt;. Kunst ist das beste Mittel gegen Unsal. Das &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Gespräch&lt;/span&gt; des Genius ist aber Gebet. Im Sprechen fallen die Worte von ihm nieder wie Mantel. Die Worte des Genius machen nackt, und sind &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;Hüllen&lt;/span&gt;, in die der Lauschende sich gekleidet fuhlt. Wer lauscht ist die Vergangenheit des &lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;grossen Sprechers&lt;/span&gt;,  sein Gegenstand und seine tote Kraft. Der sprechende Genius ist stiller  als der Lauschende, wie der Betende stiller ist als Gott.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Para el parlanchín el genio no es más que una simple huida ante la grandeza. El arte es el mejor remedio contra la nadería. Sin embargo, la conversación del genio es una oración: al hablar sus palabras se desploman como capas, desnudan y son, a la vez, envolturas con las que el oyente se siente revestido. Quien escucha es el pasado del gran hablador, su objetivo y su ánimo muerto. El genio que habla es más taciturno que el que escucha, igual que quien reza es más silencioso que Dios.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Metaphysik der Jugend. Walter Benjamin, 1912.&lt;br /&gt;*Walter Bernjamin y Bertol Brecht. Svendborg, Dinamarca, 1934.&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/5226465182139015213-9154969541802295254?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/9154969541802295254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-mito-cegador.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/9154969541802295254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/9154969541802295254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-mito-cegador.html' title='El mito cegador'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnrfbqTTpto/TodlXbMKc_I/AAAAAAAAEBs/V9eSogMqWkQ/s72-c/Walter%2BBenjamin%2B%2526%2BBertol%2BBrecht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-691225740614006544</id><published>2011-09-30T03:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T04:09:48.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Abran paso al hombre imposible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaeMMwORwes/ToUilYFVm7I/AAAAAAAAEA0/f8Z4iyFHmT8/s1600/Robert-Longo%252C%2BBODYHAMMERS%2BAND%2BDEATH%2BSTAR%252C%2B1993%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 618px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaeMMwORwes/ToUilYFVm7I/AAAAAAAAEA0/f8Z4iyFHmT8/s400/Robert-Longo%252C%2BBODYHAMMERS%2BAND%2BDEATH%2BSTAR%252C%2B1993%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657966532376239026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14270894&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14270894&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Body Hammers and Death Star. Robert Longo, 1993.&lt;br /&gt;*Thousand Ways. The Tallest Man on Earth,  2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-691225740614006544?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/691225740614006544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/09/abran-paso-al-hombre-imposible.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/691225740614006544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/691225740614006544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/09/abran-paso-al-hombre-imposible.html' title='Abran paso al hombre imposible'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eaeMMwORwes/ToUilYFVm7I/AAAAAAAAEA0/f8Z4iyFHmT8/s72-c/Robert-Longo%252C%2BBODYHAMMERS%2BAND%2BDEATH%2BSTAR%252C%2B1993%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5369091166319607566</id><published>2011-08-20T22:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:20:21.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xElBzxubPe0/TlAlC_37zDI/AAAAAAAAEAs/ZcF39hBCnNs/s1600/fin%2Bblog%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xElBzxubPe0/TlAlC_37zDI/AAAAAAAAEAs/ZcF39hBCnNs/s400/fin%2Bblog%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643051066531236914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-5369091166319607566?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5369091166319607566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5369091166319607566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5369091166319607566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xElBzxubPe0/TlAlC_37zDI/AAAAAAAAEAs/ZcF39hBCnNs/s72-c/fin%2Bblog%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3776695013865533999</id><published>2011-08-15T01:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T01:49:53.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Una vaca en llamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkGS9_gT3PM/TkhbpsAGKOI/AAAAAAAAEAc/rdW2Tw0Z1Bw/s1600/Camilo_Jose_Cela_esposa_Marina_Castano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkGS9_gT3PM/TkhbpsAGKOI/AAAAAAAAEAc/rdW2Tw0Z1Bw/s400/Camilo_Jose_Cela_esposa_Marina_Castano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640859305025874146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「El político persigue el poder y, a sus propósitos, no suele pararse en barras ni tampoco sentir escrúpulos excesivos. El fiscal de la cosa pública, aunque se disfrace de político y llegue a creer en su disfraz, es un ético, un hombre que antepone la norma al fin y el procedimiento al resultado. El ético carece de afán de aventura y no aspira a la prebenda ni, en su más insobornable y mantenida actitud, tampoco al poder porque sabe que, tarde o temprano, el poder corrompe. Los políticos dicen que el poder desgasta, lo que no sé si es un eufemismo o la confesión de un miedo: el de ser descabalgados. La primera muestra de talento que un hombre pueda dar es la de conocer sus propias limitaciones: el suponer que todos podemos servir lo mismo para un roto que para un descosido no pasa de ser una ingenua falacia aventurera. La historia suele vengarse de los políticos olvidándolos; me refiero, claro es, a la historia que viven y padecen los pueblos aun a contrapelo de su voluntad, y no a la historia que se escribe en los libros y con propósitos, con frecuencia, más justificadores que aclaratorios. Esta segunda suerte de historia, quiero decir aquello a lo que oficialmente suele llamarse historia, encuentra la venganza ―aun sin buscarla― en la deformación de dos entidades que no debieran deformarse: el personaje y el suceso. De nada vale suplir la báscula por la lente: aquélla pesa lo que es cierto, al paso que esta otra puede mostrarnos la mentira vestida con el ropaje de la verdad. Los políticos suelen pensar lo contrario de lo que aquí se dice y conformarse con la fantasmagórica apariencia. Lo malo es que no nos trae consuelo alguno el pensar que es peor para ellos, porque no es verdad: es peor para todos, a excepción de ellos.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*El afán de aventura. Camilo José Cela, 1981.&lt;br /&gt;*Marina Castaño, Camilo José Cela. 1989.&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/5226465182139015213-3776695013865533999?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3776695013865533999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/una-vaca-en-llamas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3776695013865533999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3776695013865533999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/una-vaca-en-llamas.html' title='Una vaca en llamas'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JkGS9_gT3PM/TkhbpsAGKOI/AAAAAAAAEAc/rdW2Tw0Z1Bw/s72-c/Camilo_Jose_Cela_esposa_Marina_Castano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7217596029612136890</id><published>2011-08-08T21:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:28:09.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estatuillas de cuerno negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2emN9T79jA/TkA3x1OjlPI/AAAAAAAAEAU/EE9MIAqKUqQ/s1600/L%2527Eclisse3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2emN9T79jA/TkA3x1OjlPI/AAAAAAAAEAU/EE9MIAqKUqQ/s400/L%2527Eclisse3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638568062709110002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yN5CMxHcnCQ/TkA3A4zhnxI/AAAAAAAAEAE/baC5oh4JV5Q/s1600/la%2Bciudad%2Bed%2Blos%2Bsignos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yN5CMxHcnCQ/TkA3A4zhnxI/AAAAAAAAEAE/baC5oh4JV5Q/s400/la%2Bciudad%2Bed%2Blos%2Bsignos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638567221855887122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QpGd79e7rM/TkA25nb59WI/AAAAAAAAD_8/CtmpFMRIAcA/s1600/L%2527Eclisse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0QpGd79e7rM/TkA25nb59WI/AAAAAAAAD_8/CtmpFMRIAcA/s400/L%2527Eclisse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638567096934331746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxCeR7ESUus/TkA2znwrrSI/AAAAAAAAD_0/rcqoq1YauUY/s1600/La%2Bciudad%2Bde%2Blos%2Bsignos%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxCeR7ESUus/TkA2znwrrSI/AAAAAAAAD_0/rcqoq1YauUY/s400/La%2Bciudad%2Bde%2Blos%2Bsignos%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638566993942261026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*L'eclisse. Michelangelo Antonioni, 1962.&lt;br /&gt;*La ciudad de los signos. Samuel Alarcón, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-7217596029612136890?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/7217596029612136890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/estatuillas-de-cuerno-negro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7217596029612136890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7217596029612136890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/estatuillas-de-cuerno-negro.html' title='Estatuillas de cuerno negro'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h2emN9T79jA/TkA3x1OjlPI/AAAAAAAAEAU/EE9MIAqKUqQ/s72-c/L%2527Eclisse3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8423704501352685539</id><published>2011-08-05T18:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:41:32.399+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Erótica perruna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8PLWbGd8hg/Tjwcsa_85FI/AAAAAAAAD_k/0szQmSD12fE/s1600/Finnish%2BPavilion%2Bby%2BAlvar%2BAalto%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8PLWbGd8hg/Tjwcsa_85FI/AAAAAAAAD_k/0szQmSD12fE/s400/Finnish%2BPavilion%2Bby%2BAlvar%2BAalto%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637412383048393810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdlvRYjHhZM/TjwcjRMXzNI/AAAAAAAAD_c/eBDXZHTghdU/s1600/Finnish%2BPavilion%2Bby%2BAlvar%2BAalto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UdlvRYjHhZM/TjwcjRMXzNI/AAAAAAAAD_c/eBDXZHTghdU/s400/Finnish%2BPavilion%2Bby%2BAlvar%2BAalto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637412225797311698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Finnish Pavilion. Alvar Aalto, 1939.&lt;br /&gt;*Finnish Pavilion. Ezra Stoller, 1939.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8423704501352685539?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8423704501352685539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/erotica-perruna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8423704501352685539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8423704501352685539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/erotica-perruna.html' title='Erótica perruna'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8PLWbGd8hg/Tjwcsa_85FI/AAAAAAAAD_k/0szQmSD12fE/s72-c/Finnish%2BPavilion%2Bby%2BAlvar%2BAalto%2B5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2712318431547735478</id><published>2011-08-05T15:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:46:48.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallatex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxPoHSpHU7k/Tjvub0bP6RI/AAAAAAAAD_U/nRJ8NuAUc8c/s1600/kevin%2Bayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxPoHSpHU7k/Tjvub0bP6RI/AAAAAAAAD_U/nRJ8NuAUc8c/s400/kevin%2Bayers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637361520281118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F1564435&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F1564435&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kevin Ayers.&lt;br /&gt;*Song for Insane Times. Kevin Ayers, 1969.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2712318431547735478?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2712318431547735478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/mallatex.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2712318431547735478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2712318431547735478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/mallatex.html' title='Mallatex'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DxPoHSpHU7k/Tjvub0bP6RI/AAAAAAAAD_U/nRJ8NuAUc8c/s72-c/kevin%2Bayers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5953204845499403423</id><published>2011-08-05T00:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:24:10.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagos trastornos espirituales</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camarlengo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. m. Título de dignidad en la casa real de Aragón, semejante al de camarero en Castilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Diccionario de la lengua española. Vigésima Segunda Edición.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-5953204845499403423?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5953204845499403423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/vagos-trastornos-espirituales.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5953204845499403423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5953204845499403423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/vagos-trastornos-espirituales.html' title='Vagos trastornos espirituales'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1768792260672624330</id><published>2011-08-02T17:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:02:22.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Materia prima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBqHMCz4leY/TjggCF9CYOI/AAAAAAAAD_M/Lk78aAOKF_Q/s1600/2227052-stealers-wheel-star--what-more-could-you-want.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 411px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBqHMCz4leY/TjggCF9CYOI/AAAAAAAAD_M/Lk78aAOKF_Q/s400/2227052-stealers-wheel-star--what-more-could-you-want.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636290153984188642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18083934&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18083934&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Star. Stealers Wheel, 1974.&lt;br /&gt;*Stuck in the Middle with You. Stealers Wheel, 1972.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1768792260672624330?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1768792260672624330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/materia-prima.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1768792260672624330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1768792260672624330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/materia-prima.html' title='Materia prima'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OBqHMCz4leY/TjggCF9CYOI/AAAAAAAAD_M/Lk78aAOKF_Q/s72-c/2227052-stealers-wheel-star--what-more-could-you-want.