tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44980552578596026752024-03-05T16:11:11.262-03:00Blues for a LandscapeMarcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-48403304725828100012009-06-06T16:48:00.003-03:002009-06-06T16:56:51.415-03:00Rezo por vos<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitwYk9iw0OzDqfVmsE1BFrEphGmCjzZcwmkeiGpHxftrqQwdnBT5zA9QaOu04Cw3RfF0FGiQgDQBlvQesOMF5kPgvSYG7LSIMJ1zytBfgbJgvj6iPXHuWq27m02FS9ffvm_sxGqeftaA/s1600-h/Cruz+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344305404240600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitwYk9iw0OzDqfVmsE1BFrEphGmCjzZcwmkeiGpHxftrqQwdnBT5zA9QaOu04Cw3RfF0FGiQgDQBlvQesOMF5kPgvSYG7LSIMJ1zytBfgbJgvj6iPXHuWq27m02FS9ffvm_sxGqeftaA/s400/Cruz+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">“La indómita luz<br />se hizo carne en mí.<br />Y lo dejé todo por esta soledad.<br />Y leo revistas<br />en la tempestad.<br />Hice el sacrificio,<br />abracé la cruz, al amanecer.<br />(Entonces)<br />Rezo, rezo, rezo,<br />rezo por vos...<br />(Entonces)<br />Rezo, rezo, rezo,<br />rezo por vos...”<br /><br />(Charly García)<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzolzPyomxLYYYoziwu0agWGmoLrEvXY5NwSk_3SkB4RXpGIHICQggkSR86lCSFRIz7iD98nV8Bq6T19eRveuii0kilj-XqH4zO9rOKy_GH-GkqCYSm12oaasLa0A_Ui4qqk20Yz_KEIw/s1600-h/Cruz+2.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-7178648621935528692009-05-26T13:25:00.002-03:002009-05-26T13:29:28.625-03:00Quemá esas cartas!<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNRJwWhxlwieFuedoIgU0OGBQf-sYCN3ijbL51Kdo3c0BThKw7dXe4A4ScXdJjP0A61OKvf2p-7-Ppq1L-wVd6RcFzHgHgo34JZ61Ivppdd3MHXYCwBLes0sosEslH6zjIeVFCoCJ9pw/s1600-h/Tarot1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340169895008925442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNRJwWhxlwieFuedoIgU0OGBQf-sYCN3ijbL51Kdo3c0BThKw7dXe4A4ScXdJjP0A61OKvf2p-7-Ppq1L-wVd6RcFzHgHgo34JZ61Ivppdd3MHXYCwBLes0sosEslH6zjIeVFCoCJ9pw/s400/Tarot1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Hace unos años atrás, cierta tarde de verano, una amiga pasó por casa (aunque descreo bastante de la amistad entre un hombre y una mujer, tengo amigas), y al ver un montón de cartas de tarot que no eran de mi pertenencia, y fiel a su costumbre de despegar de todo aquello que tenga que ver con el pasado, me recitó (sin saber) la letra de un tango de Manuel Romero y Raúl de los Hoyos:<br /><br />“¡Quemá esas cartas!,<br />que ya no interesa<br />tener escondidas<br />pavadas como esas...”<br /><br />Y le hice caso...<br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-9263964664059150912009-05-14T00:41:00.005-03:002009-05-14T00:55:41.353-03:00Camboriú Parte IV (1995)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvdYTk42wEHMqvLG2BBJhiqPIGBLpXwVSw7swMoLIsaOMw7FD7TQC_un9scGZsGHmu_RN8N7dHsCHZWkLd6DYIiM0SdeN6lgIj0JCUqgLdVRxVMLpKMgdptqn10uCuFgM4pXH_xljbPI/s1600-h/Cambori%C3%BA_008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522059628714370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvdYTk42wEHMqvLG2BBJhiqPIGBLpXwVSw7swMoLIsaOMw7FD7TQC_un9scGZsGHmu_RN8N7dHsCHZWkLd6DYIiM0SdeN6lgIj0JCUqgLdVRxVMLpKMgdptqn10uCuFgM4pXH_xljbPI/s400/Cambori%C3%BA_008.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">“A cidade apresenta suas armas.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Meninos nos sinais, </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">mendigos pelos cantos.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">E o espanto está nos olhos de quem vê</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">o grande monstro a se criar.”<br /><br />“La ciudad presenta sus armas.<br />Niños en las señales,</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">mendigos en las esquinas.<br />Y el espanto está en los ojos del que vé<br />al gran monstruo que se </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">está creando.”<br /><br />(Paralamas “Selvagem”)</span> </span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-24709731353533365062009-04-22T12:31:00.006-03:002009-04-22T19:31:41.122-03:00Der Acid Zupay (1994)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMmbIAxd00JVSSzweF1FX3-U6j0lLvNcoEq_JHYrgC2NtHsZR63jyCstTju_JehY_vK8fMm-MfSBjoxLuzcgVg-yitlledz9EgXMiBwd_zxY8X7366RILhmp18Bdf2rPQQ7TNfBroxKk/s1600-h/MLP1994_DerAcidZupay(Half)50%25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327647004654438162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMMmbIAxd00JVSSzweF1FX3-U6j0lLvNcoEq_JHYrgC2NtHsZR63jyCstTju_JehY_vK8fMm-MfSBjoxLuzcgVg-yitlledz9EgXMiBwd_zxY8X7366RILhmp18Bdf2rPQQ7TNfBroxKk/s400/MLP1994_DerAcidZupay(Half)50%25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDwvWEpjcZUKSOt6G4YWz9-YxsR0O0ZSEkb5MUerJRVwZQQqdm2pp-_EDaLj37tKBmmz1yVswDPQrfYm_uv1Xs0_QhfnxsqragxSuvBsH-0yucjHhH_AWg9GcZU0scChY5S2gV1F6TAU/s1600-h/Homer&Favio50%25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327646901981367650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDwvWEpjcZUKSOt6G4YWz9-YxsR0O0ZSEkb5MUerJRVwZQQqdm2pp-_EDaLj37tKBmmz1yVswDPQrfYm_uv1Xs0_QhfnxsqragxSuvBsH-0yucjHhH_AWg9GcZU0scChY5S2gV1F6TAU/s400/Homer&Favio50%25.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">“El Diablito Acido” fue un experimento musical emprendido con el amigo Claudio Favio López (el de la derecha de la foto inferior) con el que “malgastábamos” las tardes de domingo del año ‘94. En este caso, yo le llevaba ideas, como bocetos, que tenía acumulados en la portaestudio y entre los dos le íbamos dando forma. Una música electrónica abstracta, minimalista, relajada pero a la vez caótica, con algunos toques ambient y jazzy aquí y allá.<br />(La foto superior es en casa de Favio con sus equipos).</span> <div><div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><br />Para aquell@s que se animen ahí les dejo el link para que descarguen un tema de D.A.Z. en lo-fi mono.