tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19944895620865813262011-08-04T21:30:22.138-03:00proyecto creativo que consiste en dibujar algo cada día durante un añoNessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.comBlogger2441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-83976189325100089372010-08-10T00:55:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:58:48.195-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0WzEzR1TI/AAAAAAAACDM/EY3gm8APEAw/s1600/silueta.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0WzEzR1TI/AAAAAAAACDM/EY3gm8APEAw/s400/silueta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529600984198796594" border="0" /></a>No sabemos adónde, no sabemos si hay adónde.<br />Uno de los últimos dibujinis en honor a alguien bueno que ya no está.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-8397618932510008937?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-9243918758409523952010-08-04T00:44:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:47:15.881-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0UamZ8glI/AAAAAAAACC0/jrvbWsx_dxM/s1600/motivacion.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0UamZ8glI/AAAAAAAACC0/jrvbWsx_dxM/s400/motivacion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529598364699361874" border="0" /></a>Y cuando le encontramos la vuelta, no era más que dar vuelta la canasta y ver lo que faltaba. En un bar, desprevenidamente, suena una canción y la rueda vuelve a girar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-924391875840952395?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-91722203034606375012010-08-02T00:38:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:43:25.459-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0TSFR21VI/AAAAAAAACCs/0vEIW5WzRro/s1600/desmotivacion.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0TSFR21VI/AAAAAAAACCs/0vEIW5WzRro/s400/desmotivacion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529597118856484178" border="0" /></a>Frente a una necesidad imperiosa no encuentro el hilo para tirar del ovillo. La canasta ya está llena y los proyectos no.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-9172220303460637501?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-15185465530465488532010-07-11T00:53:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:55:27.592-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0WOdM8qeI/AAAAAAAACDE/UoH739QzbYw/s1600/siluetas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0WOdM8qeI/AAAAAAAACDE/UoH739QzbYw/s400/siluetas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529600355093752290" border="0" /></a>Cuando no te conoce nadie, es como ser sombra de sombra perdida en la multitud. Existís, no existís, igual sos parte.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1518546553046548853?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-50971940166299009802010-07-10T00:48:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:52:33.131-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0VGYyQ3fI/AAAAAAAACC8/cUEzB_ZsbXY/s1600/verdeventanda.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0VGYyQ3fI/AAAAAAAACC8/cUEzB_ZsbXY/s400/verdeventanda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529599116957507058" border="0" /></a>Extrañaba esa ventana en la que invade el verde, al otro lado del río. En mi mente se extiende como selva, los ladrillos destruidos por la fuerza vegetal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5097194016629900980?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-55179858700503605302010-07-01T14:09:00.003-03:002010-10-19T15:18:54.267-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3YQLeNa0I/AAAAAAAACFU/nfrYKbX4hyA/s1600/pantuflas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3YQLeNa0I/AAAAAAAACFU/nfrYKbX4hyA/s400/pantuflas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813689949842242" border="0"></a>Corrigiendo en casa todo el día para entregar monografías. El símbolo de la actividad podría ser, sobre todo, estas pantuflas sucias tiradas en el piso. Es lo incómodo de lo palpable de la historia material.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5517985870050360530?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-75675056143034933832010-06-28T00:25:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:28:29.870-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0PsntPR9I/AAAAAAAACCU/RgkYcs1vYi8/s1600/barventana.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0PsntPR9I/AAAAAAAACCU/RgkYcs1vYi8/s400/barventana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529593176728225746" border="0" /></a>No todo es lo que parece. Atrás de la visión hay un dialogo previsto. El ejercicio de la silla vacía y la nostalgia también tiene guión.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7567505614303493383?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-76666240937833117882010-06-23T00:03:00.000-03:002010-10-19T14:43:57.289-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0KoGoOTuI/AAAAAAAACBk/W6FxNPhTUg0/s1600/mundialpizarra.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0KoGoOTuI/AAAAAAAACBk/W6FxNPhTUg0/s400/mundialpizarra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529587601571204834" border="0" /></a>La jugada estudiada es expuesta en el pizarrón. Parece que siempre sabemos el modelo, el problema es que en el laboratorio todos los resultados eran sin contar el rozamiento del aire. Habitualmente repetimos el error, planear, planear, planear pero sin los cálculos exactos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7666624093783311788?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-22994316260059731912010-06-22T00:28:00.001-03:002010-10-19T00:33:15.103-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0QlbryOzI/AAAAAAAACCc/cV2nTlk0vMw/s1600/nenapaz.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0QlbryOzI/AAAAAAAACCc/cV2nTlk0vMw/s400/nenapaz.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529594152753445682" border="0" /></a>Convoque al angelito que aun se guarda en un recodo de las vísceras. Me imagino que cierra los ojos y sopla con un sonido envolvente que me acuna y me deja, en sueños, mensajes mágicos que me sacan de la niebla.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2299431626005973191?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-47055225918469609142010-06-17T23:59:00.001-03:002010-10-19T00:03:05.389-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0J3VVjKCI/AAAAAAAACBc/coEQE6bvVmc/s1600/mundialchica.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0J3VVjKCI/AAAAAAAACBc/coEQE6bvVmc/s400/mundialchica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529586763705821218" border="0" /></a>También se tatúa en la piel, siguen flameando al otro lado las banderas. Debajo de la ropa se escapan las ganas de perderse en la masa y ser solamente uno más.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4705522591846960914?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-46205069191984227552010-06-15T14:19:00.002-03:002010-10-19T15:18:54.272-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3X8eALGNI/AAAAAAAACFE/cQL6phKk_1w/s1600/bubus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3X8eALGNI/AAAAAAAACFE/cQL6phKk_1w/s400/bubus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813351326750930" border="0"></a><br />Versión impresionista de muñequitos modernos al estilo Infinit. Son como Pin y Pon pero más simples ¿no?<br /><font size="1"><br />Estuve todo el día escribiendo devoluciones para alumnos y mi cabeza, creo, quedó así, en una alternancia de muñequitos que solo conocen monosílabos para explicarse.</font><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4620506919198422755?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-69843644921916426792010-06-15T00:19:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:25:01.057-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0OPHFKKqI/AAAAAAAACCM/QGzx4-dopTw/s1600/amorred.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0OPHFKKqI/AAAAAAAACCM/QGzx4-dopTw/s400/amorred.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529591570242349730" border="0" /></a>El músculo bombeador está atrapado. De red en red, así no hay sangre que aguante. De lado a lado. Agua en el medio, hay que lograr que el líquido elemento no se diluya. Skype y buen día.