<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:40.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jous Dans Forêt</title><subtitle type='html'>cApturAndo kAdA momento...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-9189026162776080978</id><published>2008-06-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:27:24.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Y el ganador es..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF3QbbpQRgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hWveRCk-VRw/s1600-h/53401161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214553113260738050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF3QbbpQRgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hWveRCk-VRw/s320/53401161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su nombre es Juan Nilo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trabaja en Caleta Portales...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tiene mil historias que contar de su vida, su mundo, su oficio, la vida de los pescadores, la caleta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un hombre abierto a contarnos sin problema sus miedos, sueños y penas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De una presencia sincera. Agradable compartir con él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante estos días iremos a compartir con él, pero en su cotidianidad, su diario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iremos en busca de su esencia ... difícil.. pero realizable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-9189026162776080978?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/9189026162776080978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=9189026162776080978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/9189026162776080978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/9189026162776080978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-el-ganador-es.html' title='.. Y el ganador es..'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF3QbbpQRgI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hWveRCk-VRw/s72-c/53401161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-8033072774647757624</id><published>2008-06-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:34:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En busca de nuestro personaje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1daPBs6iI/AAAAAAAAASw/Am0GAs4K7gI/s1600-h/n668253931_681313_6647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214426648856554018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1daPBs6iI/AAAAAAAAASw/Am0GAs4K7gI/s200/n668253931_681313_6647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1b0WHTOII/AAAAAAAAASg/sOXF09d-ym4/s1600-h/53401163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214424898412427394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1b0WHTOII/AAAAAAAAASg/sOXF09d-ym4/s200/53401163.JPG" width="496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1cmAJjopI/AAAAAAAAASo/ox04zUUzIsc/s1600-h/n668253931_681311_5629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214425751509770898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1cmAJjopI/AAAAAAAAASo/ox04zUUzIsc/s200/n668253931_681311_5629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1bYLRB19I/AAAAAAAAASY/sUVJ20CON70/s1600-h/n668253931_681318_8468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214424414464104402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1bYLRB19I/AAAAAAAAASY/sUVJ20CON70/s200/n668253931_681318_8468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1bYLRB19I/AAAAAAAAASY/sUVJ20CON70/s1600-h/n668253931_681318_8468.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        En primera estancia, nuestra misión fue encontrar un personaje que nos llamara la atención y que tuviera un mensaje que dejarnos, alguien a quien documentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Salimos en busca de él, y lo primero que se nos ocurrió fue ir al puerto, ahí empezó nuestro recorrido. Después de mucho observar y pasearnos por el lugar, nos llamó la atención un señor en un pequeño bote, "Neptuno" se llamaba (inferior izquierdo), él es el encargado de transportar a la gente de tierra a sus botes varados lejos de la orilla, y de los botes a tierra. Como no pudimos hablar con él, nos acercamos a otro señor (arriba izquierda) que había sido transportado por "Neptuno". Conversando con él, encontramos nuestro segundo posible personaje. Dueño de varios botes de turismo, con muchos viajes encima y una visión de la vida muy particular; pero no tenía interés en que habláramos nuevamente con él. Nos dijo que era mejor que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conversáramos&lt;/span&gt; con algún pescador que eran más interesantes. Con esto, partimos en dirección hacia Caleta Portales. En el camino pasamos a almorzar a el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cardonal&lt;/span&gt;, mientras comíamos llegaron los tradicionales &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cantores&lt;/span&gt; (abajo derecha). De inmediato, pensamos en ellos como el personaje indicado, les tomamos un par de fotografías, y cuando nos acercamos, posaron para nosotros, les hablamos, nos hablaron, les contamos un poco nuestra idea, nos pasaron su tarjeta y continuamos nuestro rumbo. Llegamos a Caleta Portales, pero estaba desierto. Caminamos por el alrededor y se nos acerco un caballero (arriba derecha). Descargador es su pega, pero hace más que eso, él ayuda en todo lo que puedan necesitar los pescadores. Después de mucho conversar, quedamos en volver a verlo y conversar más con él.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Ahora viene presentar los cuatro personajes, esperar opiniones de compañeros y profesores, y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;decidir&lt;/span&gt; quien será nuestro personaje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-8033072774647757624?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/8033072774647757624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=8033072774647757624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/8033072774647757624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/8033072774647757624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/06/en-busca-de-nuestro-personaje.html' title='En busca de nuestro personaje...'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SF1daPBs6iI/AAAAAAAAASw/Am0GAs4K7gI/s72-c/n668253931_681313_6647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-5254262098426710272</id><published>2008-05-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:10:19.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ejercicio: El viaje..          ¡Santiago!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SFnOCj7BbYI/AAAAAAAAARc/nlue3csfRhI/s1600-h/shora+ahi+estÃ¡.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213424587055918466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SFnOCj7BbYI/AAAAAAAAARc/nlue3csfRhI/s400/shora+ahi+est%C3%A1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al reencuentro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al smog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A la inhumanidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al ruido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A la multitud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mi gente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santiago.. para muchos un asco, para mi un desahogo.. un arranque de la tranquila y a veces aburrida cotidianidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viajar hora y media a encontrarme con un mundo totalmente distinto.. un mundo diariamente extrañado.. por muchos y muchas de los que venimos de aquella jungla de cemento.. un paraíso no encontrado, no descubierto aun.. un basurero recomendable.. un bello paisaje despreciado; que si se sabe mirar, si se sabe disfrutar te entrega libertad, esa anónima libertad soñada a ratos que sólo en ese enorme caos organizado está.