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=a387a40689311b20d6baebe61b361f7c682d1f8ee9a92185ce018c8114394287"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Der Acid Zupay – Attache</span> </a><br /></div></span></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-27012106301430719182009-04-06T14:52:00.002-03:002009-04-06T14:55:32.205-03:00Autoretrato (1994)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9yPnxZ5wXhPcJnXeNfVM78Go-pASBAk48hEMRXDpfDqht1kfN6p1u9A7xcuoBPfXqBb4Ek2nxRZki-BkMuhQghgK7o8_lTkh80XYidyVzkFslIIDtZUsJmeUhrIDyYkSyOZM1SL2B8Q/s1600-h/MLP1994_001_50%25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321638002337002978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9yPnxZ5wXhPcJnXeNfVM78Go-pASBAk48hEMRXDpfDqht1kfN6p1u9A7xcuoBPfXqBb4Ek2nxRZki-BkMuhQghgK7o8_lTkh80XYidyVzkFslIIDtZUsJmeUhrIDyYkSyOZM1SL2B8Q/s400/MLP1994_001_50%25.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">“I'm not like them<br />But I can pretend<br />The sun is gone<br />But I have a light<br />The day is done<br />But I'm having fun<br />I think I'm dumb<br />or maybe just happy<br />Think I'm just happy.”<br /><br />“No soy como ellos<br />Pero puedo aparentarlo<br />El sol se ha puesto<br />Pero tengo una luz<br />El día se ha acabado<br />Pero me estoy divirtiendo<br />Creo que soy imbécil<br />ó quizá sólo sea feliz<br />Creo que soy feliz.”<br /><br />(Nirvana “Dumb” (Tonto))<br /><br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-17668332551509736172009-02-28T12:30:00.004-02:002009-02-28T12:34:01.996-02:00Florianópolis (Brasil) Parte III (1994)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmLoOUBwIxIfN5IyDoQir6grKxj5SB8Gc0mRuG7DMFQFMry-StLPXydVDMaNwaWKv8qZXm_1i2JvAMeWPcM5Chdj_huvOsIJNr_GMtnYh4qWpy9TPuqI0D8mG-3GDPnJ8-PeXu4Jby3g/s1600-h/Floripa8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307856025339853794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmLoOUBwIxIfN5IyDoQir6grKxj5SB8Gc0mRuG7DMFQFMry-StLPXydVDMaNwaWKv8qZXm_1i2JvAMeWPcM5Chdj_huvOsIJNr_GMtnYh4qWpy9TPuqI0D8mG-3GDPnJ8-PeXu4Jby3g/s400/Floripa8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwvIWbaoJ8G8owPqiHnEMwb-hohC8TGrKbcAQQhJJXbSbedkH9SWrow-7bwwzZEw6iyn_v8u84vIHv5MHt1y0GVY2azPDJhH6JcEGMoCOKojoqFe3vZ5h2LgIuu6zXwRU1-H8M3FUpDU/s1600-h/Floripa9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855918005785826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwvIWbaoJ8G8owPqiHnEMwb-hohC8TGrKbcAQQhJJXbSbedkH9SWrow-7bwwzZEw6iyn_v8u84vIHv5MHt1y0GVY2azPDJhH6JcEGMoCOKojoqFe3vZ5h2LgIuu6zXwRU1-H8M3FUpDU/s400/Floripa9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH94FnZjjUP1h_GpOCFaNsWoaamZJU_IiJjQn3vana5VhK3fqwWq_6m8k7dEfzHGyUA4dXsbnyU-3putzWdZ6boTvOLMmuWTlORiyEOIgQhSoRKt-KzGaq9otc4Fb4KGiW_VptlpN4Cgc/s1600-h/Floripa10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307855784180045458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH94FnZjjUP1h_GpOCFaNsWoaamZJU_IiJjQn3vana5VhK3fqwWq_6m8k7dEfzHGyUA4dXsbnyU-3putzWdZ6boTvOLMmuWTlORiyEOIgQhSoRKt-KzGaq9otc4Fb4KGiW_VptlpN4Cgc/s400/Floripa10.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">“A crueldade de que se é capaz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Deixar prá trás os corações partidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Contra as armas do ciúme tão mortais</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A submissão às vezes é um abrigo. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Saber amar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">É saber deixar alguém te amar. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Há quem não veja a onda onde ela está</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">E nada contra o rio.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Todas as formas de se controlar alguém.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Só trazem um amor vazio. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">O amor te escapa entre os dedos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">E o tempo escorre pelas mãos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">O sol, já vai se por no mar.” </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(Paralamas “Saber Amar”)<br /></span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-38860841675791950992009-02-19T12:16:00.005-02:002009-02-19T12:25:22.230-02:00Q2's Parasite<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKf89aSMYQOqT0khKMP-Nxf_-cLsbFqwDh3DavYS93o3H2bLjKtQdXTqalA8zasvQWZpA7mpSxbxuaNh2N-tAYLFnsv6RthwyoVHe63EXixh7zDU6QI1mxt7sjmv1ph5cdCuCq7ucvj8/s1600-h/Parasite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304514403210462706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKf89aSMYQOqT0khKMP-Nxf_-cLsbFqwDh3DavYS93o3H2bLjKtQdXTqalA8zasvQWZpA7mpSxbxuaNh2N-tAYLFnsv6RthwyoVHe63EXixh7zDU6QI1mxt7sjmv1ph5cdCuCq7ucvj8/s400/Parasite.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Si usted quiere eliminar un parásito en forma rápida y efectiva, y no perder su salud en el intento, utilice un arma de largo alcance como una Hyperblaster o una Chaingun. Siempre es preferible una ametrallada a una escopeta de asalto, ya que le dará menos posibilidad al parásito de sobrevivir.<br />Las granadas de mano también pueden ser muy útiles, dependiendo del terreno. Manténgase a cubierto para evitar ser atacado y si se encuentra desprotegido, salte mientras dispara hasta acabar con él.