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6984364492191642679?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-1810224585519707602010-06-12T23:57:00.000-03:002010-10-18T23:59:37.889-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0JI3K5s9I/AAAAAAAACBU/lzLPgJxDfbU/s1600/mundialgol.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0JI3K5s9I/AAAAAAAACBU/lzLPgJxDfbU/s400/mundialgol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529585965334115282" border="0" /></a>Simple: nos dejamos llevar por el impulso masivo. En tu alegría hay un gol, hay un gol, hay un gol, hay un gol. Desde lejos impacta el doble. Aprovechamos para liberar gritos escondidos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-181022458551970760?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-65437973627796339652010-06-08T01:29:00.001-03:002010-10-19T01:31:11.640-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0etYsXs2I/AAAAAAAACEs/_PQtLCEMxXc/s1600/yogacabeza.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0etYsXs2I/AAAAAAAACEs/_PQtLCEMxXc/s400/yogacabeza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529609682552337250" border="0" /></a>El deseo de orden lo llevó a probar asanas peligrosas. Solo quería, al menos un instante, sacarse la cabeza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6543797362779633965?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-24606897994083617652010-06-04T14:13:00.003-03:002010-10-19T15:18:54.279-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3YFuxsYYI/AAAAAAAACFM/t3dCRHlfjio/s1600/cuentolibro.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3YFuxsYYI/AAAAAAAACFM/t3dCRHlfjio/s400/cuentolibro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813510448243074" border="0"></a><br />Dijo Borges que el paraíso debía ser algún tipo de biblioteca. Yo pensaba que más bien era un limbo con soles, estrellas, lunas y árboles hermosos. Libros flotando y un clima de mágico, merengado y mullido domingo.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2460689799408361765?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-71512825348779231502010-06-03T00:33:00.001-03:002010-10-19T00:37:18.312-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Rr4J8ANI/AAAAAAAACCk/cLuHG08Dr0Y/s1600/monstruosa.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Rr4J8ANI/AAAAAAAACCk/cLuHG08Dr0Y/s400/monstruosa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529595362986950866" border="0" /></a>Miré al espejo y vi algo así de inquietante. Son cosas que pasan.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7151282534877923150?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-71443395262134984252010-05-20T01:26:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:29:22.129-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0eJr5MKVI/AAAAAAAACEk/fM75tEDSuX0/s1600/semaforo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0eJr5MKVI/AAAAAAAACEk/fM75tEDSuX0/s400/semaforo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529609069231090002" border="0" /></a>Cansados de cumplir una misión que los peatones ignoraban, los muñequitos del semáforo decidieron abandonar su cuadrado de vida. Los vi volar en pequeños pañuelos mientras corría para alcanzar el colectivo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7144339526213498425?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-25099314427368211722010-05-10T01:23:00.002-03:002010-10-19T01:26:27.079-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0dquv7r7I/AAAAAAAACEc/5NbclEG9MWM/s1600/rancho.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0dquv7r7I/AAAAAAAACEc/5NbclEG9MWM/s400/rancho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529608537421623218" border="0" /></a>La pregunta que nos hacemos es cuán impermeable eran sus cubiertas y a cuánta superficie podría afectar.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(cerebro gastado después de dar clases sobre el tema)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2509931442736821172?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-81611705583949597122010-05-06T01:20:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:23:28.182-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0crlwZg1I/AAAAAAAACEU/OmNSGj8klj0/s1600/rejas.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0crlwZg1I/AAAAAAAACEU/OmNSGj8klj0/s400/rejas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529607452675900242" border="0" /></a>¿Qué se esconderá del otro lado de la ventana? ¿Qué guardaron con tanto celo las rejas y el metal? El colectivo frenó en el momento exacto en que me puse a pensar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-8161170558394959712?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-8593549546092611312010-05-04T00:12:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:14:43.183-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0M2iab1AI/AAAAAAAACB8/oEHfBc-TYnA/s1600/dulces.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0M2iab1AI/AAAAAAAACB8/oEHfBc-TYnA/s400/dulces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590048570987522" border="0" /></a>Mientras el cuerpo sigue agotado, la mente se relame.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-859354954609261131?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-45186782323175329902010-05-03T00:09:00.001-03:002010-10-19T11:33:00.729-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0L8xuLlWI/AAAAAAAACB0/wJXuQHkpUiI/s1600/ba%C3%B1odevino.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0L8xuLlWI/AAAAAAAACB0/wJXuQHkpUiI/s400/ba%C3%B1odevino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529589056247928162" border="0" /></a>Después de visitar a A., de volver de una casa a la otra, de trabajar todo el día, de ir y venir, de caminar para descansar... el viejo spa reparador de la uva malbec fermentada. Quesitos, aceitunas y un buen baño alla vino tinto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4518678232317532990?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-79797805209659995392010-05-02T00:07:00.000-03:002010-10-19T00:09:05.073-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0LjbJ_wvI/AAAAAAAACBs/mo_Q74PXTPg/s1600/nenaliteral.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0LjbJ_wvI/AAAAAAAACBs/mo_Q74PXTPg/s400/nenaliteral.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529588620693848818" border="0" /></a>Para mi hermanita, que lo mira en internet. Feliz cumple, A.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7979780520965999539?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-87159083405345607442010-05-01T23:42:00.001-03:002010-10-18T23:54:42.913-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Gb64TrhI/AAAAAAAACBM/ZeN2WXhNjkk/s1600/aerolina.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Gb64TrhI/AAAAAAAACBM/ZeN2WXhNjkk/s400/aerolina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529582994212498962" border="0" /></a>Alucinaciones nacionales: aerolínea de bandera que acorta las fronteras.<br /><br />Un estribillo menguante repica<br />repite resume redunda<br />me prohibí escribir la palabra<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">patria</span>, la palabra <span style="font-style: italic;">corazón<br />(...)</span><br />Por vos salté<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>un charco<br />cambié la perspectiva de la tarde<br />el sol, mientras se pone, sale<br />flamean las banderas<br />en la costa opuesta<br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><br />(de "Por vos crucé las aguas", escrito para P.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-8715908340534560744?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-31458032228970699022010-04-27T01:18:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:20:34.027-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0cKS-ySpI/AAAAAAAACEM/gi8zSLaeZ84/s1600/policiaH.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0cKS-ySpI/AAAAAAAACEM/gi8zSLaeZ84/s400/policiaH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529606880700287634" border="0" /></a>Otra postal desde la visión soberbia del colectivo. Jóvenes argentinos que se vuelcan hacia el lado de la ley lucen tremendos chalecos brillantes en forma de "H". Haciendo buenos aires, es lo que se suele decir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3145803222897069902?