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2046930222104063898</id><published>2011-08-01T20:10:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T20:33:14.842+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Volver de la gente a la gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbd4-RN7EWY/Tjbtd4EWaWI/AAAAAAAAD_E/4QW_nZEGaQs/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbd4-RN7EWY/Tjbtd4EWaWI/AAAAAAAAD_E/4QW_nZEGaQs/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635953081223375202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7Vj35Cc0UA/TjbtZLfTUeI/AAAAAAAAD-8/-UAkvFaOH18/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7Vj35Cc0UA/TjbtZLfTUeI/AAAAAAAAD-8/-UAkvFaOH18/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635953000537346530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5srfjLJ5Pmw/TjbtTNOOBUI/AAAAAAAAD-0/tM69Ixj1kYk/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5srfjLJ5Pmw/TjbtTNOOBUI/AAAAAAAAD-0/tM69Ixj1kYk/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635952897923351874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wgVDX8BRPDs/TjbtImfXOOI/AAAAAAAAD-s/zI2zNiTBJ7E/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wgVDX8BRPDs/TjbtImfXOOI/AAAAAAAAD-s/zI2zNiTBJ7E/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635952715727583458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6y7EOn_wdM/Tjbs-jhlYII/AAAAAAAAD-k/1A4aYoEJDR8/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6y7EOn_wdM/Tjbs-jhlYII/AAAAAAAAD-k/1A4aYoEJDR8/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635952543132901506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5-mUGPigok/Tjbs34HxESI/AAAAAAAAD-c/MD2a5alcdSk/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x5-mUGPigok/Tjbs34HxESI/AAAAAAAAD-c/MD2a5alcdSk/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635952428402676002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXF__B2MlHk/TjbsxawSVrI/AAAAAAAAD-U/aNVdDRofXFk/s1600/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXF__B2MlHk/TjbsxawSVrI/AAAAAAAAD-U/aNVdDRofXFk/s400/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635952317440349874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「P. ¿Vende luz, aire?&lt;br /&gt;R. No tengo problemas para vender cielo azul y aire de colores. Trafico con ello. Siempre pensé que se podía atesorar la luz, como se puede hacer con la plata y el oro. Nuestra piel lo hace de alguna manera, es parte de su alimento. También tiene provecho psicológico o emocional y por eso a veces mi trabajo suele ser muy emocional. Y tiene atributos espirituales. Al mismo tiempo, creo que para alcanzar ese tipo de situaciones hay que dejar de lado el mundo de los sentidos. Y mi trabajo tiene que ver mucho con la activación de los sentidos. Utilizo la luz material como un medio para aumentar la percepción.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*James Turrell Passageways. Carine Asscher, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;*Entrevista a James Turrell. Fietta Jarque. El País, 2009.&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/5226465182139015213-2046930222104063898?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2046930222104063898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/volver-de-la-gente-la-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2046930222104063898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2046930222104063898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/08/volver-de-la-gente-la-gente.html' title='Volver de la gente a la gente'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbd4-RN7EWY/Tjbtd4EWaWI/AAAAAAAAD_E/4QW_nZEGaQs/s72-c/Passageways.%2BJames%2BTurrell8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8818087817524583984</id><published>2011-07-27T15:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:23:05.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estipendio y caución</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qoBkkFTO-Xc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meu lim&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ão, meu limoeiro. Wilson Simonal, 1966-67.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8818087817524583984?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8818087817524583984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/estipendio-y-caucion_27.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8818087817524583984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8818087817524583984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/estipendio-y-caucion_27.html' title='Estipendio y caución'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qoBkkFTO-Xc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4436664243011740303</id><published>2011-07-19T22:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:31:19.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'>En negro musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLNFCT4H9kE/TiXnME-b6II/AAAAAAAAD90/Y9RD4BDJr2Y/s1600/Saaly%2Bmann-photo2-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLNFCT4H9kE/TiXnME-b6II/AAAAAAAAD90/Y9RD4BDJr2Y/s400/Saaly%2Bmann-photo2-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631161103776737410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp1UL81UPNw/TiXnF6oWfRI/AAAAAAAAD9s/-qUWH_KQJcA/s1600/american%2Bsoldiers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fp1UL81UPNw/TiXnF6oWfRI/AAAAAAAAD9s/-qUWH_KQJcA/s400/american%2Bsoldiers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631160997920537874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Swamp Bones. Sally Mann, 1996.&lt;br /&gt;*Three US 23rd Infantry soldiers of the 2nd Div. 01.01.1918&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4436664243011740303?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4436664243011740303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/en-negro-musical.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4436664243011740303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4436664243011740303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/en-negro-musical.html' title='En negro musical'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DLNFCT4H9kE/TiXnME-b6II/AAAAAAAAD90/Y9RD4BDJr2Y/s72-c/Saaly%2Bmann-photo2-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7206770177975096517</id><published>2011-07-18T13:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:52:13.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El derroche es un barrio de profetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p49NJTBMNTk/TiQdCwzob9I/AAAAAAAAD9k/8FGJar_ns-Y/s1600/The%2BZombis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 418px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p49NJTBMNTk/TiQdCwzob9I/AAAAAAAAD9k/8FGJar_ns-Y/s400/The%2BZombis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630657367418367954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F5047407&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F5047407&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/rudolph-nosentwat"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Zombis.&lt;br /&gt;*I Don't Want To Know. The Zombis, 1965.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-7206770177975096517?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/7206770177975096517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-derroche-es-un-barrio-de-profetas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7206770177975096517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7206770177975096517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-derroche-es-un-barrio-de-profetas.html' title='El derroche es un barrio de profetas'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p49NJTBMNTk/TiQdCwzob9I/AAAAAAAAD9k/8FGJar_ns-Y/s72-c/The%2BZombis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7939848355664574345</id><published>2011-07-17T17:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:04:09.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Percusión y fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pua9xh5kcpc/TiMHOJ7NXNI/AAAAAAAAD9c/tjNPF9SFfO0/s1600/jard%25C3%25ADn%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pua9xh5kcpc/TiMHOJ7NXNI/AAAAAAAAD9c/tjNPF9SFfO0/s400/jard%25C3%25ADn%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630351898907073746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HUsQrcoxMA/TiMHGueoYJI/AAAAAAAAD9U/mAhS9QkxeRg/s1600/jardin%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HUsQrcoxMA/TiMHGueoYJI/AAAAAAAAD9U/mAhS9QkxeRg/s400/jardin%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630351771280367762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWBDb35xDJk/TiMG9e5uWAI/AAAAAAAAD9M/_IOP0M9YAvc/s1600/jardin%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWBDb35xDJk/TiMG9e5uWAI/AAAAAAAAD9M/_IOP0M9YAvc/s400/jardin%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630351612480215042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn-MgAJ7GQ/TiMG2ozpChI/AAAAAAAAD9E/aHXMNXSiAME/s1600/jard%25C3%25ADn%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZn-MgAJ7GQ/TiMG2ozpChI/AAAAAAAAD9E/aHXMNXSiAME/s400/jard%25C3%25ADn%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630351494879971858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jardín de las delicias. Óleo sobre tabla  [panel derecho]. El Bosco, 1500-10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-7939848355664574345?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/7939848355664574345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/jardin-de-las-delicias.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7939848355664574345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/7939848355664574345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/jardin-de-las-delicias.html' title='Percusión y fuga'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pua9xh5kcpc/TiMHOJ7NXNI/AAAAAAAAD9c/tjNPF9SFfO0/s72-c/jard%25C3%25ADn%2Bde%2Blas%2Bdelicias%2Bbosco%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3565471010283660066</id><published>2011-07-17T16:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:27:22.792+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin carta astral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJLp9zj3Q3A/TiLxBosH1uI/AAAAAAAAD88/uDZCqQmMYDk/s1600/Valla%2Brevolucionaria%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJLp9zj3Q3A/TiLxBosH1uI/AAAAAAAAD88/uDZCqQmMYDk/s400/Valla%2Brevolucionaria%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630327494571185890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gxT0EFW8TY/TiLw8U7rzkI/AAAAAAAAD80/Jq4O9D_axec/s1600/Valla%2Brevolucionaria%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6gxT0EFW8TY/TiLw8U7rzkI/AAAAAAAAD80/Jq4O9D_axec/s400/Valla%2Brevolucionaria%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630327403368402498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3565471010283660066?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3565471010283660066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/sin-carta-astral.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3565471010283660066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3565471010283660066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/sin-carta-astral.html' title='Sin carta astral'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mJLp9zj3Q3A/TiLxBosH1uI/AAAAAAAAD88/uDZCqQmMYDk/s72-c/Valla%2Brevolucionaria%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1798939490309975654</id><published>2011-07-15T19:42:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T18:44:58.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La anécdota inmune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVzBFXjvASo/TiCHElEOnJI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/xVu21-NEV9A/s1600/zabriskie-point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 513px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVzBFXjvASo/TiCHElEOnJI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/xVu21-NEV9A/s400/zabriskie-point.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629648046952193170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Tu e le tue fissazioni! mi vien voglia | di rinfacciarti le mie piaghe, | quelle sì cancrenose, immedicabili... | Ma no, sbaglio. Non io, tu sei l'erede |  d'una sacra penuria, | te e i tuoi da sempre ha saccheggiato il cielo. | C'è più tristezza nel tuo lutto | per un gioco perduto, per una bambola squartata | che nel mio per il novero dei morti | che colleziono da una vita. | E' più giusta, ha più stoffa la tua pena. | E intanto non riesco a consolarti, |  mio affannato, tremante, altero amore! | Non rispondi, mi guardi | come, ma sì, come un nemico di classe | se cerco di distrarti, | se ti ricatto con la tenerezza... | Ma credimi, tesoro, che non voglio rubartelo | l'osso del tuo dolore. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「¡Tú y tus obsesiones! Me dan ganas | de reprocharte mis heridas, | éstas sí gangrenosas, incurables… | Pero no, me equivoco. No yo, tú eres el heredero | de una escasez sagrada, | tú y los tuyos siempre saqueando el cielo. | Hay más tristeza en tu luto | por un juego perdido, por una muñeca descuartizada | que en el mío por la lista de muertos | que colecciono desde siempre. | Es más justo, más natural tu dolor. ¡Y entretanto no consigo consolarte, | mi cansado, tembloroso, altivo amor! | No respondes, me miras | como, pero sí, como un enemigo de clase | si intento distraerte, | si te chantajeo con la ternura… | Pero créeme, tesoro, que no quiero robártelo... | el hueso de tu dolor.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F19104577&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F19104577&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Films and filming, 1970.&lt;br /&gt;*Dolore. Giovanni Raboni  [Voz: Vittorio Gassman. Trad. ugdm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1798939490309975654?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1798939490309975654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-anecdota-inmune.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1798939490309975654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1798939490309975654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-anecdota-inmune.html' title='La anécdota inmune'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVzBFXjvASo/TiCHElEOnJI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/xVu21-NEV9A/s72-c/zabriskie-point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8603883003871791107</id><published>2011-07-12T03:37:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T19:57:46.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leche y ganas de cantar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQCAghn8MbY/ThulonE5QtI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/5pbVZzYfBbk/s1600/GallagherInside.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQCAghn8MbY/ThulonE5QtI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/5pbVZzYfBbk/s400/GallagherInside.