<br />Usted cree que esta clase de engendros no crece en su jardín? Yo no estaría tan seguro…<br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-32931588822691740672009-02-08T00:55:00.009-02:002009-02-28T12:35:59.601-02:00Rutas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVM-EzSHcJkeeMt1KujgI0AmS-S5GPuipAy81kMZ3cfsBBkVQLWgp8zKmLp3Kvmf0YrDlKBHvh0Ejd1H1uM0TG29GKnlPBTnmVZXNOWOOzd2i5O4CrmEDzev3Su1sELZTIkdEOErr3WU/s1600-h/Aeropuerto+de+Ezeiza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300257802077764098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpVM-EzSHcJkeeMt1KujgI0AmS-S5GPuipAy81kMZ3cfsBBkVQLWgp8zKmLp3Kvmf0YrDlKBHvh0Ejd1H1uM0TG29GKnlPBTnmVZXNOWOOzd2i5O4CrmEDzev3Su1sELZTIkdEOErr3WU/s400/Aeropuerto+de+Ezeiza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94FG8tt4RmYpjSep37ipPf2B9NP7QYmF38uGwkdD1avI_vs-sCt0lD2l_3o9ILrIvc36nI_h79FTpzeE7nbijHRxZO2Og2f0y3OyqSEHAZl_wDNdphQdAdlhz3JQsH2ZBzq1wW6nYquw/s1600-h/Puente+Florianópolis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300256274669592850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj94FG8tt4RmYpjSep37ipPf2B9NP7QYmF38uGwkdD1avI_vs-sCt0lD2l_3o9ILrIvc36nI_h79FTpzeE7nbijHRxZO2Og2f0y3OyqSEHAZl_wDNdphQdAdlhz3JQsH2ZBzq1wW6nYquw/s400/Puente+Florian%C3%B3polis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVyq0VurFpSQRp22DOfiaIzNIBTVZUGqXxph_0ykbjIpfjGUsExby-SSkHhygLuA1ZMNk-TQ2UbQLm8zPv8QCuesk2BKJz6Pgsp3GOhwgnzfoGLDsl0bWoxRCWdH_aPto-D6kjUM6444/s1600-h/Terminal_Omnibus_Villa_Gesell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300256166893407106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVyq0VurFpSQRp22DOfiaIzNIBTVZUGqXxph_0ykbjIpfjGUsExby-SSkHhygLuA1ZMNk-TQ2UbQLm8zPv8QCuesk2BKJz6Pgsp3GOhwgnzfoGLDsl0bWoxRCWdH_aPto-D6kjUM6444/s400/Terminal_Omnibus_Villa_Gesell.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">"Una ruta eterna en el medio de la nada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">kilómetros de pampas hasta la próxima parada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">durmiendo vestido,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">acobijado por el ruido de un motor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">de micro viejo, viaje largo...</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">Si mañana no estaré,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">si mañana no estarás,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">si la vida es una ruta,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">alguien llega,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">alguien se va..."<br /><br />(La Portuaria “Ruta”)</span></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-50981984563662021432009-01-23T14:28:00.006-02:002009-01-23T14:37:00.632-02:00More Reflex about Buildings and Food<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQW-gm6BRNt_OITBq66wsQ4I5ueIbP91uD2hmjaEc4Usrd-YRdhKaW1UYXvHVLFIc_YBisEm-r4BeDPmLD3Kg2eb4ssUU-l_n1bE8YaMOqo1_bWTtiUAStKjkAw4NOU4URmQCpG1bxF6w/s1600-h/Reflexos_020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294528211322992114" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCatYQghyphenhyphenrfOUDpslOq7b8XXJt03P5EbcOoYoLJYjeWLgvyAiRd4i_kQrcA_z75KbFYeWWkQsPPgiNgY0FK-6SqN4mdvhEvrRbK94HaP0pATwntHJj5J5xLSLmrjP39UHvk2hBIl7mUs/s400/Reflexos_021.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"El reflejo es solo un niño </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">que espera en el parque.<br />El reflejo se encarga de buscar<br />tesoros en la oscuridad.<br />Y no es tan extraño que vele<br />por la suerte del trébol.<br />Cada pequeña cosa quel el reflejo hace,<br />deja su respuesta con un </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">signo de interrogación."</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></div></span></span></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">(Duran Duran "The Reflex")<br /></span></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-74094380842303822362009-01-13T20:05:00.009-02:002009-01-23T14:37:40.423-02:00Blues del Perro (Dedicado a mi querido Pompi)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-a4BG5KkYwRRQuQ0E_QwM3PDa3OjjXo8RVFETJAO7oF_SMO5LUcsG_RNyNLYmGBXkoQmkQA2ieDsWBaFetX7hra-eom09m3Q2IsLvIdAL6flxlNOxxPftfeNYwxU00pNRBd3BK8xbbxg/s1600-h/POMPI1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903688337783314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-a4BG5KkYwRRQuQ0E_QwM3PDa3OjjXo8RVFETJAO7oF_SMO5LUcsG_RNyNLYmGBXkoQmkQA2ieDsWBaFetX7hra-eom09m3Q2IsLvIdAL6flxlNOxxPftfeNYwxU00pNRBd3BK8xbbxg/s400/POMPI1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfe5aSkMp6nW166qtzgnj33OJjh6T0qU2C7PzCnyrEcMcKSlkPlBMK96HUczFm96hEK8rOYRkU4nUC5u9D3ul5XNPXUG5t417Wb3z9NMZow-vPYOX0qXr79n_Y994Bgv3Bx7Y8JUK0xIg/s1600-h/POMPI2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903566480815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfe5aSkMp6nW166qtzgnj33OJjh6T0qU2C7PzCnyrEcMcKSlkPlBMK96HUczFm96hEK8rOYRkU4nUC5u9D3ul5XNPXUG5t417Wb3z9NMZow-vPYOX0qXr79n_Y994Bgv3Bx7Y8JUK0xIg/s400/POMPI2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa9T5_y2PW2iXGvYrtoKBtX000tHagBpYRC7kL5WpxErqJJz7bDxTjSTtTBcXCZCxsmkTzNt8sgHYk-V1bFa1M6uEZ74WcFafqqyToYw__5-pOj0370H70ZK95qr6tYLgPKjrcFBGqRQ/s1600-h/POMPI3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903436638589090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqa9T5_y2PW2iXGvYrtoKBtX000tHagBpYRC7kL5WpxErqJJz7bDxTjSTtTBcXCZCxsmkTzNt8sgHYk-V1bFa1M6uEZ74WcFafqqyToYw__5-pOj0370H70ZK95qr6tYLgPKjrcFBGqRQ/s400/POMPI3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoskWc5QFPWcSHQoDg09tiQNuu6uX3aKloPxTnuCk5GPGfLeHb656M7AWcMIUQMLHnTxUXP9orIZAsTTRvnzHwqtFIVvcYJacg6MlrIN1mJnIKp4vwDlTHLTwiCZcPJeNuANd5cycrjRs/s1600-h/POMPI4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903333992917778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoskWc5QFPWcSHQoDg09tiQNuu6uX3aKloPxTnuCk5GPGfLeHb656M7AWcMIUQMLHnTxUXP9orIZAsTTRvnzHwqtFIVvcYJacg6MlrIN1mJnIKp4vwDlTHLTwiCZcPJeNuANd5cycrjRs/s400/POMPI4.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">“Mira y no entiende,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">cómo los humanos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">se comen entre sí.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">En noches de siete lunas,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">mira el desierto.