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-36329966229915225652010-04-26T14:00:00.001-03:002010-10-19T15:18:54.291-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3YZn7FfWI/AAAAAAAACFc/y4A78XfljbQ/s1600/muneca.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3YZn7FfWI/AAAAAAAACFc/y4A78XfljbQ/s400/muneca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813852205972834" border="0"></a>Dentro mío también hay una muñeca de trapo que descansa y sonríe. De moño azul y botones, tiene un delantal para pintar en el jardín y bellas mejillas redondas, amarillas y brillantes.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3632996622991522565?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-34356006287158863352010-04-20T01:13:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:18:24.972-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0bllxdNMI/AAAAAAAACEE/iKYtJ8lSFjE/s1600/parada.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0bllxdNMI/AAAAAAAACEE/iKYtJ8lSFjE/s400/parada.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529606250089493698" border="0" /></a>La lluvia pegoteaba el ánimo. Al borde de la calle, la viejita llevaba impermeable y botas rojas. Una coquetería en el medio de la noche. Todavía faltaba mucho para llegar a casa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3435600628715886335?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-52392576675159564792010-04-15T01:09:00.002-03:002010-10-19T01:10:36.104-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Z8EFWcbI/AAAAAAAACD0/RzGp3w0goJA/s1600/alumbrado.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Z8EFWcbI/AAAAAAAACD0/RzGp3w0goJA/s400/alumbrado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529604437159866802" border="0" /></a>Desde la ventanilla la ciudad se mira por arriba. Las bolas luminosas que cuelgan hacia el cordón resaltan del lodo general y me mantienen alerta. Es casi medianoche.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5239257667515956479?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-66735494681052209042010-04-14T01:06:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:08:56.005-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Zi77xZGI/AAAAAAAACDs/ARNqql_PqmM/s1600/destinoinciert2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Zi77xZGI/AAAAAAAACDs/ARNqql_PqmM/s400/destinoinciert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529604005475476578" border="0" /></a>Hasta acá el recorrido parecía previsible. El colectivo dobló, de pronto sacudí mi pensamiento, ¿dónde estaba? No lo sabía. El cansancio me llevaba a algún lugar sin saber.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6673549468105220904?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-3227808911949541882010-04-13T01:04:00.001-03:002010-10-19T01:06:36.352-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Y7mf0mKI/AAAAAAAACDc/UoPLpAKxsnY/s1600/capucha.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0Y7mf0mKI/AAAAAAAACDc/UoPLpAKxsnY/s400/capucha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529603329706203298" border="0" /></a>Volviendo de Caballito conseguí sentarme, el colectivo se movía como una balsa en sudestada, el chico de adelante se subió la capucha y amortiguó los golpes mientras trataba de dormir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-322780891194954188?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-56110633220530704842010-04-12T01:10:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:12:49.153-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0aiFXiTKI/AAAAAAAACD8/HAU1c6_Hd2Q/s1600/ostentacion.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0aiFXiTKI/AAAAAAAACD8/HAU1c6_Hd2Q/s400/ostentacion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529605090339605666" border="0" /></a><br />La camioneta era tan tan ostentosa que a la medida humana lo único que lograba verse era una llanta descomual, del tamaño de una casa. Es esto lo que pude ver.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5611063322053070484?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-31223148339218133262010-04-06T01:00:00.000-03:002010-10-19T01:04:03.743-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0YGFF125I/AAAAAAAACDU/k-lyLSwY41M/s1600/bondi.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL0YGFF125I/AAAAAAAACDU/k-lyLSwY41M/s400/bondi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529602410205797266" border="0" /></a>A la altura de Chacarita el viaje se me pone sinuoso, ladeadas las puertas, mi cabeza golpea contra el vidrio. El chofer acelera y frena a un ritmo inpensado. La esquina se avecina súbita. Falta poco por llegar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3122314833921813326?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-9005011827940326232010-03-30T19:48:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:50:21.653-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJ16ECMBVI/AAAAAAAAB5s/c1ygDYo7U6w/s1600/234+merienda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJ16ECMBVI/AAAAAAAAB5s/c1ygDYo7U6w/s400/234+merienda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499587735348577618" /></a><br />Y después de todo... esto sí debería ser una religión. Merienda porteña.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-900501182794032623?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-29465928985817662702010-03-29T16:34:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:35:43.744-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJygO-no8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/bplgk8JPmFs/s1600/233moises.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJygO-no8I/AAAAAAAAB5c/bplgk8JPmFs/s400/233moises.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499583993074918338" /></a><br />A veces para dar un paso solo hay que saber de dónde hay que salir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2946592898581766270?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-91623307699179524602010-03-28T13:32:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:34:03.288-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJyCVs4jVI/AAAAAAAAB5U/8eZ8UlZi_S0/s1600/232+brindis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJyCVs4jVI/AAAAAAAAB5U/8eZ8UlZi_S0/s400/232+brindis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499583479483501906" /></a><br />Los gestos insistentes del ritual. Una familia brinda el domingo, la otra el lunes. En medio, celebramos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-9162330769917952460?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-53837084491585217612010-03-27T14:27:00.001-03:002010-07-30T03:31:53.752-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJxY1kd58I/AAAAAAAAB5M/RgG5y-SOe_0/s1600/231libertad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJxY1kd58I/AAAAAAAAB5M/RgG5y-SOe_0/s400/231libertad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499582766483630018" /></a><br />Anticipando Pésaj y en clima previo de resurección, la sugerencia astral dictamina liberar las cadenas... es tiempo propicio. ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5383708449158521761?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-38766732252091041162010-03-26T13:25:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:27:35.830-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJwc_VkG0I/AAAAAAAAB5E/LmIqa6oLBs4/s1600/230poreldesierto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJwc_VkG0I/AAAAAAAAB5E/LmIqa6oLBs4/s400/230poreldesierto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499581738313325378" /></a><br />Atravesar el desierto, ir a las profundidades. Caminar cuarenta años o padecer cuarenta días, todas las religiones nos hacen saber que para la ascensión o la libertad primero hay que descender.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3876673225209104116?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-23210293602870739022010-03-25T16:23:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:25:28.639-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJv9xF_nwI/AAAAAAAAB48/--aXaQFOf6U/s1600/229ultima+cena.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJv9xF_nwI/AAAAAAAAB48/--aXaQFOf6U/s400/229ultima+cena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499581201913978626" /></a><br />"Partan en mi nombre el pan"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2321029360287073902?