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628274276432429778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「So now it's your turn, | little mother of silences, little | father of half-belief. Take up | this face, these daily rounds | with a cabbage under each arm | convincing the multitudes | that a well-made-anything | could save them. Take up | most of all, these hands | trained to an ornate piano | in a house on the other side | of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying here | without music, without | applause. I'm not going | to wait up for you. Take | your time. Take mine | too. Get into some trouble | I'll have to account for. Walk | into some bars alone | with a slit in your skirt. Let | the men follow you on the street | with their clumsy propositions, their | loud hatreds of this and that. Keep | walking. Keep your head | up. They are calling to you--slut, mother, | virgin, whore, daughter, adultress, lover, | mistress, bitch, wife, cunt, harlot, | betrothed, Jezebel, Messalina, Diana, | Bethsheba, Rebecca, Lucretia, Mary, | Magdelena, Ruth, you - Niobe, | woman of the tombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop for anything, not | a caress or a promise. Go  | to the temple of the poets, not | the one like a run-down country club, | but the one on fire | with so much it wants | to be done with. Say all the last words | and the first: hello, goodbye, yes, | I, no, please, always, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone from the country club | asks if you write poems, say | your name is Lizzie Borden. | Show him your axe, the one | they gave you with a silver | blade, your name engraved there | like a whisper of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone calls you a witch, | burn for him; if anyone calls you | less or more than you are | let him burn for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a dangerous mission. You | could die out there. You | could live forever.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Así que ahora es tu turno, | pequeña madre de silencios, pequeño | padre de media fe. Toma | esta cara, los paseos diarios | con una col bajo cada brazo | persuadiendo a las multitudes | de que cualquier-cosa-bien-hecha |  puede salvarlos. Toma, | sobre todo, estas manos | entrenadas en el piano historiado | de una casa al otro lado | del país.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a quedarme aquí | sin música, sin | aplausos. No voy | a esperarte. Tómate | tu tiempo. Toma el mío | también. Métete en problemas |  que yo deba justificar. Entra | sola en bares | con una raja en la falda. Deja | que los hombres te sigan por la calle | con sus proposiciones torpes, sus  ruidosas opiniones sobre esto y aquello. Sigue | caminando. Mantén la cabeza | alta. Ellos te llaman - guarra, madre, | virgen, zorra, hija, adúltera, amante, | querida, puta, esposa, coño, ramera, | prometida,  Jezabel, Mesalina, Diana, | Betsabé, Rebeca, Lucrecia, María, | Magdalena, Ruth, tú - Níobe, | mujer de las tumbas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nada te detenga, | ni una caricia ni una promesa. Ve |  al templo de los poetas, no | uno de esos clubes de campo venidos a menos |  sino el que arde | con todo aquello de lo que quiere | deshacerse. Di las últimas palabras | y las primeras: hola, adiós, sí, | yo, no, por favor, siempre, nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si alguien del club de campo | pregunta si escribes poemas, dile | que tu nombre es Lizzie Borden. | Enséñale tu hacha de hoja de plata, la que | te dieron con tu nombre grabado | como un susurro de ellos mismos.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si alguno te llama bruja, | incéndiate para él; si alguno te juzga | en menos o más  de lo que eres | deja que se incendie por ti.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La misión es peligrosa. Podrías | morir ahí afuera. Podrías | vivir para siempre.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Instructions to the Double. Tess Gallagher, 1976. [Trad. ugdm]&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/5226465182139015213-8603883003871791107?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8603883003871791107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/leche-y-ganas-de-cantar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8603883003871791107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8603883003871791107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/leche-y-ganas-de-cantar.html' title='Leche y ganas de cantar'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQCAghn8MbY/ThulonE5QtI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/5pbVZzYfBbk/s72-c/GallagherInside.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2348015600927446151</id><published>2011-07-12T00:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:46:12.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin filtro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmmciJeIEI4/Tht8TGybONI/AAAAAAAAD8I/66pX-LGSV7k/s1600/clic%2Bmilo%2Bmanara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmmciJeIEI4/Tht8TGybONI/AAAAAAAAD8I/66pX-LGSV7k/s400/clic%2Bmilo%2Bmanara2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628228827011037394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpamILNtNzo/Tht8OiIG5rI/AAAAAAAAD8A/F_4idWV5NyE/s1600/le%2Bdeclic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fpamILNtNzo/Tht8OiIG5rI/AAAAAAAAD8A/F_4idWV5NyE/s400/le%2Bdeclic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628228748450391730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBS78GAe8DI/Tht8BA0mTwI/AAAAAAAAD74/0UzfVcYyMqA/s1600/clic%2Bmilo%2Bmanara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 493px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MBS78GAe8DI/Tht8BA0mTwI/AAAAAAAAD74/0UzfVcYyMqA/s400/clic%2Bmilo%2Bmanara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628228516171894530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EbJ5BH1GIcY/Tht7x93Z-xI/AAAAAAAAD7w/jet0LgJA1fI/s1600/le%2Bclic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EbJ5BH1GIcY/Tht7x93Z-xI/AAAAAAAAD7w/jet0LgJA1fI/s400/le%2Bclic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628228257680325394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Click!. Milo Manara, 1983.&lt;br /&gt;*Le Déclic.  Jean-Louis Richard, 1985.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2348015600927446151?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2348015600927446151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/sin-filtro_12.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2348015600927446151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2348015600927446151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/sin-filtro_12.html' title='Sin filtro'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LmmciJeIEI4/Tht8TGybONI/AAAAAAAAD8I/66pX-LGSV7k/s72-c/clic%2Bmilo%2Bmanara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5808525070957737806</id><published>2011-07-10T23:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T23:26:30.759+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tectónico y envolvente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kk395GzUkxQ/ThoXp83-5TI/AAAAAAAAD7o/yiVCy-MnEsI/s1600/Andy%2BWarhol%2Bwith%2BThe%2BVelvet%2BUnderground%2Band%2BNico%252C%2BThe%2BCastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kk395GzUkxQ/ThoXp83-5TI/AAAAAAAAD7o/yiVCy-MnEsI/s400/Andy%2BWarhol%2Bwith%2BThe%2BVelvet%2BUnderground%2Band%2BNico%252C%2BThe%2BCastle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627836693835867442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Andy Warhol with The Velvet Underground and Nico. Gerard Joseph Malanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-5808525070957737806?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5808525070957737806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/tectonico-y-envolvente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5808525070957737806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5808525070957737806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/tectonico-y-envolvente.html' title='Tectónico y envolvente'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kk395GzUkxQ/ThoXp83-5TI/AAAAAAAAD7o/yiVCy-MnEsI/s72-c/Andy%2BWarhol%2Bwith%2BThe%2BVelvet%2BUnderground%2Band%2BNico%252C%2BThe%2BCastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5800453941279444577</id><published>2011-07-09T17:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:18:45.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El ojo trágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwireqrh7MU/Thh10dDCstI/AAAAAAAAD7g/N07VNiPZ9IM/s1600/Vladimir%2BNabokov%2Band%2Bhis%2Bwife%2BVera%252C%2B1965.%2BPhotograph-%2BGetty%2BImages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwireqrh7MU/Thh10dDCstI/AAAAAAAAD7g/N07VNiPZ9IM/s400/Vladimir%2BNabokov%2Band%2Bhis%2Bwife%2BVera%252C%2B1965.%2BPhotograph-%2BGetty%2BImages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627377278410470098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18098130&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F18098130&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas. Pecado mío, alma mía. Lo-li-ta: la punta de la lengua emprende un viaje de tres pasos desde el borde del paladar para apoyarse, en el tercero, en el borde de los dientes. Lo.Li.Ta.&lt;br /&gt;Era Lo, sencillamente Lo, por la mañana, un metro cuarenta y ocho de estatura con pies descalzos. Era Lola con pantalones. Era Dolly en la escuela. Era Dolores cuando firmaba. Pero en mis brazos era siempre Lolita.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vladimir y Vera Nabokov. Getty Images, 1965.&lt;br /&gt;*Lolita, Stanley Kubrick, 1962 [Voz: James Mason]&lt;br /&gt;*Lolita. Vladimir Nabokov, 1955.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-5800453941279444577?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5800453941279444577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-ojo-tragico.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5800453941279444577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5800453941279444577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/07/el-ojo-tragico.html' title='El ojo trágico'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwireqrh7MU/Thh10dDCstI/AAAAAAAAD7g/N07VNiPZ9IM/s72-c/Vladimir%2BNabokov%2Band%2Bhis%2Bwife%2BVera%252C%2B1965.%2BPhotograph-%2BGetty%2BImages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2166291518490990178</id><published>2011-06-30T14:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:08:35.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El girasol engaña siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPDWqVLYsnA/TgxzMRikjSI/AAAAAAAAD7I/zs9Hd9QApYM/s1600/Orson%2BWelles%2B%2526%2BJohn%2BHuston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 557px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPDWqVLYsnA/TgxzMRikjSI/AAAAAAAAD7I/zs9Hd9QApYM/s400/Orson%2BWelles%2B%2526%2BJohn%2BHuston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623996689382935842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F17794058&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F17794058&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/cpf22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Orson Welles, John Huston, 1972 [The Other Side of the Wind, imagen de rodaje].&lt;br /&gt;*Defender. Manowar, 1983 [voz: Orson Welles].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2166291518490990178?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2166291518490990178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-girasol-engana-siempre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2166291518490990178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2166291518490990178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-girasol-engana-siempre.html' title='El girasol engaña siempre'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wPDWqVLYsnA/TgxzMRikjSI/AAAAAAAAD7I/zs9Hd9QApYM/s72-c/Orson%2BWelles%2B%2526%2BJohn%2BHuston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3177234071346116400</id><published>2011-06-29T20:11:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:12:27.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Con vosotros, fantasmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-cl82pSGFE/Tgty34jzruI/AAAAAAAAD7A/hqx4-5ffPvg/s1600/ungaretti%2B1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-cl82pSGFE/Tgty34jzruI/AAAAAAAAD7A/hqx4-5ffPvg/s400/ungaretti%2B1968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623714864103141090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Per un Iddio che rida come un bimbo, | Tanti gridi di passeri, |  Tante danze nei rami, || Un'anima si fa senza più peso, | I prati hanno una tale tenerezza, | Tale pudore negli occhi rivive, | Le mani come foglie | S'incantano nell'aria... ||Chi teme più, chi giudica?」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Por un Dios que ría como un niño, | tantos gritos de pájaros, | tanta danza en las ramas, | un alma se forma sin más peso, | los prados tienen tal ternura, | tal pudor renace en los ojos, || las manos como hojas | se encantan en el aire... || ¿Quién teme aún, quién juzga?」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="26" width="640"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="cachebusting"&gt;&lt;param value="#000000" name="bgcolor"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf"&gt;&lt;param value="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'06SenzaPiPeso_vbr.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/SenzaPiuPeso/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" name="flashvars"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.2.1.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" cachebusting="true" bgcolor="#000000" quality="high" flashvars="config={'key':'#$aa4baff94a9bdcafce8','playlist':[{'url':'06SenzaPiPeso_vbr.mp3','autoPlay':false}],'clip':{'autoPlay':true,'baseUrl':'http://www.archive.org/download/SenzaPiuPeso/'},'canvas':{'backgroundColor':'#000000','backgroundGradient':'none'},'plugins':{'audio':{'url':'http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.audio-3.2.1-dev.swf'},'controls':{'playlist':false,'fullscreen':false,'height':26,'backgroundColor':'#000000','autoHide':{'fullscreenOnly':true},'scrubberHeightRatio':0.6,'timeFontSize':9,'mute':false,'top':0}},'contextMenu':[{},'-','Flowplayer v3.2.1']}" height="26" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Giuseppe Ungaretti, 1968.&lt;br /&gt;*Senza più peso. Giuseppe Ungaretti, 1934 [voz del autor, trad. ugdm].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3177234071346116400?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3177234071346116400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3177234071346116400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3177234071346116400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='Con vosotros, fantasmas'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-cl82pSGFE/Tgty34jzruI/AAAAAAAAD7A/hqx4-5ffPvg/s72-c/ungaretti%2B1968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4701378169697392509</id><published>2011-06-27T19:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:51:25.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin intesidad al principio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-az2ILuRDJp0/TgjBSAdFDlI/AAAAAAAAD64/ysax-IlPwgY/s1600/Vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 526px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-az2ILuRDJp0/TgjBSAdFDlI/AAAAAAAAD64/ysax-IlPwgY/s400/Vogue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622956649875836498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SagTVdLw2Cw/Tgi-Vwv5Z3I/AAAAAAAAD6g/r8D7mJVRhNM/s1600/Day%2BDream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 505px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SagTVdLw2Cw/Tgi-Vwv5Z3I/AAAAAAAAD6g/r8D7mJVRhNM/s400/Day%2BDream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622953415844390770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJShivKgJDY/Tgi-lSw00aI/AAAAAAAAD6w/kGbbDsXfruk/s1600/The%2BMask%252C%2BFrank%2BStefanko%252C%2B1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 507px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJShivKgJDY/Tgi-lSw00aI/AAAAAAAAD6w/kGbbDsXfruk/s400/The%2BMask%252C%2BFrank%2BStefanko%252C%2B1973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622953682673127842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14850738&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14850738&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; 「How long ago was man promised?