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Es mi perro, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">es correcto,y ama los blues…</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Es perfecto, y odia a esa gente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">que aparenta estar en California.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">No hay problema,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">es un perro, es perfecto.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">Escucha los blues,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;">ama este Blues.”<br /><br />(Pappo "Blues del Perro")<br /></span></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-54935203282440570292008-12-31T11:19:00.005-02:002008-12-31T11:39:18.251-02:00Salud, Dinero & Amor!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuMb3NLFPIdJ9MxvXb0T1C4IjSSubLbpE4yQ5K4xkyDNbQ9VqY1E5DghAR53ZqIrm4FsSYT_6qNdKloEOBCHKOxT08dzzGqEOHpArKbwqyuet0RwMQv7FH_KoZ3ctnrgeqCEmTim1e8I/s1600-h/M-Dance_Canc%C3%BAn_1988.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285945389891194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuMb3NLFPIdJ9MxvXb0T1C4IjSSubLbpE4yQ5K4xkyDNbQ9VqY1E5DghAR53ZqIrm4FsSYT_6qNdKloEOBCHKOxT08dzzGqEOHpArKbwqyuet0RwMQv7FH_KoZ3ctnrgeqCEmTim1e8I/s400/M-Dance_Canc%C3%BAn_1988.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> "Brindo por seguir queriéndote toda la vida,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">casi está lleno el vaso con la sangre de otra herida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Brindo con emoción, pero también con frialdad,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">que la salud no falte a toda la humanidad...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Desde un rincón del mundo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Brindo contigo... </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Salud!"</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">(Los Rodríguez "Salud (Dinero y Amor)")<br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-11231170200776588042008-12-24T11:27:00.004-02:002009-01-23T14:38:44.572-02:00Feliz Navidad!!! Bom Natal!!! Happy Xmas!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjBt7o8Ug6mNfBlkhgvPt7o8EuZ3dRC-I-_nOfUJUUy9CG8y50K0kQXgiRu0LyXER4oLNNlEssAvv7NzCcAQfrkozIzRrklES-HQb1GYoh1y89UoSNxxQXK0naMLZOe_mC1qM0b-s9wE/s1600-h/Niñito_Jesús.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283348024826193426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjBt7o8Ug6mNfBlkhgvPt7o8EuZ3dRC-I-_nOfUJUUy9CG8y50K0kQXgiRu0LyXER4oLNNlEssAvv7NzCcAQfrkozIzRrklES-HQb1GYoh1y89UoSNxxQXK0naMLZOe_mC1qM0b-s9wE/s400/Ni%C3%B1ito_Jes%C3%BAs.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">"Paz in my Heart, oh, oh, oh, oh...<br />Paz in my Soul, oh, oh, oh, oh...<br />Paz in this World<br />Paz in this World<br />Oh Yeah!<br /><br />Paz in my Home, oh, oh, oh, oh...<br />Paz in my Words, oh, oh, oh, oh...<br />Paz in this World,<br />Paz in this World,<br />Oh Yeah!"<br /><br />(Alphonso S’Entrega “Paz en el Alma”)<br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-52775718210451722132008-12-21T01:39:00.011-02:002008-12-21T11:49:32.643-02:00A®teƒactðs <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXAf4YzQaKFNz0Td6EKwctvv-4sEihqiG4XPzTjhtElmITXShnFrQMNmjJ2TLrShnf33GdTohzogRiibjd5PGvxdD6jr9xq00gMek0BRFPhi61l9mMMnLBpewNv2TAhOZmtnm_k-MCR4/s1600-h/WalkMan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087644464441074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFXAf4YzQaKFNz0Td6EKwctvv-4sEihqiG4XPzTjhtElmITXShnFrQMNmjJ2TLrShnf33GdTohzogRiibjd5PGvxdD6jr9xq00gMek0BRFPhi61l9mMMnLBpewNv2TAhOZmtnm_k-MCR4/s400/WalkMan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkBBjPtdUFxTwgbBMzzRIekPe1EIxAuCKmdQ8DtYHFv_IK8OaVt0OJlEKo_sImbgcvNsbPFYdxk4IU1xvsiPf8nIerUO_4N1jY2j065WIehaE-cnUFn-GAQk-ecWTX2PFP9wN1iF1KII/s1600-h/bombilla_el%C3%A9ctrica_azul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087500685111378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkBBjPtdUFxTwgbBMzzRIekPe1EIxAuCKmdQ8DtYHFv_IK8OaVt0OJlEKo_sImbgcvNsbPFYdxk4IU1xvsiPf8nIerUO_4N1jY2j065WIehaE-cnUFn-GAQk-ecWTX2PFP9wN1iF1KII/s400/bombilla_el%C3%A9ctrica_azul.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgEA2p1K0PS7LKlN-u8zaV2QBeyslOx50aj9slMlyfDirb5XMVH6whIkh9NVyE35D5zcf3J_XjJDMddsgCVbeYnwGJ-YfArZlw_abEeKv_kw2gV_PLgBPWaROv9_J1sg9fviEU1nGt4s/s1600-h/Serie_C%C3%ADrculos_Artefacto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087288084596834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgEA2p1K0PS7LKlN-u8zaV2QBeyslOx50aj9slMlyfDirb5XMVH6whIkh9NVyE35D5zcf3J_XjJDMddsgCVbeYnwGJ-YfArZlw_abEeKv_kw2gV_PLgBPWaROv9_J1sg9fviEU1nGt4s/s400/Serie_C%C3%ADrculos_Artefacto.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Dame algo, dulce nena.<br />Suelo volver amargo.<br />Quiero tenerte así por horas y horas.<br />No es una charla de computadora,<br />Es un presagio más feliz.<br /><br />Mundos imaginarios<br />Está flotando en el aire<br />Pasan por nuestros cuerpos<br />Ecos de mil radares<br />¿Cuánto te afectan?<br />Nadie lo sabe.<br />Ningún engaño te hace feliz.<br />Es un presagio más feliz.<br /><br />Esto no es un invento<br />para pasar el rato.<br />No hay ningún artefacto<br />que sea visionario.<br /><br />(Gustavo Cerati “Artefacto”)<br /></span><div></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-2686505136362083812008-12-13T02:06:00.004-02:002008-12-31T11:34:33.844-02:00Star Force<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aRRTdedLppUN9Dxy1LhacYeUr4PyKNNGMnwE62Cun5T0Zm4Uq-X8jMwIhPWFZJy7sJQuDR7xmB2av1uwaflFNkp0nCJ_qRhEko2u38cFxW6hTU_hyb6G_tw18x5yfzCHu4ADPCO0GeA/s1600-h/Villa_Gesell_Gamer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279121879658071842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5aRRTdedLppUN9Dxy1LhacYeUr4PyKNNGMnwE62Cun5T0Zm4Uq-X8jMwIhPWFZJy7sJQuDR7xmB2av1uwaflFNkp0nCJ_qRhEko2u38cFxW6hTU_hyb6G_tw18x5yfzCHu4ADPCO0GeA/s400/Villa_Gesell_Gamer.