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-27627207697048672842010-03-24T18:07:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:09:15.313-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJsQNQsCmI/AAAAAAAAB40/HQDc1lcLJek/s1600/228+marcha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJsQNQsCmI/AAAAAAAAB40/HQDc1lcLJek/s400/228+marcha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499577120666159714" /></a><br />Quién puede dejar de emocionarse con la Plaza llena, llenísima. Corazones, niños, madre y padre, P., amigos, hermanos. Todos presentes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2762720769704867284?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-47045937090019691822010-03-23T13:03:00.001-03:002010-09-14T12:35:16.842-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJresf3oOI/AAAAAAAAB4s/m2VsSSQaVrs/s1600/227+fede.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJresf3oOI/AAAAAAAAB4s/m2VsSSQaVrs/s400/227+fede.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499576270057873634" border="0" /></a><br />Conocí a Fede. Es calmo y redondito. Sus papás felices, su hermana, fascinada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4704593709001969182?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-7643156028180095062010-03-22T03:01:00.001-03:002010-07-30T03:10:03.264-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJq42r-fVI/AAAAAAAAB4k/u2XQeDwnSlM/s1600/226+botin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJq42r-fVI/AAAAAAAAB4k/u2XQeDwnSlM/s400/226+botin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499575619957980498" /></a><br />Luna de miel; souvenir capitalista del amor; ya se termina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-764315602818009506?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-73465060347884872842010-03-21T03:00:00.001-03:002010-09-14T12:45:57.123-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJqfinW6WI/AAAAAAAAB4c/iNru_Nl6aw0/s1600/225+carpintero.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJqfinW6WI/AAAAAAAAB4c/iNru_Nl6aw0/s400/225+carpintero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499575185073170786" border="0" /></a><br />Pájaro loco y fueguino. Cruje el árbol y lo buscamos. Ahí está: perfora el tronco con su pico.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7346506034788487284?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-13318467245505063162010-03-20T14:57:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:59:59.514-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJp5fH307I/AAAAAAAAB4U/vHX6BKq5Hys/s1600/224+bosque.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJp5fH307I/AAAAAAAAB4U/vHX6BKq5Hys/s400/224+bosque.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499574531300774834" /></a><br />La superficie iridiscente <br />del lago<br />hace juego<br />con un pájaro<br /><br />tal vez<br />tal vez<br />tal vez<br />tal vez<br /><br />hasta que se calló<br /><br />el viento trae olas trágicas<br />silba grueso a la izquierda<br />y dibuja un zumbido lánguido <br />a la derecha<br /><br />una chica lee en el medio del muelle<br />Pablo mira al cielo<br />así de simple como suena<br />las tablas de madera<br />están pulidas de pasos<br />me saco las medias y el agua es profunda<br />murmullos entre los pinos<br />recomiendan no meterse:<br />este paisaje escondido<br />es caja de música para los pensamientos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1331846724550506316?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-74516406433305915062010-03-19T12:52:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:57:16.284-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJpSXNk5SI/AAAAAAAAB4M/XhWrV1qfDy8/s1600/223+huemul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJpSXNk5SI/AAAAAAAAB4M/XhWrV1qfDy8/s400/223+huemul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499573859162318114" /></a><br />Por todos lados y mirando con inquietud, los huemules se adueñan de la estepa en la que somos intrusos. El Lago Argentino es una visión surrealista o marciana, verde fosforescente entre la aridez completa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7451640643330591506?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-47796936891191540252010-03-18T20:48:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:50:53.624-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJn4i5Hw5I/AAAAAAAAB38/atQNULtie_A/s1600/222+ballenashielo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJn4i5Hw5I/AAAAAAAAB38/atQNULtie_A/s400/222+ballenashielo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499572316109521810" /></a><br />Moby Dick sudamericano. Eran formas acuáticas identificadas hasta que de pronto emergió ella. La ballena blanca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4779693689119154025?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-17096561008977879492010-03-17T15:50:00.002-03:002010-07-30T02:52:47.978-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJoWtEzbrI/AAAAAAAAB4E/o0E6w6I-6DY/s1600/221+glaciaropaco.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJoWtEzbrI/AAAAAAAAB4E/o0E6w6I-6DY/s400/221+glaciaropaco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499572834238951090" /></a><br />Eso. No es un cubito, es masa oprimida de nieve compacta que vive hace milenios.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1709656100897787949?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-51970953093703492922010-03-16T17:46:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:48:01.069-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJnVD8LEKI/AAAAAAAAB30/SJMu9KNdtcQ/s1600/220+extra%C3%B1aforma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJnVD8LEKI/AAAAAAAAB30/SJMu9KNdtcQ/s400/220+extra%C3%B1aforma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499571706505400482" /></a><br />Si pudiera pintaría arte moderno. Ahí afuera ya está hecho. No es ninguna novedad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5197095309370349292?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-42132285233490482592010-03-15T17:44:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:46:23.909-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJm64jj6bI/AAAAAAAAB3s/taK0NLHH5NY/s1600/219+escalar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJm64jj6bI/AAAAAAAAB3s/taK0NLHH5NY/s400/219+escalar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499571256772782514" /></a><br />La locura inspirada mueve las piernas y se deja leer en la pared de hielo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4213228523349048259?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-14269355985740616382010-03-14T15:43:00.002-03:002010-07-30T03:12:15.398-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJmfc9tkSI/AAAAAAAAB3k/Vwtcv_8ULv4/s1600/218+lineasglaciar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJmfc9tkSI/AAAAAAAAB3k/Vwtcv_8ULv4/s400/218+lineasglaciar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499570785509806370" /></a><br />Una masa incontable de hielo macizo avanza, lenta, pero avanza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1426935598574061638?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-16390781670760641552010-03-13T12:39:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:42:48.898-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJlp-g4qBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/NIsazXPR3bI/s1600/217+campohielo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJlp-g4qBI/AAAAAAAAB3c/NIsazXPR3bI/s400/217+campohielo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499569866802767890" /></a><br />Sin vacas, sin humus, sin gauchos, señoras y señores ¡esto también es territorio nacional!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1639078167076064155?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-19464157855736883312010-03-12T02:37:00.001-03:002010-07-30T02:39:21.259-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJlKz-6RJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/iiUWxPWbp-8/s1600/216+glaciarcielo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJlKz-6RJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/iiUWxPWbp-8/s400/216+glaciarcielo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499569331399967890" /></a><br />Escondida entre glaciares y bosques milenarios, siempre estuvo ahí, nosotros lo descubrimos recién ahora. Chaltén, Parque Nacional Los Glaciares.