| never again. no not again.| no death by water. || yet how many questions arise like yeast.| like the perfect dead:||was the red sea really?| does man rule the river?| did she/he drown? |was it natural causes? | was it sorrow? || How many tears on your pillow. |crocodile or real. water shed. | brian jones drowned. face down. in a child's | pool of water, youth fountain. || Jim Morrison. our leather lamb. he feared | the bathroom. he warned us. hyacinth house. |how did he know. how did christ know. no | doubt about it. a marked man is always the | first to know. he died in a bath tub. slumped | over like Marat. the only clue was the red | rash over his heart. || someone said there were last words. water | poured from his eyes. he was truly immaculate | yet surprised. outside it was raining. storm | clouds. danger waters. the tub was overflowing. | he looked up. then he cried out: | "but you promised”.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vogue. Frank Stefanko, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;*Daydream. Frank Stefanko, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;*The Mask. Frank Stefanko, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;*Death by Water. Patti Smith, 1971.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4701378169697392509?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4701378169697392509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/sin-intesidad-al-principio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4701378169697392509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4701378169697392509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/sin-intesidad-al-principio.html' title='Sin intesidad al principio'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-az2ILuRDJp0/TgjBSAdFDlI/AAAAAAAAD64/ysax-IlPwgY/s72-c/Vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1707852360934369241</id><published>2011-06-26T20:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:54:18.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi día bisiesto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcF7hj_sTXI/Tgd_4lJDT5I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/EohyhrMoI-o/s1600/No%2BMore%2BRain-Soaked%2BCigarettes%2521%2B%2528Moden%2BMechanics%252C%2BAug%252C%2B1931%2529%2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 540px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcF7hj_sTXI/Tgd_4lJDT5I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/EohyhrMoI-o/s400/No%2BMore%2BRain-Soaked%2BCigarettes%2521%2B%2528Moden%2BMechanics%252C%2BAug%252C%2B1931%2529%2B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622603269814833042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No More Rain-Soaked Cigarettes! Modern Mechanics, 1931&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1707852360934369241?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1707852360934369241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/mi-dia-bisiesto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1707852360934369241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1707852360934369241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/mi-dia-bisiesto.html' title='Mi día bisiesto'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HcF7hj_sTXI/Tgd_4lJDT5I/AAAAAAAAD6Y/EohyhrMoI-o/s72-c/No%2BMore%2BRain-Soaked%2BCigarettes%2521%2B%2528Moden%2BMechanics%252C%2BAug%252C%2B1931%2529%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-10671717023660976</id><published>2011-06-25T05:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T05:45:28.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventajas argumentales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pVVaN9QqTk/TgVXI7kJf1I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Wo9c8qdqndQ/s1600/Zelig%2BHitler%252C%2BWoody%2BAllen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pVVaN9QqTk/TgVXI7kJf1I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Wo9c8qdqndQ/s400/Zelig%2BHitler%252C%2BWoody%2BAllen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621995520781811538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgG37Erw6tI/TgVXCLuMrMI/AAAAAAAAD6I/uUyB6mJqLXg/s1600/Zelig%2BHitler%252C%2BWoody%2BAllen%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kgG37Erw6tI/TgVXCLuMrMI/AAAAAAAAD6I/uUyB6mJqLXg/s400/Zelig%2BHitler%252C%2BWoody%2BAllen%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621995404859845826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XjFod4-RXI/TgVW5TMN2xI/AAAAAAAAD6A/wuKC1ixOLEI/s1600/sonata%2Bfor%2Bhitler%252C%2BSokurov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5XjFod4-RXI/TgVW5TMN2xI/AAAAAAAAD6A/wuKC1ixOLEI/s400/sonata%2Bfor%2Bhitler%252C%2BSokurov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621995252245977874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_STaEzDZ4E/TgVWj73CcXI/AAAAAAAAD54/4FJhHjKnzKg/s1600/Sonata%2Bfor%2BHitler%252C%2BSokurov%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_STaEzDZ4E/TgVWj73CcXI/AAAAAAAAD54/4FJhHjKnzKg/s400/Sonata%2Bfor%2BHitler%252C%2BSokurov%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621994885205881202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISMGLByt_TI/TgVWfosILXI/AAAAAAAAD5w/83qJfrLH9nc/s1600/sonata%2Bfor%2BHitler%252C%2BSokurov%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ISMGLByt_TI/TgVWfosILXI/AAAAAAAAD5w/83qJfrLH9nc/s400/sonata%2Bfor%2BHitler%252C%2BSokurov%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621994811340369266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zelig. Woody Allen, 1983.&lt;br /&gt;*Соната для Гитлера. Александр Николаевич Сокуров, 1979. [Sonata para Hitler | Alexandr Nikoláyevich Sokúrov ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-10671717023660976?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/10671717023660976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/ventajas-argumentales.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/10671717023660976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/10671717023660976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/ventajas-argumentales.html' title='Ventajas argumentales'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pVVaN9QqTk/TgVXI7kJf1I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Wo9c8qdqndQ/s72-c/Zelig%2BHitler%252C%2BWoody%2BAllen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5675480864978560993</id><published>2011-06-22T01:01:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T01:57:42.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuerda, rechaza, permanece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1sSpEuGD4/TgEviX9KYCI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/nABLEBOlGNw/s1600/idiot%2Bkurosawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1sSpEuGD4/TgEviX9KYCI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/nABLEBOlGNw/s400/idiot%2Bkurosawa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826077527695394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2d8LfRowig/TgEve_Ria6I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/NQZP9adCXjg/s1600/idiot%2Bkurosawa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2d8LfRowig/TgEve_Ria6I/AAAAAAAAD5Q/NQZP9adCXjg/s400/idiot%2Bkurosawa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620826019362663330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vL7mhnCO7Kg/TgEva1DQzoI/AAAAAAAAD5I/Ebfa9CW7l8M/s1600/idiot%2Bkurosawa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vL7mhnCO7Kg/TgEva1DQzoI/AAAAAAAAD5I/Ebfa9CW7l8M/s400/idiot%2Bkurosawa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620825947898957442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Убивать за убийство несоразмерно большее наказание чем самое преступление. Убийство по приговору несоразмерно ужаснее, чем убийство разбойничье. Тот, кого убивают разбойники, режут ночью, в лесу или как-нибудь, непременно еще надеется, что спасется, до самого последнего мгновения. Примеры бывали, что уж горло перерезано, а он еще надеется, или бежит, или просит. А тут, всю эту последнюю надежду, с которою умирать в десять раз легче, отнимают наверно; тут приговор, и в том, что наверно не избегнешь, вся ужасная-то мука и сидит, и сильнее этой муки нет на свете. Приведите и поставьте солдата против самой пушки на сражении и стреляйте в него, он еще всё будет надеяться, но прочтите этому самому солдату приговор наверно, и он с ума сойдет или заплачет. Кто сказал, что человеческая природа в состоянии вынести это без сумасшествия? Зачем такое ругательство, безобразное, ненужное, напрасное? Может быть, и есть такой человек, которому прочли приговор, дали помучиться, а потом сказали: «ступай, тебя прощают». Вот эдакой человек, может быть, мог бы рассказать. Об этой муке и об этом ужасе и Христос говорил.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Matar a un asesino por su asesinato es un castigo incomparablemente mayor que el crimen mismo. La muerte por condena es infinitamente más terrible que la muerte a manos de un asesino. Aquel a quien unos bandidos quitan la vida, apuñalándoie por la noche, en pleno bosque o como sea; hasta el último instante, sin duda, mantiene la esperanza de salvarse. Ha habido casos de personas a las que les habían cortado la garganta y aún tenían esperanzas de huir o pedían clemencia. En la otra circunstancia, en cambio, esta última esperanza con la cual morir resulta diez veces más fácil, la arrebatan con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certeza&lt;/span&gt;; hay una sentencia dictada, y el convencimiento de que su cumplimiento es ineludible radica todo el espantoso tormento, y no hay otro que le supere en todo el mundo. Conduzca a una soldado al combate y colóquelo ante un cañón que ha de disparar contra él; aun en este caso el soldado tendrá la esperanza de salir con vida; pero léale una sentencia que se ejecutará con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certeza,&lt;/span&gt; y el soldado se volverá loco o se pondrá a llorar. ¿Quién ha dicho que la naturaleza humana es capaz de soportar semejante tortura sin que la razón se perturbe? ¿Para qué semejante escarnio, tan horrible e inútil? Quizá  exista algún hombre al que le hayan leído semejante sentencia, le hayan torturado cierto tiempo y luego le hayan dicho: "Ea, te perdonan." Un hombre así quizá podría contarlo. De esa tortura y ese horror habló también Cristo.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*黒澤明. 白痴, 1951.  [El idiota | Akira Kurosawa]&lt;br /&gt;*Идиот. Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский, 1868. [El idiota | Fiódor Dostoyevski]&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/5226465182139015213-5675480864978560993?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5675480864978560993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/recuerda-rechaza-permanece.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5675480864978560993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5675480864978560993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/recuerda-rechaza-permanece.html' title='Recuerda, rechaza, permanece'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gm1sSpEuGD4/TgEviX9KYCI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/nABLEBOlGNw/s72-c/idiot%2Bkurosawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1244233684591918920</id><published>2011-06-21T20:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:05:23.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que da fuerza y da igual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCqqmSvvgj0/TgDobqEX28I/AAAAAAAAD5A/enMX9aufa2A/s1600/Anita%2BPallenberg%2By%2BGram%2BParsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCqqmSvvgj0/TgDobqEX28I/AAAAAAAAD5A/enMX9aufa2A/s400/Anita%2BPallenberg%2By%2BGram%2BParsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620747896805120962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F17582636&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F17582636&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anita Pallenberg, Gram Parsons.&lt;br /&gt;*I Just Can't Take It Anymore. Gram Parsons, 1965-66.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1244233684591918920?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1244233684591918920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/lo-que-da-fuerza-y-da-igual.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1244233684591918920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1244233684591918920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/lo-que-da-fuerza-y-da-igual.html' title='Lo que da fuerza y da igual'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tCqqmSvvgj0/TgDobqEX28I/AAAAAAAAD5A/enMX9aufa2A/s72-c/Anita%2BPallenberg%2By%2BGram%2BParsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4449268666951492306</id><published>2011-06-12T16:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:28:03.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diablos tutelares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZISIjcoG6co/TfTHmgj1tFI/AAAAAAAAD44/cZ4gUvuqgvU/s1600/WILGEFORTIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 408px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZISIjcoG6co/TfTHmgj1tFI/AAAAAAAAD44/cZ4gUvuqgvU/s400/WILGEFORTIS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617334099627062354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「There is a saint for just about every human situation, and I was on the track of a curious specimen whose intercession was sought by girls who wanted to get rid of disagreeable suitors. Her home ground, so to speak, was Portugal and she was reputed to have been the daughter of a Portuguese king, himself a pagan, who had betrothed her to the king of Sicily; but she was a Cristian and made a vow of virginity, and when she prayed for assistance in keeping it, she miraculously grew a heavy beard; the Sicilian king refused to have her, and her angry father caused her to be crucified. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Prácticamente existe un santo para todas y cada una de las situaciones, y yo andaba tras la pista de un curioso espécimen cuya intercesión pedían las jóvenes que querían librarse de pretendientes desagradables. Se trataba de una santa cuyo hogar original, por así decirlo, era Portugal, y que al parecer había sido hija de un rey portugués, por lo demás pagano, que había otorgado su mano al rey de Sicilia. Sin embargo, ella era cristiana y había hecho voto de castidad, y cuando rezó para pedir ayuda, desarrolló milagrosamente una barba. El rey siciliano se negó a casarse con ella, y el enfadado padre de la joven ordenó que la crucificaran.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saint Wilgefortis depilatory cream. Sian Kellaway.&lt;br /&gt;*Fifth Bussiness. Robertson Davies, 1970. [Trad. Natalia Cervera]&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/5226465182139015213-4449268666951492306?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4449268666951492306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/diablos-tutelares.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4449268666951492306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4449268666951492306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/diablos-tutelares.html' title='Diablos tutelares'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZISIjcoG6co/TfTHmgj1tFI/AAAAAAAAD44/cZ4gUvuqgvU/s72-c/WILGEFORTIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5856547334302438169</id><published>2011-06-10T14:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:20:18.