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;">Desde mediados de los 80’s y aprovechando los veraneos en la costa, cada vez que podía acercarme a un Sacoa o similar, me tiraba de cabeza en el <a href="http://strategywiki.org/wiki/Star_Force"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Star Force</span></a>. Este juego es un arcade desarrollado por <a href="http://www.tecmogames.com/"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Tecmo</span></a> en 1984 y consiste en pilotear una nave (con vista aérea) recorriendo escenarios en el espacio sideral (todos denominados con una letra del alfabeto griego) disparándole a su vez, a varios enemigos y destruyendo estructuras para obtener puntos.<br />La foto data de Villa Gesell , si no me equivoco es de diciembre de 1994, y el enajenado que está frente al fichín, obviamente no es otro que el que suscribe.<br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-31851985252826757082008-12-04T01:56:00.004-02:002008-12-04T02:10:14.381-02:00Mujeres Hindúes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkoGOWlUoeHmTcObJRmQf-GsZd8Jy-XONFcGZIQsZBrp8ntdMLfppe4vY1R-e73OS1JB0i9B7ecawbYM2lJHDm7Dc5za9BLpMJeBSusZOqFkTPpY6R4LA140JjVnNw6Dn4wY4bXA4glc/s1600-h/Mujeres_Hind%C3%B9es_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275781681612041538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJkoGOWlUoeHmTcObJRmQf-GsZd8Jy-XONFcGZIQsZBrp8ntdMLfppe4vY1R-e73OS1JB0i9B7ecawbYM2lJHDm7Dc5za9BLpMJeBSusZOqFkTPpY6R4LA140JjVnNw6Dn4wY4bXA4glc/s400/Mujeres_Hind%C3%B9es_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5hEt-CWQwPMsjamD-FSCyPUlPE-8VLwFmo8XdItxj7p8U61klnlDxOaOjkxiRQsZuj-3aNH97e49UU-NGidAnyL9iMaEbaShaHJ_fjx_UshnF5Cvo8PCqf9wLvskM0o7cvUyx5rCQowQ/s1600-h/Mujeres_Hind%C3%B9es_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275781561911004946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5hEt-CWQwPMsjamD-FSCyPUlPE-8VLwFmo8XdItxj7p8U61klnlDxOaOjkxiRQsZuj-3aNH97e49UU-NGidAnyL9iMaEbaShaHJ_fjx_UshnF5Cvo8PCqf9wLvskM0o7cvUyx5rCQowQ/s400/Mujeres_Hind%C3%B9es_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21RnRBxybHoC3Wbzp0mCG98V9fGHmXUHn59JmvOLfZRYDlbSl89eph_39-RUYLod3-Gn0gMdSmEGg81laVsSOCE6kyi322It_H-xjA3fv-JwMTz2iX01PlRE2bVQgcmrLDKpNu0Ed0pY/s1600-h/Mujeres_Hind%C3%B9es_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275781411353166306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21RnRBxybHoC3Wbzp0mCG98V9fGHmXUHn59JmvOLfZRYDlbSl89eph_39-RUYLod3-Gn0gMdSmEGg81laVsSOCE6kyi322It_H-xjA3fv-JwMTz2iX01PlRE2bVQgcmrLDKpNu0Ed0pY/s400/Mujeres_Hind%C3%B9es_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">“Trenzas de pelo negro radiante,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">una corona de diamantes,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">pequeños dientes hermosos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">y ojos en una faz sonriente </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">que </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">iluminan los catorce mundos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Vi su gloria y al verla, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">s</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">acio hoy </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">el hambre de mis ojos”.<br /><br />(Mahadeviyakka, décimo siglo de la Era Común)<br /></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-42688950445943893142008-11-26T17:37:00.003-02:002008-11-27T02:00:04.567-02:00Angel flautista sin su brazo derecho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingCDt6mgjsICQs-XV7WtFFByVTTJKxAUwuwnhGQK_IsJi_6o9uF43Qy67rQC3ugnMF6tz45OB6014pSXnGjIilChpWpqzcdoOefWU0wyeWSVvOsbLgYZxg5OOkz3WzMZdTOzeRKWsQwY/s1600-h/Angel_Flautista_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273057032432109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingCDt6mgjsICQs-XV7WtFFByVTTJKxAUwuwnhGQK_IsJi_6o9uF43Qy67rQC3ugnMF6tz45OB6014pSXnGjIilChpWpqzcdoOefWU0wyeWSVvOsbLgYZxg5OOkz3WzMZdTOzeRKWsQwY/s400/Angel_Flautista_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFPIeT3pJWQOhZMDdfimgB8Hf7RG0K41u9L-qx02p0usThZJN48m9j4tcrulW0rL0C1mgd3xuhwvLZ14RJvVFC_Hq3rOTiqiwvv040L7sdeH_Y5LqD0xuKibrEZYaO9eAL0YCycr6QSE/s1600-h/Angel_Flautista_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273056908364870498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFPIeT3pJWQOhZMDdfimgB8Hf7RG0K41u9L-qx02p0usThZJN48m9j4tcrulW0rL0C1mgd3xuhwvLZ14RJvVFC_Hq3rOTiqiwvv040L7sdeH_Y5LqD0xuKibrEZYaO9eAL0YCycr6QSE/s400/Angel_Flautista_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissA42zrZX56tBwKJHuryZ6gJGBSLep9oUHUhELglfDbQwlMoYiTa7NCpEyLPhUWuchNC13LtiD20-PDW9-wGDddUAYfijHHnfw7Mx6UQFf_TvRrXpTpBxz-2rWpgOEm9hRpPOp4kPSjY/s1600-h/Angel_Flautista_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273056664864557698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissA42zrZX56tBwKJHuryZ6gJGBSLep9oUHUhELglfDbQwlMoYiTa7NCpEyLPhUWuchNC13LtiD20-PDW9-wGDddUAYfijHHnfw7Mx6UQFf_TvRrXpTpBxz-2rWpgOEm9hRpPOp4kPSjY/s400/Angel_Flautista_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"Ese soy yo en el rincón, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ese soy yo a la vista del público. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Perdiendo mi religión. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Intentando seguir contigo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">y no sé si pueda lograrlo, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Oh! no he dicho demasiado, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">no he dicho lo suficiente. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Creí oírte reír. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Creí oírte cantar. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Creo que me pareció<br />haberte visto intentarlo. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Pero eso fue solo un sueño,<br />fue solo un sueño."<br />(R.E.M. “Loosing my Religion”)<br /></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-32744756771866751972008-11-21T19:03:00.011-02:002008-11-21T19:23:29.883-02:00La Nave<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6jxkFqtCfGAk7fy6yEMa8FY3O18XL-0U2qQjjlljxiHXHcRYZHttvgEuVEvSft5ijwHR8OOdiEza1KTn6sdQ8J8k00vs6Rql0EGY4Q2LvSrql772EE940-9LnuiYB_8BDvq6zOO2i5g/s1600-h/La+Nave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271221634482994018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV6jxkFqtCfGAk7fy6yEMa8FY3O18XL-0U2qQjjlljxiHXHcRYZHttvgEuVEvSft5ijwHR8OOdiEza1KTn6sdQ8J8k00vs6Rql0EGY4Q2LvSrql772EE940-9LnuiYB_8BDvq6zOO2i5g/s400/La+Nave.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">" No soy un extraño, </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">todo el mundo sabe cuanto te amo. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">El dragón no sabe,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">que un diablo cabe,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">cabe en la nave<br />cabe en la nave."</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;">(Ratones Paranoicos "La Nave")</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-90062813048914284552008-11-18T13:49:00.005-02:002008-11-18T14:02:12.659-02:00Héroes & Amantes (Pop-Rock) (Parte II)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4XbXFqjhEVbakTbgp1p1zMuTr9xKLFZW5P20pe08bXGBTAUh2g0vCX7moU07Y9m8wvYPMqQivlHI3sQKIhnk5-vOgj2PphEXA_G4urPnAaW8zMyjwlsw3KAUM5yqWKxW7dvH3aTTuzI/s1600-h/H%C3%A9roes&AmantesLive1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270027203726929794" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7g-101J1-4CU8s6wcHiM_c_l_B0rwi9YxtxSEGPklteeatUCR7_FYvJDSo3lG4VI6Cpruv-ZkvZ-Qlthkg8w-jQjgGBFvL29pDc2D9YNGRZozyqqNBugKXeyoGPCbxvxTZf2O-J5KmyM/s400/H%C3%A9roes&AmantesLive3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"> Unas tomas registradas entre fines de los 80's y principios de los 90's de los queridos amigos de Héroes & Amantes, tocando en vivo en uno de sus escenarios favoritos, el Paseo La Plaza.<br /></span><div></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-28231277778762589122008-11-11T12:09:00.006-02:002008-11-26T17:58:51.012-02:00El muñeco<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHS2-oALl76OIuCSWHfZM81B-7vx_Wdbc960IIas04puNw4_qHGwi2s9GqICNNJ3bO-Z1MR9tvscq7xUraGllbjyDsm8fdwymOW-XO0wCn823pzsYxcGLUiFcGzWqovx0Vev7cDkFS4Lg/s1600-h/El+Mu%C3%B1eco+1+b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267402316719507938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHS2-oALl76OIuCSWHfZM81B-7vx_Wdbc960IIas04puNw4_qHGwi2s9GqICNNJ3bO-Z1MR9tvscq7xUraGllbjyDsm8fdwymOW-XO0wCn823pzsYxcGLUiFcGzWqovx0Vev7cDkFS4Lg/s400/El+Mu%C3%B1eco+1+b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN89M95en5G8bMvsbM7UckdGOWzxYr4q39gDDDVDZbByKgiuvoSjc5UIolFVManUmQlxpY7C7QksLiigw2ruOEOKHqoudYvk7OKCHV7h3uuh0i253dXz13J8Ui09sSVCpaT_O280PNzs/s1600-h/El+Mu%C3%B1eco+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267402185470384226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVN89M95en5G8bMvsbM7UckdGOWzxYr4q39gDDDVDZbByKgiuvoSjc5UIolFVManUmQlxpY7C7QksLiigw2ruOEOKHqoudYvk7OKCHV7h3uuh0i253dXz13J8Ui09sSVCpaT_O280PNzs/s400/El+Mu%C3%B1eco+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ08vA9ENtkNYrwn7DVr_YkyUvyLcb0ko5QpqbYQu6bXYtMxSbGyXvm4kdbeW_O51dtTI7ZQnpqYsptfc7aqkvVAeaMy-Pv3kSzjDfJYzhojCwEdAFnbPOUy60zV0pcyU50gJzqu6-N0w/s1600-h/El+Mu%C3%B1eco+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267402028105162418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ08vA9ENtkNYrwn7DVr_YkyUvyLcb0ko5QpqbYQu6bXYtMxSbGyXvm4kdbeW_O51dtTI7ZQnpqYsptfc7aqkvVAeaMy-Pv3kSzjDfJYzhojCwEdAFnbPOUy60zV0pcyU50gJzqu6-N0w/s400/El+Mu%C3%B1eco+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Una tarde de verano del 2006, sobre el cantero que se encuentra a un costado de mi casa, apareció la cabeza de un muñeco.<br />A simple vista daba temor y algo de pena. Le faltaba un ojo y la mitad del otro. Tenía el cabello deshecho y se veía como si hubiera pasado unas veinte temporadas en el averno antes de caer sobre el cantero.<br />Simbolizaba lo más horrendo de las peores pesadillas de la niñez.<br />Y pese a las advertencias de que no la tocara, que podría tratarse de alguna brujería, o de algún mensaje mafioso digno de un cartel del narcotráfico, no pude evitar hacerle unas cuantas tomas.<br />Después la dejé tirada sobre una calle sin salida que daba a los fondos, para que siguiera su rumbo...<br /></span><div></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-49754928549750041352008-10-30T11:08:00.006-02:002008-11-11T12:22:27.231-02:00At the Speed of Light<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigYsjRpAtQPW1TEvOpv5KkRSxzugdaq0jAWsiExhhXOHe9-nqdWitQLy5z8kydpbPp3fvk7ugA4NmHUAmF_Y7L7z2AToNhm3yhNbeC9T-HP0CAsc6ph3P_ywqfGnQyRxEk-Ilf6Qf2g3E/s1600-h/Luces_005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267405060035910434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigYsjRpAtQPW1TEvOpv5KkRSxzugdaq0jAWsiExhhXOHe9-nqdWitQLy5z8kydpbPp3fvk7ugA4NmHUAmF_Y7L7z2AToNhm3yhNbeC9T-HP0CAsc6ph3P_ywqfGnQyRxEk-Ilf6Qf2g3E/s400/Luces_005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYz1Wagb5cFsFaJOr22FIz9Y8rdPChYOT2Occg6sdswJYsBL3_aSOkMiScOgaFVWomYZ2EGQTlvWyAi8f7QQKpSrpfNTwPDPxs8w4KbshephsCdPKir6aHfaDhdxfcaGZoomkK10WLuo/s1600-h/Luces_001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936568681933378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSYz1Wagb5cFsFaJOr22FIz9Y8rdPChYOT2Occg6sdswJYsBL3_aSOkMiScOgaFVWomYZ2EGQTlvWyAi8f7QQKpSrpfNTwPDPxs8w4KbshephsCdPKir6aHfaDhdxfcaGZoomkK10WLuo/s400/Luces_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLM-uOWFez6dnxKPiAxSA8zKUEkq5HBwG4wDMbvr0Yaaz08LQqhat07eugaBBSPPY2_WQjjSodV70TAKI9_uF4M7L0uPge1Y5TDrR5Upfxtw6z3YFAtSOQoxv4cGdiJAzX2t1BPoouE0/s1600-h/Luces_003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936450609776754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLM-uOWFez6dnxKPiAxSA8zKUEkq5HBwG4wDMbvr0Yaaz08LQqhat07eugaBBSPPY2_WQjjSodV70TAKI9_uF4M7L0uPge1Y5TDrR5Upfxtw6z3YFAtSOQoxv4cGdiJAzX2t1BPoouE0/s400/Luces_003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96Cl1vlt5eXtRP55rt-fsRI6v5RfuNdspaa4g1-j3pLoMHbu_Bp7c5h9nNxiyAjmyAHVzJvdNOWjxwqpphlVP7stHJOO6eglYWbEL-CVxc6nEFAX5uG5p_YESbIc2qgh0bRzJowfOQJk/s1600-h/Luces_002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936297891182978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96Cl1vlt5eXtRP55rt-fsRI6v5RfuNdspaa4g1-j3pLoMHbu_Bp7c5h9nNxiyAjmyAHVzJvdNOWjxwqpphlVP7stHJOO6eglYWbEL-CVxc6nEFAX5uG5p_YESbIc2qgh0bRzJowfOQJk/s400/Luces_002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJjA2R3OnOf0xyG9DTV6rCbMA8G4o5kBQ8gz1_0UvLVHQb1y2zO8lS_AMNN5qtYgkNcMc9j5RPIpCYuMnKmi2bDUVedTzLpCvd0Z-1BSOsfcaUPnQ7u0-A3ityHAJ-W8c1bBcb5QfBqQ/s1600-h/Luces_004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262933567990670386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJjA2R3OnOf0xyG9DTV6rCbMA8G4o5kBQ8gz1_0UvLVHQb1y2zO8lS_AMNN5qtYgkNcMc9j5RPIpCYuMnKmi2bDUVedTzLpCvd0Z-1BSOsfcaUPnQ7u0-A3ityHAJ-W8c1bBcb5QfBqQ/s400/Luces_004.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">“Siempre me pregunté si se podría retratar la luz en movimiento? Por las fotos subidas en esta entrada, se podría decir que al menos hice el intento. Pero eso es una mentira. La luz dentro de una fotografía permanece estática, y la que genera la sensación de movimiento es la propia cámara, desplazada manualmente, a veces montada sobre un trípode, o simplemente realizando las tomas con una duración de entre uno y dos segundos.<br />Pese a mi reconocida ignorancia en cuanto a técnicas fotográficas, sería vanidoso decir que mi especialidad es revelar algunos "secretos" de los ilusionistas de la lente?”<br /></span><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-44366444873025833822008-10-23T01:52:00.008-02:002009-01-23T14:44:22.725-02:00What’s wrong with my Refrigerator?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvHNVC6k7vBJBLZgEQ84fnnicYnjSwOJDmxlc3sJRSC0skSo1g0QaNadjkIhPZKhbI5ogGoRiDOwdd71_1gZcd-rg5e_xcHYUZVw2xP-psiUyRGjRcTs4rIUSDubuyvSH6-w3jEAtTJw/s1600-h/Refrigerator1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194288184828354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyvHNVC6k7vBJBLZgEQ84fnnicYnjSwOJDmxlc3sJRSC0skSo1g0QaNadjkIhPZKhbI5ogGoRiDOwdd71_1gZcd-rg5e_xcHYUZVw2xP-psiUyRGjRcTs4rIUSDubuyvSH6-w3jEAtTJw/s400/Refrigerator1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0exsJp6BXcJS6ABi2uifDSy3fV0YXtvNKkV-uv_d6RR7hMpU8JXflzeF1ZfNbgjk_PIpMfBrEvNJMWOm9BH8rrfp1JlreYkSmX7T5fSeE9WKQRYmfMY2A7EH-rXkyAzrM23vTNpVbr4/s1600-h/Refrigerator2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260194141723960498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0exsJp6BXcJS6ABi2uifDSy3fV0YXtvNKkV-uv_d6RR7hMpU8JXflzeF1ZfNbgjk_PIpMfBrEvNJMWOm9BH8rrfp1JlreYkSmX7T5fSeE9WKQRYmfMY2A7EH-rXkyAzrM23vTNpVbr4/s400/Refrigerator2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEBUUxOR-KHJsO8uxRGUYJu9zXH_ds2ywUUtHD6quRNfg_b-rAlJgPGQeoC8AupYVzA7aNmD0EFymZ2EC8itz1oDZ43-ctZFYmeVxfpU2vBfLXvilPLMenV2eFyg34PNYfmAq1D1MKJY/s1600-h/Refrigerator3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260193895843805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKEBUUxOR-KHJsO8uxRGUYJu9zXH_ds2ywUUtHD6quRNfg_b-rAlJgPGQeoC8AupYVzA7aNmD0EFymZ2EC8itz1oDZ43-ctZFYmeVxfpU2vBfLXvilPLMenV2eFyg34PNYfmAq1D1MKJY/s400/Refrigerator3.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">"O meu refrigerador não funciona </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Eu tentei tudo, eu tentei de tudo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Não funciona Não, não, não </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">O meu, o meu,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">O meu refrigerador não funciona."<br /><br />(Os Mutantes “ Meu refrigerador não funciona”)<br /></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-77129096262607969312008-10-19T19:30:00.010-02:002008-12-31T11:33:43.222-02:00Xcaret (México) Mayo de 1998<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O_PrYCb9nH5yHc1FgtQn2HGzaijVBwv5UOAoer6v9Ev1vSWlfYB7dyqYniI_0ipRIIHYyY-FOAER-E2iUqRsYMyu8zvk8slImzE_WwYDumjT9Yy5uJm663rAx222MeE4BbB_JMKNoi4/s1600-h/Xcaret_1998_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258982534627486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O_PrYCb9nH5yHc1FgtQn2HGzaijVBwv5UOAoer6v9Ev1vSWlfYB7dyqYniI_0ipRIIHYyY-FOAER-E2iUqRsYMyu8zvk8slImzE_WwYDumjT9Yy5uJm663rAx222MeE4BbB_JMKNoi4/s400/Xcaret_1998_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VndnSOQnGnWPkP6n8O4QiniBMOx1_1yAl1YOUkJVesZMnM-3n_1XjYMy-RmLeVqtREzLYVBMlMIlHBle2bfLVvqcth3I4uq6Uvb5EZhLG-nnpzpiofM7PsuhDxrrMoB5lML0sHnsRK0/s1600-h/Xcaret_1998_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258982384541813474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VndnSOQnGnWPkP6n8O4QiniBMOx1_1yAl1YOUkJVesZMnM-3n_1XjYMy-RmLeVqtREzLYVBMlMIlHBle2bfLVvqcth3I4uq6Uvb5EZhLG-nnpzpiofM7PsuhDxrrMoB5lML0sHnsRK0/s400/Xcaret_1998_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5RlddTClASMd6eAE9eGJ1sSoN07AIwsKuz84TSLDh89hLmUUe1RmrDjl4g2Mb8gajmxAKxp7HVXC40ZchZGfn2LAwq00R8n922qhRd-0GL__ej-JUzdxC37m64JgeTTZIaD4U8lJ3sk/s1600-h/Xcaret_1998_4_Flamencos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258982235687686786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ5RlddTClASMd6eAE9eGJ1sSoN07AIwsKuz84TSLDh89hLmUUe1RmrDjl4g2Mb8gajmxAKxp7HVXC40ZchZGfn2LAwq00R8n922qhRd-0GL__ej-JUzdxC37m64JgeTTZIaD4U8lJ3sk/s400/Xcaret_1998_4_Flamencos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvWGy3GG-J4D9qwYaWnv9E5u6LfZtRD2a3alN0T1B1ri0tB-ekNl8-2OptJEFyR6ltOECLRfsTL0iK6duXjpi_IvUflo0Ag3-St4xlux5KUH-Lf1b0lTDLxmhMeCCkrzO3BbvOmebN_8/s1600-h/Xcaret_1998_Iguana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258982110821050450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvWGy3GG-J4D9qwYaWnv9E5u6LfZtRD2a3alN0T1B1ri0tB-ekNl8-2OptJEFyR6ltOECLRfsTL0iK6duXjpi_IvUflo0Ag3-St4xlux5KUH-Lf1b0lTDLxmhMeCCkrzO3BbvOmebN_8/s400/Xcaret_1998_Iguana.