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1946415785573688331?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-28692770338676967642010-03-11T02:35:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:41:19.161-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJkwNSJqrI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vu5y-HKRveM/s1600/215+hoguera.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJkwNSJqrI/AAAAAAAAB3M/vu5y-HKRveM/s400/215+hoguera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568874335087282" /></a><br />¿Por qué no hechar más leña al fuego?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2869277033867696764?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-19961119093096315632010-03-10T08:33:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:34:46.944-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJkLOIRK8I/AAAAAAAAB3E/iPfWNsJ9jlE/s1600/215+avion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJkLOIRK8I/AAAAAAAAB3E/iPfWNsJ9jlE/s400/215+avion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499568238906911682" /></a><br />"Alto, mucho más alto, a dónde el Cóndor puede alcanzar... Aerolíneas Argentiiiinaaas"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1996111909309631563?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-73888605948633480932010-03-09T20:26:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:33:05.361-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJjwYILVFI/AAAAAAAAB28/4eA5HVJf3z8/s1600/213+borcegos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJjwYILVFI/AAAAAAAAB28/4eA5HVJf3z8/s400/213+borcegos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499567777734415442" /></a><br />Caminos de miel atravesados con grampas y bastones. Felicidad helada y total.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7388860594863348093?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-89491156080043531812010-03-08T02:23:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:26:45.281-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJiEJNqd7I/AAAAAAAAB20/WioaESCID_A/s1600/212sillon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJiEJNqd7I/AAAAAAAAB20/WioaESCID_A/s400/212sillon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499565918305023922" /></a><br />La pista lustrada acusa recibo del uso, el cuerpo también. Agradecimiento total por la efervescencia que persiste en la piel. Me tiro en un sillón que me llama con gritos silenciosos, al borde del gran lago, la hoguera a los pies.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-8949115608004353181?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-39194785350987810522010-03-07T02:17:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:23:36.254-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJggrXGP0I/AAAAAAAAB2s/SSQ6sofHk2M/s1600/211+fiesta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJggrXGP0I/AAAAAAAAB2s/SSQ6sofHk2M/s400/211+fiesta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499564209484480322" /></a><br />Hasta que la velas no ardan y los pies no aguanten.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3919478535098781052?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-77520209865641812442010-03-06T02:14:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:17:12.965-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJgBzCMNJI/AAAAAAAAB2k/sqZ8VultpoI/s1600/210+barra.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJgBzCMNJI/AAAAAAAAB2k/sqZ8VultpoI/s400/210+barra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499563678968329362" /></a><br />Mazeltov!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7752020986564181244?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-9931140493002699762010-03-05T21:09:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:14:53.177-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJfnNYfFoI/AAAAAAAAB2c/UpyW3vaIOno/s1600/209+amor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJfnNYfFoI/AAAAAAAAB2c/UpyW3vaIOno/s400/209+amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499563222184695426" /></a><br />No hay mucho que aclarar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-993114049300269976?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-29601787568717797542010-03-04T12:55:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:09:41.888-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJbS3bAo4I/AAAAAAAAB2M/Z7VZaKAr5Hk/s1600/227+anillo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJbS3bAo4I/AAAAAAAAB2M/Z7VZaKAr5Hk/s400/227+anillo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499558474645808002" /></a><br />Los símbolos exteriores forjados con cicatrices internas. Tallado por dentro, el anillo, nos juntará o nos dividirá. Dos para dos en el registro civil.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2960178756871779754?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-47495330591160415512010-03-03T11:57:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:08:27.644-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJb21VSp7I/AAAAAAAAB2U/1vF3DCyAXb0/s1600/228+vestido.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJb21VSp7I/AAAAAAAAB2U/1vF3DCyAXb0/s400/228+vestido.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499559092560242610" /></a><br />¿Quién lo diría? Ahí colgado en el instante previo a ser usado es casi perfecto, una foto para no olvidar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4749533059116041551?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-20543508942707708252010-03-02T13:53:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:07:36.954-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJa2b3xoiI/AAAAAAAAB2E/0x-xyK9CL_g/s1600/226+detallesazul.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJa2b3xoiI/AAAAAAAAB2E/0x-xyK9CL_g/s400/226+detallesazul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499557986213929506" /></a><br />¿No vamos a rechazar las tradiciones ahora que está cerca la Gran Tradición, no?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2054350894270770825?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-19575186120112610912010-03-01T12:47:00.000-03:002010-07-30T02:07:07.372-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJafOV8LyI/AAAAAAAAB18/2weXnIV9Uus/s1600/225+zapatos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJafOV8LyI/AAAAAAAAB18/2weXnIV9Uus/s400/225+zapatos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499557587445362466" /></a><br />Esperemos que no se termine todo a las 12 de la noche. El zapatito está listo, los pies para calzarlos también.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1957518612011261091?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-3626398891648251932010-02-12T15:20:00.001-03:002010-10-19T15:23:59.368-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3hmYY0-EI/AAAAAAAACGM/AyZ-CjFYiMc/s1600/confite.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3hmYY0-EI/AAAAAAAACGM/AyZ-CjFYiMc/s400/confite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529823966978701378" border="0" /></a>Otra forma de la evasión: aceptar la educación sexista del rosa, las hadas, los dulce y supuestas soluciones de azúcar sutil.<span style="font-size:78%;"><br />(hoy degustamos comidilla para la fiesta)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-362639889164825193?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-63307838071722488382010-02-11T14:58:00.001-03:002010-10-19T15:19:51.982-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3ccNZU1GI/AAAAAAAACF8/fSHOOn9EcJk/s1600/sushi.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3ccNZU1GI/AAAAAAAACF8/fSHOOn9EcJk/s400/sushi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529818294671168610" border="0"></a>Hermosos diseños japoneses impactan sobre tus párpados. El sabor del pescado crudo, fresco y acompañado de arroz, vinagre, algas, verduras, salsa de soja y un toque de violento wasabi verde.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6330783807172248838?