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prosa documental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s37LM0TDN4c/TfILsrXm67I/AAAAAAAAD4w/UK-4v7EF-dI/s1600/Biblioteca%2BFruela%2Bgranada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 391px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s37LM0TDN4c/TfILsrXm67I/AAAAAAAAD4w/UK-4v7EF-dI/s400/Biblioteca%2BFruela%2Bgranada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616564547468323762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Paint me, then, a room seventeen feet by twelve, and not more than seven and a half feet high. This, reader, is somewhat ambitiously styled, in my family, the drawing-room; but being contrived "a double debt to pay," it is also, and more justly, termed the library; for it happens that books are the only article of property in which I am richer than my neighbors. Of these I have about five thousand, collected gradually since my eighteenth year. Therefore, painter, put as many as you can into this room. Make it populous with books; and, furthermore, paint me a good fire; and furniture plain and modest, befitting the unpretending cottage of a scholar.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Pínteme entonces una habitación de diecisiete pies por doce y no más de siete pies y medio de alto. En mi familia, lector, esto se llama ambiciosamente el salón, pero como está adaptado para matar "dos pájaros de un tiro" se llama también, con más propiedad, la biblioteca, puesto que los libros son los únicos bienes en que soy más rico que mis vecinos. Tengo unos cinco mil, que he ido coleccionando gradualmente desde los dieciocho años. Así pues, pintor, pon en la habitación todos lasque puedas. Hazla populosa de libros; píntame también una buena chimenea y muebles sencillos y modestos, cual conviene a la sobria vivienda de un hombre estudioso.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Biblioteca provisional de Fruela Fernández en Granada.&lt;br /&gt;*Confessions of an English opium-eater. Thomas De Quincey, 1821 [Trad. Daniela Gutiérrez].&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/5226465182139015213-5856547334302438169?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5856547334302438169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/prosa-documental.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5856547334302438169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5856547334302438169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/prosa-documental.html' title='Prosa documental'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s37LM0TDN4c/TfILsrXm67I/AAAAAAAAD4w/UK-4v7EF-dI/s72-c/Biblioteca%2BFruela%2Bgranada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2772041888436878686</id><published>2011-06-08T23:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:32:29.581+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los sueños nos envuelven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTzbyufxLP4/Te_pHOFXlTI/AAAAAAAAD4o/itcwG1c-TzA/s1600/stevie%2Bwonder%2Byoung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 578px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTzbyufxLP4/Te_pHOFXlTI/AAAAAAAAD4o/itcwG1c-TzA/s400/stevie%2Bwonder%2Byoung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615963570603267378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hakPpNZY4xg/Te_o3GTQTRI/AAAAAAAAD4g/I5TnZgIhzWc/s1600/zappa68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hakPpNZY4xg/Te_o3GTQTRI/AAAAAAAAD4g/I5TnZgIhzWc/s400/zappa68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615963293636119826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stevie Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;*Frank Zappa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2772041888436878686?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2772041888436878686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/los-suenos-nos-envuelven.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2772041888436878686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2772041888436878686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/los-suenos-nos-envuelven.html' title='Los sueños nos envuelven'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTzbyufxLP4/Te_pHOFXlTI/AAAAAAAAD4o/itcwG1c-TzA/s72-c/stevie%2Bwonder%2Byoung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5636067851060027741</id><published>2011-06-06T01:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:15:35.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa poética acelerada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYCDWnoahg0/TewLs-uQZTI/AAAAAAAAD4I/TvSJv1Mt3iQ/s1600/meshes%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bafternoon%252C%2B1943%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 352px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xzv4NX1Ri8/TewN4rKLEaI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/ONJsK3dzxvU/s400/At%2Bland%252C%2BMaya%2BDeren%252C%2B1944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614878102733394338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meshes of the Afternoon. Maya Deren, 1943.&lt;br /&gt;*At Land. Maya Deren, 1944.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-5636067851060027741?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5636067851060027741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/masa-poetica-acelerada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5636067851060027741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5636067851060027741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/masa-poetica-acelerada.html' title='Masa poética acelerada'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYCDWnoahg0/TewLs-uQZTI/AAAAAAAAD4I/TvSJv1Mt3iQ/s72-c/meshes%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bafternoon%252C%2B1943%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8649416131618490478</id><published>2011-06-02T18:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T18:55:47.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Humor de desollado vivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILjZA-6ZKr4/Tee_5V0CSWI/AAAAAAAAD3s/FNAKNkBW8o0/s1600/Furioso%252C%2Ba%2Bmagazine%2Bof%2Bverse.%2BPound%252C%2BEzra%252C%2B1885-1972%2BEzra%2BPound%2BPapers%2B1868-1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 559px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILjZA-6ZKr4/Tee_5V0CSWI/AAAAAAAAD3s/FNAKNkBW8o0/s400/Furioso%252C%2Ba%2Bmagazine%2Bof%2Bverse.%2BPound%252C%2BEzra%252C%2B1885-1972%2BEzra%2BPound%2BPapers%2B1868-1976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613666452369459554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「He could get through whole days without saying a word. I have seen him sit in an agony of silence in a restaurant, the waiter standing with courteous patience while Olga Rudge, Pound's charming companion, cajoled and pleaded, trying one argument after another, to little avail. The alternative to not saying that he wanted was to go without lunch while the rest of us ate. The agony deepened, and with it the silence. It was like a saint breaking a vow when he sagged and gave in. "Gnocchi", he said.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Podían transcurrir días enteros sin que [Ezra Pound] dijera una sola palabra. Una vez lo vi sumido en una agonía silenciosa en un restaurante, un camarero esperaba con paciente cortesía mientras Olga Rudge, la encantadora compañera de Pound, porfiaba con mimos e insistía, probando un argumento tras otro con poca fortuna. Como no decía lo que quería ordenar, se optó por dejarlo en paz y que el resto de nosotros comiera. Cuando por fin cedió, fue como ver a un santo rompiendo un voto. «Gnocchi», dijo.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Furioso, a magazine of verse. 1941.&lt;br /&gt;*The Geography of the Imagination. Guy Davenport, 1981.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8649416131618490478?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8649416131618490478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/humor-de-desollado-vivo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8649416131618490478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8649416131618490478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/humor-de-desollado-vivo.html' title='Humor de desollado vivo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILjZA-6ZKr4/Tee_5V0CSWI/AAAAAAAAD3s/FNAKNkBW8o0/s72-c/Furioso%252C%2Ba%2Bmagazine%2Bof%2Bverse.%2BPound%252C%2BEzra%252C%2B1885-1972%2BEzra%2BPound%2BPapers%2B1868-1976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-7440612653081684323</id><published>2011-06-02T16:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T16:28:29.695+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos días, democracia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTuZVa96liE/TeedoT7p3NI/AAAAAAAAD3c/VbkCjSY1PxQ/s1600/buenos%2Bdias%2Bdemocracia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 401px; height: 545px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqx5IagMFws/TeZRKI_RGGI/AAAAAAAAD3E/ypwQk_6rrRc/s400/los%2Brojos%2Bnoi%2Busaban%2Bsombrero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613263220217288802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kabKtEcRo6c/TeZSHjaRVcI/AAAAAAAAD3M/uzTB_54C618/s1600/Manuel%2BAzana%2Bsale%2Bresidencia%2BNiceto%2BAlcala%2BZamora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kabKtEcRo6c/TeZSHjaRVcI/AAAAAAAAD3M/uzTB_54C618/s400/Manuel%2BAzana%2Bsale%2Bresidencia%2BNiceto%2BAlcala%2BZamora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613264275281892802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Manuel Azaña sale de la residencia de Niceto Alcalá Zamora. Santos Yubero. 17.02.1936.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8767595989776811658?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8767595989776811658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-vector-espiritual.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8767595989776811658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8767595989776811658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/06/el-vector-espiritual.html' title='El vector espiritual'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mqx5IagMFws/TeZRKI_RGGI/AAAAAAAAD3E/ypwQk_6rrRc/s72-c/los%2Brojos%2Bnoi%2Busaban%2Bsombrero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-9057531837544172131</id><published>2011-05-29T21:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T21:50:00.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La tradición del lamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8OiqlRnOIs/TeKjC7_11GI/AAAAAAAAD20/c4E5bkZU0N0/s1600/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8OiqlRnOIs/TeKjC7_11GI/AAAAAAAAD20/c4E5bkZU0N0/s400/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612227356517586018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Q4thUyklg/TeKi_UCE9DI/AAAAAAAAD2s/Ce_zH-Axml0/s1600/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c-Q4thUyklg/TeKi_UCE9DI/AAAAAAAAD2s/Ce_zH-Axml0/s400/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612227294249940018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYQ8vB2IbwI/TeKi7PE8E8I/AAAAAAAAD2k/Gpuef_tteNM/s1600/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kYQ8vB2IbwI/TeKi7PE8E8I/AAAAAAAAD2k/Gpuef_tteNM/s400/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612227224200287170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3KtUu3O-rU/TeKi3BpaxNI/AAAAAAAAD2c/j-6-hto5nnY/s1600/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n3KtUu3O-rU/TeKi3BpaxNI/AAAAAAAAD2c/j-6-hto5nnY/s400/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612227151875720402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Unas fotos en la ciudad de Sylvia. José Luis Guerín, 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-9057531837544172131?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/9057531837544172131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-tradicion-del-lamento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/9057531837544172131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/9057531837544172131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-tradicion-del-lamento.html' title='La tradición del lamento'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b8OiqlRnOIs/TeKjC7_11GI/AAAAAAAAD20/c4E5bkZU0N0/s72-c/Unas%2Bfotos%2Ben%2Bla%2Bciudad%2Bde%2BSylvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5698874949613912293</id><published>2011-05-26T23:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:36:35.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El oyente supremo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q0FmgQDr34/Td7HA9pqyEI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QiK1UsjchTc/s1600/Don%2BQuijote%2B1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q0FmgQDr34/Td7HA9pqyEI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QiK1UsjchTc/s400/Don%2BQuijote%2B1957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611141005113477186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnC7CXU8Cgw/Td7G96plfAI/AAAAAAAAD2M/o8hhb80DK_s/s1600/Don%2BQuijote%252C%2B1957%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dnC7CXU8Cgw/Td7G96plfAI/AAAAAAAAD2M/o8hhb80DK_s/s400/Don%2BQuijote%252C%2B1957%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611140952768216066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txPTFIZaNRk/Td7G7HvibgI/AAAAAAAAD2E/YFMErH4kNJA/s1600/Don%2BQuijote%2B1957%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txPTFIZaNRk/Td7G7HvibgI/AAAAAAAAD2E/YFMErH4kNJA/s400/Don%2BQuijote%2B1957%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611140904743235074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Un aimable gentilhomme de campagne invite Don Quichotte dans la demeure où il habite avec son fils, qui est poète. Le fils, plus lucide que son père, reconnaît tout de suite dans l’invité un fou et se plaît à garder ostensiblement ses distances. Puis Don Quichotte convie le jeune homme à lui réciter sa poésie ; empressé, celui-ci obéit et Don Quichotte fait un éloge grandiloquent de son talent ; heureux, flatté, le fils est ébloui par l’intelligence de l’invité et oublie illico sa folie. Qui est donc le plus fou, le fou qui fait l’éloge du lucide ou le lucide qui croit à l’éloge du fou ? Nous sommes entrés dans la sphère d’un autre comique, plus fin et infiniment précieux. Nous ne rions pas parce que quelqu’un est ridiculisé, moqué, ou même humilié, mais parce qu’une réalité, subitement, se découvre dans son ambiguïté, les choses perdent leur signification apparente, les gens se révèlent différents de ce qu’eux-mêmes pensent être. Voilà l’humour (...)」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Un amable hidalgo aldeano invita a Don Quijote a su morada, donde vive con su hijo, que es poeta. El hijo, más lúcido que su padre, percibe enseguida que el invitado está loco y se recrea guardando ostensiblemente cierta distancia. Luego Don Quijote incita al joven a que le recite su poesía; éste se apresura a hacerle caso, y Don Quijote hace un elogio grandilocuente de su talento; feliz, halagado, el hijo queda deslumbrado por la inteligencia del invitado y olvida en el acto su locura. ¿Quién es, pues, el loco? ¿El loco que elogia al lúcido o el lúcido que cree en el elogio del loco? Entramos aquí en el ámbito de otra comicidad, más refinada e infinitamente valiosa. No nos reímos porque alguien queda en ridículo, porque es motivo de burla o es incluso humillado, sino porque se descubre, súbitamente, una realidad en toda su ambigüedad, las cosas pierden su significado aparente, el hombre que está frente a nosotros no es el que cree ser. He aquí el humor (…)」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;*Дон Кихот&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Григорий Михайлович Козинцев&lt;/span&gt;, 1957.