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"Sigue sudando frí­o el terciopelo de tus sueños</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">hundidos en el olvido se perdieron tus instintos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">una vena se abre en el horizonte de tus días</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Dime jaguar como llegar hasta el final</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">dime jaguar como mirar en la oscuridad."<br /><br />(Jaguares “Dime Jaguar”)</span></div></span></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-47633972666721184562008-10-11T02:14:00.007-03:002008-10-11T02:19:28.595-03:00El Cumpleaños de Homer (algún momento de los 90's)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJ1YwW2l0wpg3oBIOIPFiCoZovj_znzsyWQfB020LjfSbUmvjygubm7xBmIvCiAcrHr0GIeNed5_IjBfWd8ZvC2dD6F9ggjYB_qH5-m6WpVtqevKvhFBv2ZQ8A3yOm4qHsP__80JDVbA/s1600-h/Homero_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255761091587124866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvJ1YwW2l0wpg3oBIOIPFiCoZovj_znzsyWQfB020LjfSbUmvjygubm7xBmIvCiAcrHr0GIeNed5_IjBfWd8ZvC2dD6F9ggjYB_qH5-m6WpVtqevKvhFBv2ZQ8A3yOm4qHsP__80JDVbA/s320/Homero_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQWeEVdy5x27skRue0JyvqdY0H7waiaB_PBXhaFdhiIJMz82m8AWrIqEf6twX6LxxZ_VDqiye92cJYTjuKzwZKCM6Ek_U0lM-9MSG7pFWEh9nHPTVN4oSUOYhMAmZ_JJj71kj-a7he4U/s1600-h/Homero_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255760982358353922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQWeEVdy5x27skRue0JyvqdY0H7waiaB_PBXhaFdhiIJMz82m8AWrIqEf6twX6LxxZ_VDqiye92cJYTjuKzwZKCM6Ek_U0lM-9MSG7pFWEh9nHPTVN4oSUOYhMAmZ_JJj71kj-a7he4U/s320/Homero_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJsq52XTmaR56WKvBUiuZiZzSsHlVcHhIImIvlUBXPg5D1rGoTPeR2DcnGZRaOeUY5UDLbYEx17NB9c3099jtJ5aFrrrp0rVBDwEL50kah9cJNXH9fDq5Bj2M3ltqBXR_anlkgz_X-UI/s1600-h/Homero_3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255760848346018450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJsq52XTmaR56WKvBUiuZiZzSsHlVcHhIImIvlUBXPg5D1rGoTPeR2DcnGZRaOeUY5UDLbYEx17NB9c3099jtJ5aFrrrp0rVBDwEL50kah9cJNXH9fDq5Bj2M3ltqBXR_anlkgz_X-UI/s320/Homero_3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-LSfWKJ-fbpJ9_NYvrAB3k03gT6gym1ZJherQ5iL786EQgdtrnKtBhkNQqEon5gPVYBVK1KNk9Z8zIENydbABpIInsLvHbvL5GsHs7VGjd5rleOKK8Uva1cq4uOMDsNKJevdqNDLxuo/s1600-h/Homero_4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255760742432658498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu-LSfWKJ-fbpJ9_NYvrAB3k03gT6gym1ZJherQ5iL786EQgdtrnKtBhkNQqEon5gPVYBVK1KNk9Z8zIENydbABpIInsLvHbvL5GsHs7VGjd5rleOKK8Uva1cq4uOMDsNKJevdqNDLxuo/s320/Homero_4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRUG747TK4PgTfDmFq2wkATenBU-Rv5h6jj1XYfvuClPeQBTFke4EYu93LjaE9gizzZEOd2RyRiZCZ3o3RdjKx8hfJmaDOo1-Cw8yIgIp_haEitDjUXPRpsLXfqZ80FomfXiCrVKiTJg/s1600-h/Homero_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255760624257412770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRUG747TK4PgTfDmFq2wkATenBU-Rv5h6jj1XYfvuClPeQBTFke4EYu93LjaE9gizzZEOd2RyRiZCZ3o3RdjKx8hfJmaDOo1-Cw8yIgIp_haEitDjUXPRpsLXfqZ80FomfXiCrVKiTJg/s320/Homero_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Con fondo musical de Trip-Hop, y en el marco de un aburrido festejo de cumpleaños, entre un grupo de arquitectos y otro de músicos e inadaptados sociales (entre los cuales me contaba), pude capturar algunas tomas interesantes. Esa es una de las premisas fotográficas: “Nunca se sabe”.<br /></span><div></div></div></div></div></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-43220076164480729902008-10-09T18:07:00.004-03:002008-10-09T18:10:08.645-03:00Autorretrato 1997<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjGPa2WKSLE88vcu6Uc17DaAi3BuqG6MQakCIx8DsoAdeOBpJeePXPlaxb4-WpDY789eNiXlHTIVhkcdc73zKMlA2lGNt6LxQXZtQw-L8WC5n4aUQgp_uJsD5lVeoK95KM3KJm5vfiypE/s1600-h/Autorretrato_1997.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255264011216020850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjGPa2WKSLE88vcu6Uc17DaAi3BuqG6MQakCIx8DsoAdeOBpJeePXPlaxb4-WpDY789eNiXlHTIVhkcdc73zKMlA2lGNt6LxQXZtQw-L8WC5n4aUQgp_uJsD5lVeoK95KM3KJm5vfiypE/s400/Autorretrato_1997.jpg" border="0" /></a>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4498055257859602675.post-40768775092104661412008-10-09T16:17:00.003-03:002008-10-09T17:18:36.852-03:00Escobar (Pcia. de Buenos Aires)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwXuvSDGUtiMNcvDy6qNVsLwewBE6FuRrG6pmlCtzGC6psnLDuDFa0JzTAxY1hBVOU9sSHBjpio4UlOQRni8MnYJZB0DErNMKl0dHxdiffM62AJr82vkCpogWROD4NZrhlmG3mA1i45c/s1600-h/T%C3%ACo_Papu_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255235854909556962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwXuvSDGUtiMNcvDy6qNVsLwewBE6FuRrG6pmlCtzGC6psnLDuDFa0JzTAxY1hBVOU9sSHBjpio4UlOQRni8MnYJZB0DErNMKl0dHxdiffM62AJr82vkCpogWROD4NZrhlmG3mA1i45c/s400/T%C3%ACo_Papu_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;">Brindemos por los que trabajan duro,<br />brindemos por los humildes de nacimiento<br />levanta tu vaso por el bien y el mal<br />brindemos por la sal de la tierra.<br /><br />(The Rolling Stones “The Salt of the Earth”)<br /></span></div>Marcelo Dancehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437684695322490869noreply@blogger.com6