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-18965370633417735632010-02-09T15:01:00.001-03:002010-10-19T15:19:51.988-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3dLrj_5vI/AAAAAAAACGE/ZyYEu5d1JW0/s1600/playa.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3dLrj_5vI/AAAAAAAACGE/ZyYEu5d1JW0/s400/playa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529819110222849778" border="0"></a>En casa trabajando sobre voz y lectura, temas teóricos, apuntes que me llevan a otro recorrido. El famoso salto mental: una solución sería irse caminando sobre la arena hasta el punto justo de tocar el mar.<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1896537063341773563?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-23106724959184741442010-02-04T14:57:00.001-03:002010-10-20T13:07:11.729-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3cCb7nC1I/AAAAAAAACF0/MO7wTVsy1A0/s1600/ella.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3cCb7nC1I/AAAAAAAACF0/MO7wTVsy1A0/s400/ella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529817851896466258" border="0" /></a>Día de confirmaciones: pedimos fecha. Probé vestido y guardo una imagen también en la fantasía. Ella caminando por el pasto, los tacos en la mano, el viento moviéndole el pelo, la fiesta terminada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2310672495918474144?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-45294332216773526832010-02-03T14:45:00.001-03:002010-10-20T12:57:24.575-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3Z9vk0N_I/AAAAAAAACFs/TWCKtoS4U2o/s1600/el.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3Z9vk0N_I/AAAAAAAACFs/TWCKtoS4U2o/s400/el.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529815572246968306" border="0" /></a>Probando medidas, midiendo telas, eligiendo colores. La imagen que imagino es de fin de fiesta. Sobre el pasto, él caminando satisfecho, el traje en el hombro, la sonrisa pegada con alchohol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4529433221677352683?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-61027522302341512912010-01-22T14:06:00.002-03:002010-10-19T15:19:51.999-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3Yih3J4hI/AAAAAAAACFk/hBXmlDfPTN8/s1600/lentespop.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3Yih3J4hI/AAAAAAAACFk/hBXmlDfPTN8/s400/lentespop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529814005197693458" border="0"></a>Verano pop. Entre las obligaciones vislumbro una salida arcoiris. Solo hay que entregarse a la sensación.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6102752230234151291?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-16500693369660161282010-01-20T14:23:00.002-03:002010-10-19T15:19:52.003-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3Xi5AkyiI/AAAAAAAACE0/ZlhTcysRwis/s1600/ojitos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3Xi5AkyiI/AAAAAAAACE0/ZlhTcysRwis/s400/ojitos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529812911899593250" border="0"></a>Se movía con precisión en varios ámbitos, inteligencia, rapidez... pero lo que confundía era la mirada tristona que no se sacaba de encima. Algunos vienen con ventaja.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1650069336966016128?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-24572029093113138812010-01-19T12:43:00.000-03:002010-10-19T14:54:37.635-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJY3nmKwwI/AAAAAAAAB10/lC7Zb1CsqGM/s1600/183nudo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJY3nmKwwI/AAAAAAAAB10/lC7Zb1CsqGM/s400/183nudo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499555807517917954" border="0" /></a><br />Simple y repetitivo. Dolía tanto que las fibras de mis músculos tensaron la cuerda como para izar una vela arrastrada por huracanado viento.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2457202909311313881?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-11785164992260373612010-01-18T13:00:00.000-03:002010-10-19T14:51:52.627-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJDs9ldhbI/AAAAAAAAB1s/OiqXE6faVcM/s1600/182+jaqueca.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJDs9ldhbI/AAAAAAAAB1s/OiqXE6faVcM/s400/182+jaqueca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499532534697788850" border="0" /></a><br />Dolor que divide los hemisferios y cuestiona la vida. Por un segundo todo se tira por la borda, ¿cuándo pasará?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1178516499226037361?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-11544440909803026732010-01-17T12:00:00.001-03:002010-10-19T15:05:03.350-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJCvT0krfI/AAAAAAAAB1k/BpFioqvTlLg/s1600/181+llegamos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJCvT0krfI/AAAAAAAAB1k/BpFioqvTlLg/s400/181+llegamos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499531475514863090" border="0" /></a><br />También las mini vacaciones se terminan. Vueltos a Buenos Aires, el tic tac corre más rápido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1154444090980302673?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-18192577880576580942010-01-09T13:54:00.004-03:002010-10-19T15:19:52.011-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3XxfBxITI/AAAAAAAACE8/MWCz38hzxmo/s1600/173+depaseo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TL3XxfBxITI/AAAAAAAACE8/MWCz38hzxmo/s400/173+depaseo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529813162623312178" border="0"></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Vamos de paseo...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> en un auto ¡lindo!</span><br />Nos invitaron a descansar a San Luis, allá vamos.<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1819257788057658094?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-10062449368911147242010-01-08T15:05:00.000-03:002010-09-14T13:08:10.767-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-ddqf4F6I/AAAAAAAACA4/9FH2nlLqLhE/s1600/172llave.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-ddqf4F6I/AAAAAAAACA4/9FH2nlLqLhE/s400/172llave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516801201501902754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">con qué: marcadores, acuarelas, lápiz</span><br />Infografía prevacacional, circuito de distribución de llaves entre vecinos, riego de plantas, control de lo usual.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1006244936891114724?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-38482964334135618152010-01-07T22:32:00.002-03:002010-09-14T13:14:01.001-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-eV2sRjWI/AAAAAAAACBA/LWAGMbI2Zfg/s1600/171elsol.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-eV2sRjWI/AAAAAAAACBA/LWAGMbI2Zfg/s400/171elsol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516802166847802722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">con qué: fragmento de postal gratis, marcadores, tijera, boligoma y acuarela<br /></span>Aunque no lo veamos siempre está. Aunque sean las diez de la noche y este año no vayamos a la playa, ahí está la idea. Un autito prestado o alquilado, en el asiento de atrás la canasta, la lona y no mucho más.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3848296433413561815?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-19246979235819964962010-01-06T13:01:00.001-03:002010-09-14T13:05:45.983-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-cy33GC0I/AAAAAAAACAw/NUIt7WTdUbY/s1600/170salteo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-cy33GC0I/AAAAAAAACAw/NUIt7WTdUbY/s400/170salteo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516800466354572098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">con qué: postal gratis intervenida, marcadores, tijera, boligoma</span><br />Frase de verano: nos vemos a la noche. Ay... ni se en qué día estoy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-1924697923581996496?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-23887048220887443362010-01-05T17:26:00.002-03:002010-09-14T12:36:00.051-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-Ub4B416I/AAAAAAAACAo/nu1-SOclzoI/s1600/169librosnuevos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI-Ub4B416I/AAAAAAAACAo/nu1-SOclzoI/s400/169librosnuevos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516791275169830818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: acrílicos y marcadores</span><br />Caminata por Palermo con mi amigo G.C., entramos en una, dos librerías. Libros nuevos en sus bolsas y alegría por compartir un rato más.