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Le Rideau. Essai en sept parties. Milan Kundera, 2005.&lt;/span&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/5226465182139015213-5698874949613912293?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5698874949613912293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-oyente-supremo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5698874949613912293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5698874949613912293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-oyente-supremo.html' title='El oyente supremo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q0FmgQDr34/Td7HA9pqyEI/AAAAAAAAD2U/QiK1UsjchTc/s72-c/Don%2BQuijote%2B1957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-189167668974535192</id><published>2011-05-23T01:05:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T01:18:52.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué tiene que suceder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qKYO3tQ4y4/TdmZfsbZU8I/AAAAAAAAD1c/oFWv_gAYBnk/s1600/Bridget_Riley_a%25C3%25B1os%2B80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qKYO3tQ4y4/TdmZfsbZU8I/AAAAAAAAD1c/oFWv_gAYBnk/s400/Bridget_Riley_a%25C3%25B1os%2B80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683580647723970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xstw7-6fK2g/TdmY0Ms3yYI/AAAAAAAAD1U/W8AgV6aZHjk/s1600/L%2527ange%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xstw7-6fK2g/TdmY0Ms3yYI/AAAAAAAAD1U/W8AgV6aZHjk/s400/L%2527ange%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609682833396713858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bridget Riley. Años 80. [Image © Bridget Riley 2010]&lt;br /&gt;*L'ange. Patrick Bokanowski, 1983.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-189167668974535192?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/189167668974535192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-tiene-que-suceder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/189167668974535192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/189167668974535192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-tiene-que-suceder.html' title='Qué tiene que suceder'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qKYO3tQ4y4/TdmZfsbZU8I/AAAAAAAAD1c/oFWv_gAYBnk/s72-c/Bridget_Riley_a%25C3%25B1os%2B80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2762256684539595623</id><published>2011-05-18T17:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:18:31.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos lagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LQjpAGkLPPM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincrograma nº 2&lt;/span&gt;. [ Les diables. Christophe Ruggia, 2002 | The Drowning Pool. Stuart Rosenberg, 1975 ]. ugdm, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2762256684539595623?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2762256684539595623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/dos-lagos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2762256684539595623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2762256684539595623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/dos-lagos.html' title='Dos lagos'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LQjpAGkLPPM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6050206967244934677</id><published>2011-05-17T02:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:58:58.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo de prosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSqO7Xla_qs?hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSqO7Xla_qs?hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="330" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sincrograma nº 1&lt;/span&gt;. [ La Bella Noiseuse. Jacques Rivette, 1991| Mulholland Drive. David Lynch, 2001 ]. ugdm, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-6050206967244934677?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6050206967244934677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/tiempo-de-prosa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6050206967244934677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6050206967244934677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/tiempo-de-prosa.html' title='Tiempo de prosa'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5703602123987896998</id><published>2011-05-15T18:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T02:14:39.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El reflejo interpretativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnGnfTfkDkg/TdAKHbDvnfI/AAAAAAAAD0M/g7qOSf5DvpE/s1600/cioran-490px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 614px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnGnfTfkDkg/TdAKHbDvnfI/AAAAAAAAD0M/g7qOSf5DvpE/s400/cioran-490px.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606992658715090418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Cine nu presimte ce trebuie sa fie rarefierea aerului intr-o manastire si evacuarea timpului intr-o celula in zadar va incerca vreodata sa inteleaga tentatia singuratatii, a lui Dumnezeu sau a disperarii. Si ma gandesc in special la manastirile spaniole, in care si-au adapostit atatia regi melancoliile si si-au ingrijit nebuniile atatia sfinti.Spania este simbolul desertului nemilos al sufletului, al dezolarii cu parfum divin, al caldurilor maxime ale inimii. Fara ea am atribui mai putina nebunie sfintilor si spectacolul vietii lor ne-ar dezabuza, ca bunatate si fadoare. Meritul Spaniei nu este numai in a fi salvat absurdul in lume,ci si in a fi aratat ca temperatura normala a omului este nebunia. De aceea, nimic mai firesc decat sfintii la acest popor care a suprimat distanta dintre cer si pamant. Daca Dumnezeu ar fi ciclop, Spania i-ar servi de ochi. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Quien no haya presentido lo que significa el enrarecimiento del aire en un convento y la evacuación del tiempo en una celda, intentará en vano comprender la llamada de la soledad, el gusto por la desesperación. Pienso especialmente en los conventos españoles, en los que tantos reyes y santos alojaron su melancolía y su locura. El mérito de España ha consistido no sólo en haber cultivado lo excesivo y lo insensato, sino también en haber demostrado que el vértigo es el clima normal del hombre. Nada más natural que la presencia de los místicos en ese pueblo que ha suprimido la distancia entre el cielo y la tierra. Si Dios fuera un cíclope, España sería su ojo.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*E. M. Cioran.&lt;br /&gt;*Lacrimi si Sfinti. E. M. Cioran, 1986.&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/5226465182139015213-5703602123987896998?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5703602123987896998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-reflejo-interpretativo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5703602123987896998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5703602123987896998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/el-reflejo-interpretativo.html' title='El reflejo interpretativo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnGnfTfkDkg/TdAKHbDvnfI/AAAAAAAAD0M/g7qOSf5DvpE/s72-c/cioran-490px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4875037353420349573</id><published>2011-05-14T03:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:34:57.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La multiplicación interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dssutbTPqtk/Tc3oallzIXI/AAAAAAAADzs/gKhMB2bnP9Y/s1600/happie%2BBig%2BStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dssutbTPqtk/Tc3oallzIXI/AAAAAAAADzs/gKhMB2bnP9Y/s400/happie%2BBig%2BStar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606392654611030386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F3485856&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F3485856&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/paddy-ocakes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Ballad of El Goodo. Big Star, 1972.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4875037353420349573?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4875037353420349573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-multiplicacion-interior.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4875037353420349573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4875037353420349573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-multiplicacion-interior.html' title='La multiplicación interior'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dssutbTPqtk/Tc3oallzIXI/AAAAAAAADzs/gKhMB2bnP9Y/s72-c/happie%2BBig%2BStar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5929081787249506784</id><published>2011-05-09T18:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:48:18.532+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por alegrías (2ª parte)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cEMzqWk5xY/TcgWwiRHSFI/AAAAAAAADzc/krPiWEvq4-4/s1600/nude%2Bnureyev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 408px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cEMzqWk5xY/TcgWwiRHSFI/AAAAAAAADzc/krPiWEvq4-4/s400/nude%2Bnureyev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604754759350700114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rudolf Nureyev.Richard Avedon, 1961.&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/5226465182139015213-5929081787249506784?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5929081787249506784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-alegrias-2-parte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5929081787249506784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5929081787249506784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/por-alegrias-2-parte.html' title='Por alegrías (2ª parte)'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2cEMzqWk5xY/TcgWwiRHSFI/AAAAAAAADzc/krPiWEvq4-4/s72-c/nude%2Bnureyev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2634179694676310332</id><published>2011-05-03T15:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T15:19:20.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Francia para los portugueses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXuClTN26sg/TcAAOtOJfWI/AAAAAAAADzU/7YsDs5TGhGQ/s1600/Harry%2BBoland%252C%2BMichael%2BCollins%252C%2B%25C3%2589amon%2BDe%2BValera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXuClTN26sg/TcAAOtOJfWI/AAAAAAAADzU/7YsDs5TGhGQ/s400/Harry%2BBoland%252C%2BMichael%2BCollins%252C%2B%25C3%2589amon%2BDe%2BValera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602478189106003298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14610038&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F14610038&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/empastre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Harry Boland, Michael Collins, Éamon De Valera, 1922.&lt;br /&gt;*Fast Car. Michael Collins, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2634179694676310332?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2634179694676310332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/francia-para-los-portugueses.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2634179694676310332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2634179694676310332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/francia-para-los-portugueses.html' title='Francia para los portugueses'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXuClTN26sg/TcAAOtOJfWI/AAAAAAAADzU/7YsDs5TGhGQ/s72-c/Harry%2BBoland%252C%2BMichael%2BCollins%252C%2B%25C3%2589amon%2BDe%2BValera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-5919738116949926452</id><published>2011-05-02T03:08:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T03:27:15.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La palabra oficio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2jMg9pWwcM/Tb4EzPN56cI/AAAAAAAADy8/D1ro02OqWD8/s1600/bombetta3%2Bbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2jMg9pWwcM/Tb4EzPN56cI/AAAAAAAADy8/D1ro02OqWD8/s400/bombetta3%2Bbn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601920264800168386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzfOhbz-BJI/Tb4EdGwofyI/AAAAAAAADys/DXUXbZbY_Wk/s1600/bombetta5%2Bbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzfOhbz-BJI/Tb4EdGwofyI/AAAAAAAADys/DXUXbZbY_Wk/s400/bombetta5%2Bbn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601919884572786466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PeOMRSc2Q/Tb4El6G1bPI/AAAAAAAADy0/sV61pBXwMco/s1600/Bombetta%2B4%2Bbn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9PeOMRSc2Q/Tb4El6G1bPI/AAAAAAAADy0/sV61pBXwMco/s400/Bombetta%2B4%2Bbn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601920035795070194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bombetta. ugdm, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-5919738116949926452?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/5919738116949926452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-palabra-oficio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5919738116949926452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/5919738116949926452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/la-palabra-oficio.html' title='La palabra oficio'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2jMg9pWwcM/Tb4EzPN56cI/AAAAAAAADy8/D1ro02OqWD8/s72-c/bombetta3%2Bbn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6302759377550848554</id><published>2011-05-02T01:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:36:13.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un veterano del pánico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpObm3A0yEk/Tb3s9kLvG9I/AAAAAAAADyk/bZkSbIYcBqE/s1600/Disgrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpObm3A0yEk/Tb3s9kLvG9I/AAAAAAAADyk/bZkSbIYcBqE/s400/Disgrace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601894053947841490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmmcagDst94/Tb3s6CsTTFI/AAAAAAAADyc/YYCiuHNX9fI/s1600/Disgrace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmmcagDst94/Tb3s6CsTTFI/AAAAAAAADyc/YYCiuHNX9fI/s400/Disgrace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601893993418017874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「A risk to own anything: a car, a pair of shoes, a packet of cigarettes. Not enough to go around, not enough cars, shoes, cigarettes. Too many people, too few things. What there is must go into circulation, so that everyone can have a chance to be happy for a day. That is the theory; hold to the theory and to the comforts of theory. Not human evil, just a vast circulatory system, to whose workings pity and terror are irrelevant. That is how one must see life in this country: in its schematic aspect. Otherwise one could go mad. Cars, shoes; women too. There must be some niche in the system for women and what happens to them」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Es un riesgo poseer cualquier cosa: un coche, un par de zapatos, un paquete de tabaco. No hay suficiente para todos, no hay suficientes coches, zapatos ni tabaco. Hay demasiada gente, y muy pocas cosas. Lo que existe ha de estar en circulación, de modo que todo el mundo tenga la ocasión de ser feliz al menos un día. Esa es la teoría: aférrate a la teoría, a los consuelos de la teoría. No es una maldad de origen humano, sino un vastísimo sistema circulatorio ante cuyo funcionamiento la piedad y el terror son de todo punto irrelevantes. Así es como hay que considerar la vida en este país: en sus aspectos más esquemáticos. De lo contrario, uno se volvería loco. Coches, zapatos, tabaco; también las mujeres. Ha de haber algún hueco dentro del sistema, un hueco para las mujeres y lo que les sucede.