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2388704822088744336?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-49510094541531365602010-01-04T19:32:00.000-03:002010-09-13T22:56:39.292-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI7RfYDG9uI/AAAAAAAACAg/Gl3K1Q8Ll4o/s1600/168yogaverano.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI7RfYDG9uI/AAAAAAAACAg/Gl3K1Q8Ll4o/s400/168yogaverano.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516576930537076450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: fragmentos de folletos, acuarelas, liquid paper, acrílicos<br /></span><br />En un intento desesperado por sumergir nuestro desmadre occidental en un poco de paz oriental vamos a bajar el exabrupto saludando al sol. Clase especial de verano.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4951009454153136560?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-56969636332467292902010-01-03T19:25:00.001-03:002010-09-14T12:36:25.820-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI7QG6jpPSI/AAAAAAAACAY/Ls_xLCdSgos/s1600/167pileta.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI7QG6jpPSI/AAAAAAAACAY/Ls_xLCdSgos/s400/167pileta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516575410791988514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: marcador, acuarelas, tijera y una postal gratis intervenida</span><br /><br />Agua, sol, pileta y un día para disfrutar. Que más quiero que guardarme esta imagen de pies descalzos, risa, barro y domingo para siempre entre amigos. Instantes para el futuro.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-5696963633246729290?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-7079933126086445192010-01-02T03:44:00.000-03:002010-07-30T03:46:10.073-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJ022tf3vI/AAAAAAAAB5k/TQdRUoTDDu0/s1600/166+bocas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFJ022tf3vI/AAAAAAAAB5k/TQdRUoTDDu0/s400/166+bocas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499586580720901874" /></a><br />Bocas para abrir y miradas para despacharse con impunidad en los espacios. Mucha fiesta de año nuevo invita gozozamente a la mezcla.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-707993312608644519?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-47868793435607311042010-01-01T12:59:00.000-03:002010-07-29T20:40:52.489-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oJLFwLInI/AAAAAAAABuE/7Pjah5sDoxQ/s1600/165a%C3%B1onuevo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oJLFwLInI/AAAAAAAABuE/7Pjah5sDoxQ/s400/165a%C3%B1onuevo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456683984640221810" /></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4786879343560731104?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-34234539977220426652009-12-31T12:58:00.002-03:002010-08-05T12:41:46.286-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrbdCF5M4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/QRvc68-eEcA/s1600/164ultimodia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrbdCF5M4I/AAAAAAAAB6w/QRvc68-eEcA/s400/164ultimodia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501951186610762626" /></a><br />Poquito a poco se fue pelando. ¡Ay! qué desgarro en el calendario.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3423453997722042665?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-76493944635973389162009-12-30T12:57:00.003-03:002010-07-29T20:40:52.535-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oJ1bIb0nI/AAAAAAAABuM/W45P2a21lo4/s1600/163sta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oJ1bIb0nI/AAAAAAAABuM/W45P2a21lo4/s400/163sta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456684711933629042" /></a> <br />Leyendo... <em>Srtas. de salón (1) Meretrices&Caftens&Cocó</em>, Malas Palabras Bucks, BsAs, 2006. <br />"Le ruego me encuentre dos o tres mujeres tan rápido como sea posible más bien grande que pequeña y sobre todo sin deudas..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7649394463597338916?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-46629486552176249712009-12-29T12:57:00.002-03:002010-08-05T12:35:37.774-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFraBEsG35I/AAAAAAAAB6g/T9wY23mUzaM/s1600/162tormenta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFraBEsG35I/AAAAAAAAB6g/T9wY23mUzaM/s400/162tormenta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501949606759948178" /></a><br />Juegos acuarelados, el ánimo pasado por agua. Borronea la falta de límites, sosobra la desesperanza. Hay instantes que se presentan así. Y, obvio, lo que mata es la humedad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4662948655217624971?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-4406621234887951482009-12-28T12:56:00.003-03:002010-08-05T12:17:27.651-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrVmJx0jiI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6szMsIBO00s/s1600/161fotocopias.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrVmJx0jiI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/6szMsIBO00s/s400/161fotocopias.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501944746223111714" /></a><br />En el dibujo parece simple pero los días se superponían como carpetas y apuntes, cada uno con su juego, duplicado, triplicado, complicado.<br />Ordenamos muchas, muchísimas, fotocopias.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-440662123488795148?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-67320039186422179672009-12-27T12:52:00.001-03:002010-07-29T20:40:52.556-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oHxAZtVHI/AAAAAAAABt8/eJDEPj26-bE/s1600/160torrehelada.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oHxAZtVHI/AAAAAAAABt8/eJDEPj26-bE/s400/160torrehelada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456682437015590002" /></a> <br />con qué: acuarelas, fragmentos de folleto <br />Homenaje a la dulzura. Postres helados se acumulan en una bella escultura del sabor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6732003918642217967?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-23533898550086469332009-12-26T12:48:00.001-03:002010-07-29T20:40:52.581-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oHKl0FbTI/AAAAAAAABt0/r4hdw0vws5M/s1600/159rosa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oHKl0FbTI/AAAAAAAABt0/r4hdw0vws5M/s400/159rosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456681777043434802" /></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2353389855008646933?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-1030715501021178262009-12-25T12:41:00.001-03:002010-08-05T12:33:02.295-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrZftztHpI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/MAJQpKrqtPU/s1600/navidad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrZftztHpI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/MAJQpKrqtPU/s400/navidad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501949033682116242" /></a><br />La tradición de despertarse cansados y felices. Nace otra vez la emoción, nos visitamos, hay aroma a jazmín por todos lados.<br />Dibujé un clásico cristiano de la "familia originaria"...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-103071550102117826?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-49898530440052582592009-12-24T12:36:00.006-03:002010-09-14T12:50:42.104-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oEIQ5cffI/AAAAAAAABtk/C43vv0K38wo/s1600/157navidad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oEIQ5cffI/AAAAAAAABtk/C43vv0K38wo/s400/157navidad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456678438534151666" border="0" /></a><br />con qué: fragmentos de postal gratis, acuarela, papel de revista<br /><br />¡Basta de navidad blanca! Esta es la navidad del subtrópico. Hace calor, tomamos mate, hay gente malhumorada y todo, todo, transpira por litros.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4989853044005258259?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-70285238045266387972009-12-23T12:36:00.002-03:002010-08-05T12:56:32.298-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrezQorUpI/AAAAAAAAB64/iRnkKf46FO4/s1600/156destinoimprobable.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrezQorUpI/AAAAAAAAB64/iRnkKf46FO4/s400/156destinoimprobable.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501954867006755474" /></a><br /><br />A esta altura del año es probable que no ocurra pero no se puede pedir que no tengamos esperanzas. Tal vez algún día brillará la estrella roja y repartiremos dolencias y felicidad. ¿Será?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7028523804526638797?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-42875768577329219972009-12-22T12:32:00.001-03:002010-07-29T20:40:52.629-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oC--99fVI/AAAAAAAABtc/aXyltecrG3I/s1600/155+mafalda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7oC--99fVI/AAAAAAAABtc/aXyltecrG3I/s400/155+mafalda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456677179590802770" /></a> <br />Pasos y moños de Mafalda. La infancia nos muestra un mundo similar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4287576857732921997?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-68250631773500301132009-12-21T12:31:00.003-03:002010-08-05T12:39:01.688-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrauZ9yi0I/AAAAAAAAB6o/hc9ABgtDm2Y/s1600/154regalos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TFrauZ9yi0I/AAAAAAAAB6o/hc9ABgtDm2Y/s400/154regalos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501950385565371202" /></a><br />Algunos parecen más brillantes, otros son pequeños. El capitalismo se regocija y, por qué no decirlo, yo también. ¡Lluvia de regalos!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6825063177350030113?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-489518482742890562009-12-20T12:31:00.003-03:002010-09-14T12:36:46.813-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI63GTeMJhI/AAAAAAAACAA/dkoQeUFX0CI/s1600/153circulo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI63GTeMJhI/AAAAAAAACAA/dkoQeUFX0CI/s400/153circulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516547912509433362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: acuarelas y acrílicos</span><br />Es bueno recordarlo, es el círculo el que nos retiene juntos. Un circuito de voluntades que nos cohesiona, nos arrulla. Ser una parte de un todo. No hay nada más calmo que recordar esa unión.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-48951848274289056?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-69649296722047643542009-12-19T12:06:00.003-03:002010-09-13T20:59:56.852-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI662Q3zv3I/AAAAAAAACAI/J0WOnts-APo/s1600/152siniestro.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI662Q3zv3I/AAAAAAAACAI/J0WOnts-APo/s400/152siniestro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516552034980183922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: acuarelas</span><br /><br />Libre, extremadamente libre variación sobre una frase.<br /><br />"Giró la cabeza hacia mí súbitamente, me miró un instante a los ojos y entonces, antes de continuar su camino, sonrió. Era una sonrisa sinestra, una mezcla desagradable de autosuficiencia y vergüenza".<br />Siri Hustvedt, "Elegía para un americano", Editorial Anagrama, Bacerlona, 2008.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-6964929672204764354?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-77666355203301384712009-12-18T12:30:00.004-03:002010-09-14T12:48:56.326-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TGlqSjb-HFI/AAAAAAAAB7M/7leqHwrH4ok/s1600/151minibar.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TGlqSjb-HFI/AAAAAAAAB7M/7leqHwrH4ok/s400/151minibar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506048886419889234" border="0" /></a><br />Pequeña variación de la canción, muy elocuente. El corazón mientras, bastante abierto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7766635520330138471?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-33261200787801568202009-12-17T12:29:00.004-03:002010-09-13T20:08:21.657-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI6uJQck13I/AAAAAAAAB_w/gUwBH1jTHSs/s1600/150ramblaequilibrio.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI6uJQck13I/AAAAAAAAB_w/gUwBH1jTHSs/s400/150ramblaequilibrio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516538067632314226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: fragmentos de revistas, punta de cuchillo y plásticola</span><br /><br />Salté el charco. Hay que saber hacer equilibrio en la rambla. El sol brilla, el río azul, marrón, ruidoso. Del otro lado está lo que dejamos atrás. No sabemos bien cuál es nuestro lado.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3326120078780156820?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-42254822349377172352009-12-16T12:29:00.001-03:002010-09-13T20:14:31.287-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI6wGQCvRJI/AAAAAAAAB_4/b8RxGjV06Z4/s1600/149ramblacub.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/TI6wGQCvRJI/AAAAAAAAB_4/b8RxGjV06Z4/s400/149ramblacub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516540215007593618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">con qué: pedacitos de revistas, tijera y plásticola</span><br /><br />Una mirada conceptual del paisaje costero. La línea curvilínea de la costanera va armando caderas y cinturas. A un lado el cemento y el pasto, al otro el agua rivereña luchando para no volverse salada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4225482234937717235?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-71839050852569550022009-12-15T12:21:00.001-03:002010-04-12T12:18:08.713-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7n_-xAR_3I/AAAAAAAABtU/Oy_s2Gp6odk/s1600/148+osteopatia2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7n_-xAR_3I/AAAAAAAABtU/Oy_s2Gp6odk/s400/148+osteopatia2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456673877307555698" /></a><br /><br />Recompuse las partes con ayuda. Los órganos primero, los músculos después, los huesos siguieron la orden. Su contenido aguardaba otra señal y la función quedó lista.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-7183905085256955002?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-37423694428188298632009-12-14T20:21:00.002-03:002010-04-05T12:26:08.962-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7fkzawekVI/AAAAAAAABs8/37Zba98_40Y/s1600/147+pasodandy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7fkzawekVI/AAAAAAAABs8/37Zba98_40Y/s400/147+pasodandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456081045589758290" /></a><br />con qué: impresión y acuarelas<br /><br />El paso del dandy es calculado. En primer plano su aspecto, en segundo plano su intención. Este caballero buscó hacerse conocer y viajó mucho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-3742369442818829863?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-27356491485309617362009-12-13T19:31:00.003-03:002010-04-05T12:26:25.453-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7fkqGmaTtI/AAAAAAAABs0/R0gc0IukwFw/s1600/146+dandy+frag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7fkqGmaTtI/AAAAAAAABs0/R0gc0IukwFw/s400/146+dandy+frag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456080885560004306" /></a><br />con qué: impresión, tijerita y boligoma sobre papel de color<br /><br />Su conversación digrega, se condensa, vuelve, gira. Esconde fisuras y su silueta aumenta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-2735649148530961736?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1994489562086581326.post-44129219272478789082009-12-12T18:58:00.004-03:002010-04-05T12:26:44.028-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7fkf7MsioI/AAAAAAAABss/sLXPKYvPG6E/s1600/145+afrancesado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifIMEoPx4Q0/S7fkf7MsioI/AAAAAAAABss/sLXPKYvPG6E/s400/145+afrancesado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456080710700665474" /></a><br />con qué: acuarelas e impresión<br /><br />Al dandy decimonónico le gustaba la acuarela.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1994489562086581326-4412921927247878908?l=dibujardocemeses.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nessiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09703578858501691976noreply@blogger.com0