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disgrace. Steve Jacobs, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;*Disgrace. J. M. Coetzee, 1999.&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/5226465182139015213-6302759377550848554?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6302759377550848554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-veterano-del-panico.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6302759377550848554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6302759377550848554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-veterano-del-panico.html' title='Un veterano del pánico'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpObm3A0yEk/Tb3s9kLvG9I/AAAAAAAADyk/bZkSbIYcBqE/s72-c/Disgrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2050606226936018157</id><published>2011-04-28T16:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T17:05:32.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Taumaturgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xgsaa2?theme=none&amp;amp;wmode=transparent" frameborder="0" height="227" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*La visita. Antonio Morales, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/JamesonNotodofilmfest" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-2050606226936018157?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2050606226936018157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/taumaturgo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2050606226936018157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2050606226936018157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/taumaturgo.html' title='Taumaturgo'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6393343449118398329</id><published>2011-04-26T14:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:24:55.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Manzana sin morder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su1vdZdxmVo/Tba1ai0L9PI/AAAAAAAADyE/YEj_50UG1iQ/s1600/Ugo%2BMulas%252C%2BEugenio%2BMontale%252C%2B1970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 525px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su1vdZdxmVo/Tba1ai0L9PI/AAAAAAAADyE/YEj_50UG1iQ/s400/Ugo%2BMulas%252C%2BEugenio%2BMontale%252C%2B1970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599862654308709618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「È troppo evidente che l'ipotetica trasformazione dell'uomo in un altro animale annullerebbe per sempre quel senso antropocentrico della vita che non è soltanto alla base della nostra civiltà ma anche la stanza ultima del nostro modo di essere e di vivere. Qualcuno ha definito la malattia dell'uomo d'oggi appunto come una progressiva perdita del centro. Giusto, ma troppo facile. Deplorare un fatto non è spiegarlo.&lt;br /&gt;L'uomo, l'opera de l'uomo, è una scintilla di energia creativa, e comunque che l'energia non è né spaziale né temporale, la storia non ci dice molto che ci interessi, perché riguarda solo la vita morta. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Es demasiado evidente que la hipotética transformación del hombre en otro animal anularía para siempre ese sentido antropocéntrico de la vida que no es sólo la base de nuestra civilización, sino también la sustancia última de nuestro modo de ser y de vivir. Alguien ha definido la enfermedad del hombre de hoy precisamente como una progresiva pérdida del centro. Justo, pero demasiado fácil. Deplorar el hecho no es explicarlo.&lt;br /&gt;El hombre, la obra del hombre, es una chispa de energía creadora, y como quiera que la energía no es ni espacial ni temporal, la historia no nos dice mucho que nos interese, porque se refiere sólo a la vida muerta.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eugenio Montale. Ugo Mulas, 1970.&lt;br /&gt;*Nel nostro tempo. Eugenio Montale, 1972.&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/5226465182139015213-6393343449118398329?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6393343449118398329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/manzana-sin-morder.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6393343449118398329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6393343449118398329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/manzana-sin-morder.html' title='Manzana sin morder'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Su1vdZdxmVo/Tba1ai0L9PI/AAAAAAAADyE/YEj_50UG1iQ/s72-c/Ugo%2BMulas%252C%2BEugenio%2BMontale%252C%2B1970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-3850978933460412623</id><published>2011-04-23T17:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T17:47:15.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangre actual</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ebjmRbcALog?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/ebjmRbcALog?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dolor de barriga. estou a ler valter hugo mãe aqui. Noa y Mateo, 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-3850978933460412623?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/3850978933460412623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/sangre-actual.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3850978933460412623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/3850978933460412623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/sangre-actual.html' title='Sangre actual'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6903746753905919609</id><published>2011-04-20T14:19:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:56:12.558+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No es asunto vuestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bZ_54zlTEk/Ta7Xz3xTh4I/AAAAAAAADx8/i6rqeM6FhCc/s1600/Ren%25C3%25A9%2BMagritte%2Bby%2BDuane%2BMichals%252C%2B1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bZ_54zlTEk/Ta7Xz3xTh4I/AAAAAAAADx8/i6rqeM6FhCc/s400/Ren%25C3%25A9%2BMagritte%2Bby%2BDuane%2BMichals%252C%2B1965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597648673012156290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwLIXWOaAbA/Ta7XvYlafJI/AAAAAAAADx0/RTpu_UKy_0c/s1600/magritte%2Bby%2Bhenry%2Bwolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 463px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwLIXWOaAbA/Ta7XvYlafJI/AAAAAAAADx0/RTpu_UKy_0c/s400/magritte%2Bby%2Bhenry%2Bwolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597648595921304722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*René Magritte. Duane Michals, 1965.&lt;br /&gt;*Magritte. Henry Wolf. [Photo by AIGA]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-6903746753905919609?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6903746753905919609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-es-asunto-vuestro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6903746753905919609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6903746753905919609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-es-asunto-vuestro.html' title='No es asunto vuestro'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bZ_54zlTEk/Ta7Xz3xTh4I/AAAAAAAADx8/i6rqeM6FhCc/s72-c/Ren%25C3%25A9%2BMagritte%2Bby%2BDuane%2BMichals%252C%2B1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-2960582699639148352</id><published>2011-04-18T19:54:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T20:18:24.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinicia esa convicción</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NjDBBY940s/Tax_qupeHTI/AAAAAAAADxM/nF_Lbecj3rY/s1600/image-work-plensa_self_portrait_as_elias_canetti_i-9167-450-450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 593px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NjDBBY940s/Tax_qupeHTI/AAAAAAAADxM/nF_Lbecj3rY/s400/image-work-plensa_self_portrait_as_elias_canetti_i-9167-450-450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596988808967888178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Ich wandte mich wieder dem Esel zu.&lt;br /&gt;Er hatte sich nicht von der Stelle gerührt, aber es war nicht mehr derselbe Esel. Denn zwischen seinen Hinterbeinen, schräg nach vor, hing ihm plötzlich ein ungeheures Glied herunter. Es war stärker als der Stock, mit dem man ihn nachts zuvor bedroht hatte. In der winzigen Zeitspanne, in der ich mich umgedreht hatte, war eine überwältigende Veränderung bei ihm vorgegangen. Ich weiß nicht, was er gesehen, gehört oder gerochen hatte. Ich weiß nicht, was ihm in den Sinn gekommen war. Aber dieses armselige, alte, schwache Geschöpf, das am Umfallen war und nur noch für störrische Dialoge zu verwenden, das man schlechter behandelte als einen Esel in Marrakesch, dieses Wesen, weniger als nichts, ohne Fleisch, ohne Kraft, ohne rechtes Fell, hatte noch so viel Lust in sich, daß mich der bloße Anblick vom Eindruck seines Elends befreite. Ich denke oft an ihn. Ich sage mir, wie viel von ihm noch da war, als ich nichts mehr sah. Ich wünsche jedem Gepeinigten seine Lust im Elend.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Me volví de nuevo hacia el asno.&lt;br /&gt;No se había movido de su sitio, pero sin embargo no era ya el mismo pollino. De entre sus patas traseras, sesgado, colgaba de pronto un miembro descomunal. Parecía más duro que el garrote con el que se le había amenazado la noche anterior. En el breve intervalo en el que me diera la vuelta, se había operado en él una prodigiosa transformación. No sabía lo que hubiera podido ver, oír u olfatear. Tampoco lo que le habría pasado por su cabeza. Con todo, a esa miserable, vieja y débil criatura, ahora a punto de reventar, aún se la seguía utilizando para diálogos insensatos; se la trataba peor que a un asno de Marrakesh, cuya exigua existencia era menor que nada; sin carnes, sin fuerza, sin pellejo adecuado, aún poseía tanta voluptuosidad en su interior para que su mera estampa me liberase del efecto de su miseria. Pienso con frecuencia en él. Y me repito a mí mismo, cuánto quedaba aún de él cuando yo ya nada veía. Deseo para todo ser atormentado semejante disposición en la desgracia.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Self Portrait as Elias Canetti. Jaume Plensa, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;*Die Stimmen von Marrakesch. Elias Canetti, 1968. [Trad. José Francisco Yvars]&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/5226465182139015213-2960582699639148352?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/2960582699639148352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/reinicia-esa-conviccion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2960582699639148352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/2960582699639148352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/reinicia-esa-conviccion.html' title='Reinicia esa convicción'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2NjDBBY940s/Tax_qupeHTI/AAAAAAAADxM/nF_Lbecj3rY/s72-c/image-work-plensa_self_portrait_as_elias_canetti_i-9167-450-450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-1630368761770323504</id><published>2011-04-15T17:51:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T18:09:52.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Quién dijo por favor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZQvE6hoBsI/Tahq8IPWg4I/AAAAAAAADwk/AvF7hTmBCeU/s1600/OrsonWelles-TheLadyfromShanghai%252C%2B1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZQvE6hoBsI/Tahq8IPWg4I/AAAAAAAADwk/AvF7hTmBCeU/s400/OrsonWelles-TheLadyfromShanghai%252C%2B1947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595840118244410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbXQMz6ADi0/TahtE_-UdtI/AAAAAAAADw8/ryJIq-NBnfQ/s1600/Father%2Bof%2Bthe%2BBride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbXQMz6ADi0/TahtE_-UdtI/AAAAAAAADw8/ryJIq-NBnfQ/s400/Father%2Bof%2Bthe%2BBride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595842469667567314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ii1nymITiyk/Tahq_hU8zXI/AAAAAAAADws/L3anFjJa720/s1600/all%2Babout%2Beve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ii1nymITiyk/Tahq_hU8zXI/AAAAAAAADws/L3anFjJa720/s400/all%2Babout%2Beve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595840176518385010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR29272TYA/TahqySidt7I/AAAAAAAADwU/KHPYmTAs8X4/s1600/The%2BMan%2Bin%2Bthe%2BWhite%2BSuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMR29272TYA/TahqySidt7I/AAAAAAAADwU/KHPYmTAs8X4/s400/The%2BMan%2Bin%2Bthe%2BWhite%2BSuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595839949210236850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myLLSxTzoks/TahrZ6bvUxI/AAAAAAAADw0/S6llcyf7KKI/s1600/L%2527Homme%2BSans%2BT%25C3%25AAte%252C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-myLLSxTzoks/TahrZ6bvUxI/AAAAAAAADw0/S6llcyf7KKI/s400/L%2527Homme%2BSans%2BT%25C3%25AAte%252C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595840629934347026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Lady from Shanghai. Orson Welles, 1947.&lt;br /&gt;*Father of the Bride. Vincente Minnelli, 1950.&lt;br /&gt;*All about Eve. Joseph L. Mankiewicz, 1950.&lt;br /&gt;*The Man in the White Suit. Alexander Mackendrick, 1951.&lt;br /&gt;*L'Homme Sans T&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;te. Juan Diego Solanas, 2003.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-1630368761770323504?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/1630368761770323504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/quien-dijo-por-favor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1630368761770323504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/1630368761770323504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/quien-dijo-por-favor.html' title='¿Quién dijo por favor?'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XZQvE6hoBsI/Tahq8IPWg4I/AAAAAAAADwk/AvF7hTmBCeU/s72-c/OrsonWelles-TheLadyfromShanghai%252C%2B1947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8107215154728051893</id><published>2011-04-14T01:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:50:30.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día en España</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUUnA-KZO7E/TaYyVFWXIpI/AAAAAAAADwM/ICfD2DqSLp0/s1600/Andy%2BWarhol%2Band%2BLou%2BReed%2B1976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUUnA-KZO7E/TaYyVFWXIpI/AAAAAAAADwM/ICfD2DqSLp0/s400/Andy%2BWarhol%2Band%2BLou%2BReed%2B1976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595214924849029778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「Andy it's me, haven't seen you in a while. I wished I talked to you more when you were alive. I thought you were self-assured when you acted shy. Hello it's me. I really miss you, I really miss your mind, I haven't heard ideas like that in such a long, long time. I loved to watch you draw and watch you paint. But when I saw you last I turned away. When Billy Name was sick and locked up in his room you asked me for some speed, I though it was for you. I'm sorry if I doubted your good heart. Things always seem to end before they start. Hello it's me, that was a great gallery show. Your cow wallpaper and your floating silver pillows. I wish I paid more attention when they laughed at you. Hello it's me. "Pop goes pop artist," the headline said, "Is shooting a put-on, is Warhol really dead?" You get less time for stealing a car, I remember thinking as I heard my own record in a bar. They really hated you, now all that's changed. But I have some resentments that can never be unmade. You hit me where it hurt I didn't laugh. Your Diaries are not a worthy epitaph. Oh well now Andy, I guess we've got to go. I wish some way somehow you like this little show. I know this is late in coming but it's the only way I know. Hello it's me, goodnight Andy... Goodbye, Andy.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F13555994&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F13555994&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/empastre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Andy Warhol, Lou Reed, 1976.&lt;br /&gt;*Hello it's me. John Cale &amp;amp; Lou Reed, 1990.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8107215154728051893?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8107215154728051893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-dia-en-espana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8107215154728051893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8107215154728051893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-dia-en-espana.html' title='Un día en España'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AUUnA-KZO7E/TaYyVFWXIpI/AAAAAAAADwM/ICfD2DqSLp0/s72-c/Andy%2BWarhol%2Band%2BLou%2BReed%2B1976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-6675354119122845869</id><published>2011-04-06T18:15:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:34:43.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preferiría un rabo de nube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-Xpb5ZpMtA/TZyUA76DbAI/AAAAAAAADv0/3CjqknwUpro/s1600/Miguel_Unamuno%2Bcopia%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 469px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-Xpb5ZpMtA/TZyUA76DbAI/AAAAAAAADv0/3CjqknwUpro/s400/Miguel_Unamuno%2Bcopia%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592507581089410050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFTUCLrh9Y4/TZyT7FGjZPI/AAAAAAAADvs/553GHiVZ_II/s1600/Miguel_Unamuno%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 452px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFTUCLrh9Y4/TZyT7FGjZPI/AAAAAAAADvs/553GHiVZ_II/s400/Miguel_Unamuno%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592507480478541042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBVHdqfqqDw/TZyT2w4vbkI/AAAAAAAADvk/hA_E7UV6S8Y/s1600/Miguel_Unamuno1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 459px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jBVHdqfqqDw/TZyT2w4vbkI/AAAAAAAADvk/hA_E7UV6S8Y/s400/Miguel_Unamuno1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592507406332423746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="player1066002" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.rtve.es/swf/4.0.15/RTVEPlayerAudio.swf" height="37" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.rtve.es/swf/4.0.15/RTVEPlayerAudio.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="assetID=1066002_es_audios&amp;amp;location=embed"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Miguel de Unamuno.&lt;br /&gt;*Unamuno, a prisión por injuriar a Alfonso XIII. En días como hoy, RNE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-6675354119122845869?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/6675354119122845869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/unamuno-prision-por-injuriar-alfonso.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6675354119122845869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/6675354119122845869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/unamuno-prision-por-injuriar-alfonso.html' title='Preferiría un rabo de nube'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-Xpb5ZpMtA/TZyUA76DbAI/AAAAAAAADv0/3CjqknwUpro/s72-c/Miguel_Unamuno%2Bcopia%2B3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8234936448668146115</id><published>2011-04-06T17:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:45:19.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Óleo de mujer pensando en Marx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Htoawqd3kBU/TZyJF8HwCqI/AAAAAAAADvc/gpbkksqrmao/s1600/Nabokov_working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Htoawqd3kBU/TZyJF8HwCqI/AAAAAAAADvc/gpbkksqrmao/s400/Nabokov_working.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592495572418300578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uahF2BPzLo/TZyI-C1hZgI/AAAAAAAADvU/7AqpH8aD3ss/s1600/carl-mydans%252C%2Bvladimir-nabokov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 532px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_uahF2BPzLo/TZyI-C1hZgI/AAAAAAAADvU/7AqpH8aD3ss/s400/carl-mydans%252C%2Bvladimir-nabokov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592495436781938178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「He felt a dismal interest in noticing the way people gradually stopped inquiring after his wife; how some ceased to visit him; how a few, the staunch borrowers, were surprisingly friendly and hearty; how the Bohemian crowd tried to look as if nothing had happened; finally, there were some ―fellow-scholars mostly― who were ready to visit him as before, but never came with their wives, among whom there seemed to have spread a remarkable epidemic of headaches. 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「Siguió con triste interés el proceso de que sus conocidos fueran dejando gradualmente de preguntarle por su esposa; de que algunos renunciaran a visitarle; de que unos pocos, los sablistas inveterados, se mostraran sorprendentemente cordiales y afectuosos; el intento de los bohemios por aparentar que allí no había ocurrido nada; y, finalmente, el hecho de que algunos ―intelectuales como él en su mayoría― siguieran frecuentándolo igual que antes, pero que jamás acudieran a visitarle con sus esposas…, entre las que parecía haberse propagado una curiosa epidemia de jaquecas.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vladimir Nabokov. Ithaca, Nueva York. Carl Mydans, 1958.&lt;br /&gt;*Laughter in the Dark. Vladimir Nabokov, 1933.&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/5226465182139015213-8234936448668146115?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8234936448668146115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/oleo-de-mujer-pensando-en-marx.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8234936448668146115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8234936448668146115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/oleo-de-mujer-pensando-en-marx.html' title='Óleo de mujer pensando en Marx'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Htoawqd3kBU/TZyJF8HwCqI/AAAAAAAADvc/gpbkksqrmao/s72-c/Nabokov_working.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4209163856367034368</id><published>2011-04-03T13:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T14:08:06.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agredido en un sueño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zuLuyGuTIzU/TZhd1YAGxeI/AAAAAAAADu8/Px3nOqQct3A/s1600/yona-friedman-Paris%2BSpacial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 532px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zuLuyGuTIzU/TZhd1YAGxeI/AAAAAAAADu8/Px3nOqQct3A/s400/yona-friedman-Paris%2BSpacial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591322108937815522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQ5yhv2slo/TZhd641ytHI/AAAAAAAADvE/x4qmI1kkHyI/s1600/Shortcut%2Bthe%2BBrilliant%252C%2Bpaul%2Bhollingworth%2B2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfQ5yhv2slo/TZhd641ytHI/AAAAAAAADvE/x4qmI1kkHyI/s400/Shortcut%2Bthe%2BBrilliant%252C%2Bpaul%2Bhollingworth%2B2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591322203652273266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHl0T1DCIzI/TZhihxBKodI/AAAAAAAADvM/gF2S9eXFe-I/s1600/Moshe%2BSafdie%2B1967%2Bsection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHl0T1DCIzI/TZhihxBKodI/AAAAAAAADvM/gF2S9eXFe-I/s400/Moshe%2BSafdie%2B1967%2Bsection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591327269613904338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Paris Spacial. Yona Friedman, 1959-60.&lt;br /&gt;*Shortcut the Brilliant. Paul Hollingworth, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;*Housing Complex (Montreal 67). Moshe Safdie, 1967.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-4209163856367034368?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4209163856367034368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/agredido-en-un-sueno.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4209163856367034368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4209163856367034368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/agredido-en-un-sueno.html' title='Agredido en un sueño'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zuLuyGuTIzU/TZhd1YAGxeI/AAAAAAAADu8/Px3nOqQct3A/s72-c/yona-friedman-Paris%2BSpacial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-415681700757697958</id><published>2011-04-01T22:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:08:58.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La tragedia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lchteQ9MM3Q/TZYwWZvpv6I/AAAAAAAADu0/Xsp71ysGHoo/s1600/Nuit%2BNoire3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lchteQ9MM3Q/TZYwWZvpv6I/AAAAAAAADu0/Xsp71ysGHoo/s400/Nuit%2BNoire3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590709148853059490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRFD7lxr4KY/TZYwS_3VvUI/AAAAAAAADus/rXXfK0kb9qM/s1600/Nuit%2BNoire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eRFD7lxr4KY/TZYwS_3VvUI/AAAAAAAADus/rXXfK0kb9qM/s400/Nuit%2BNoire2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590709090366373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TMWGaFWLSA/TZYwN7k4cPI/AAAAAAAADuk/lchUig_hvmc/s1600/Nuit%2BNoire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5TMWGaFWLSA/TZYwN7k4cPI/AAAAAAAADuk/lchUig_hvmc/s400/Nuit%2BNoire1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590709003315867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nuit Noire. Olivier Smolders, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-415681700757697958?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/415681700757697958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-tragedia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/415681700757697958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/415681700757697958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-tragedia.html' title='La tragedia'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lchteQ9MM3Q/TZYwWZvpv6I/AAAAAAAADu0/Xsp71ysGHoo/s72-c/Nuit%2BNoire3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-4971245972864668387</id><published>2011-03-31T01:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T01:31:53.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apostilla insular</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「um problema com o ser-se velho é o de julgarem que ainda devemos aprender coisas quando, na verdade, estamos a desaprendê-las, e faz todo o sentido que assim seja para que nos afundemos inconscientemente na iminência do desaparecimento. a inconsciência apaga as dores, claro, e apaga as alegrias, mas já não são muitas as alegrias e no resultado da conta é bem visto que a cabeça dos velhos se destitua da razão para que, tão de frente à morte, não entremos em pânico. a repreensão contínua passa por essa esperança imbecil de que amanhã estejamos mais espertos quando, pelas leis mais definidoras da vida, devemos só perder capacidades. a esperança que se deposita na criança tem de ser inversa à que se nos dirige.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;「un problema de ser viejo es considerar que aún debemos aprender cosas cuando,  en realidad, estamos desaprendiéndolas, y tiene todo el sentido que sea así para poder hundirnos inconscientemente en la inminencia de la desaparición. la inconsciencia apaga los dolores, claro, y apaga las alegrías, pero ya no son muchas las alegrías y a fin de cuentas está bien pensado que la cabeza de los viejos se libere de la razón para que, tan cerca de la muerte, no caigamos en el pánico. la continua amonestación pasa por esa esperanza imbécil de que mañana seamos más hábiles cuando, por las leyes más definidoras de la vida, sólo podemos perder capacidades. la esperanza que se deposita en el niño debe ser inversa a la dirigida a nosotros.」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywUY_ZSUJjg/TZO4E0y6cvI/AAAAAAAADuc/LyNlgABPfYs/s1600/valter%2Bhugo%2Bm%25C3%25A3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 495px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywUY_ZSUJjg/TZO4E0y6cvI/AAAAAAAADuc/LyNlgABPfYs/s400/valter%2Bhugo%2Bm%25C3%25A3e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590013955528094450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a máquina de fazer espanhóis. valter hugo mãe, 2010. [Trad. ugdm]&lt;br /&gt;*valter hugo mãe por Pedro Guimarães.&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/5226465182139015213-4971245972864668387?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/4971245972864668387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/03/apostilla-insular.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4971245972864668387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/4971245972864668387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/03/apostilla-insular.html' title='Apostilla insular'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ywUY_ZSUJjg/TZO4E0y6cvI/AAAAAAAADuc/LyNlgABPfYs/s72-c/valter%2Bhugo%2Bm%25C3%25A3e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5226465182139015213.post-8301195295334200454</id><published>2011-03-28T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:59:48.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tres menos uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lej_e1rtQj4/TZBpjlA0bkI/AAAAAAAADuM/ywEt6KiPBf0/s1600/scan10002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 610px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lej_e1rtQj4/TZBpjlA0bkI/AAAAAAAADuM/ywEt6KiPBf0/s400/scan10002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589083197518671426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*20 Poems. Tomas Tranströmer. Seventies Press, 1970.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5226465182139015213-8301195295334200454?l=ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/feeds/8301195295334200454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/03/tres-menos-uno.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8301195295334200454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5226465182139015213/posts/default/8301195295334200454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ungeniodelmonton.blogspot.com/2011/03/tres-menos-uno.html' title='Tres menos uno'/><author><name>un genio del montón</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07052747128730483021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C1rJ8Juu5cI/SYSrESYDaiI/AAAAAAAAACI/SliHO9zPLvc/S220/1962-in+(Lichtenstein).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lej_e1rtQj4/TZBpjlA0bkI/AAAAAAAADuM/ywEt6KiPBf0/s72-c/scan10002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