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-5254262098426710272?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/5254262098426710272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=5254262098426710272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/5254262098426710272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/5254262098426710272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/05/ejercicio-el-viaje-santiago.html' title='Ejercicio: El viaje..          ¡Santiago!'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SFnOCj7BbYI/AAAAAAAAARc/nlue3csfRhI/s72-c/shora+ahi+est%C3%A1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-6314860411781819831</id><published>2008-05-02T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:36:57.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sergéi Eisenstein, "El acorazado Potemkin" (1925)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBtKKOw86MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Pzqja6hI5hE/s1600-h/Bronenosets.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195828134724561090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBtKKOw86MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Pzqja6hI5hE/s320/Bronenosets.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tipo de montaje utilizado por Eisinstein en "El acorazado Potemkin", como él lo denominó, es un montaje intelectual o ideológico. Las imágenes se unen de variadas formas provocando una especie de desconcierto; propone un montaje con escenas independientes entre si, pero que en su unión hacen el total deseado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-6314860411781819831?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/6314860411781819831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=6314860411781819831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/6314860411781819831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/6314860411781819831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/05/sergi-eisenstein-el-acorazado-potemkin.html' title='Sergéi Eisenstein, &quot;El acorazado Potemkin&quot; (1925)'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBtKKOw86MI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Pzqja6hI5hE/s72-c/Bronenosets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-1646984804249719442</id><published>2008-05-02T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:32:46.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dziga Vertov</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBtAn-w86LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I1I_4w7kvTc/s1600-h/vertov1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBtAn-w86LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I1I_4w7kvTc/s320/vertov1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195817650709391538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lo fundamental: usar la cámara como un ojo fílmico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;más perfecto que el ojo humano para explroar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;el caos de los fenómenos visuales que llenan el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"El drama cinematográfico es el opio del pueblo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;¡¡Abajo las Fábulas burguesas y vivva la vida tal y como es!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-1646984804249719442?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/1646984804249719442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=1646984804249719442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/1646984804249719442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/1646984804249719442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/05/dziga-vertov.html' title='Dziga Vertov'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBtAn-w86LI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I1I_4w7kvTc/s72-c/vertov1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-1374575002909510825</id><published>2008-04-29T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:43:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconocimiento de Locación.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs2WOw86JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IGsWR1aG6BI/s1600-h/dfyjyfuk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs2WOw86JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IGsWR1aG6BI/s320/dfyjyfuk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195806350650435730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calle, Av. Altamirano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs14uw86II/AAAAAAAAAOg/qKlPTiPDb2o/s1600-h/srtjdgjgh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs14uw86II/AAAAAAAAAOg/qKlPTiPDb2o/s320/srtjdgjgh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195805843844294786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piscina, Av. Altamirano llegando a Playa "Las Torpederas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs1cew86GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KKWLnbyUz28/s1600-h/fdjgjk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs1cew86GI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KKWLnbyUz28/s320/fdjgjk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195805358512990306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playa "Las Torpederas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs1Juw86FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Jgps8QQsYlY/s1600-h/dfyj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs1Juw86FI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Jgps8QQsYlY/s320/dfyj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195805036390443090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                  Paseo de                                                                                                                                      Av. Altamirano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-1374575002909510825?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/1374575002909510825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=1374575002909510825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/1374575002909510825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/1374575002909510825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Reconocimiento de Locación.'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SBs2WOw86JI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IGsWR1aG6BI/s72-c/dfyjyfuk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-4958356173379439951</id><published>2008-04-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:49:07.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proyecto 16mm :        "DiEnte dE lechE, un pAseo por lA imaginAción".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SB5LQ-w86OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pidG3ZoZUlw/s1600-h/16%2B%2Bmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196673775130437858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SB5LQ-w86OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pidG3ZoZUlw/s320/16%2B%2Bmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story Line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Marcelo y Carolina recorren en su bicicleta la Avenida Altamirano viendo y experimentando diferentes sucesos sorpresivos en el transcurso del silencioso camino costero. Hasta llegar a la Playa “Las Torpederas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tratamiento del tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Avenida Altamirano es un sitio solitario, en el cual predomina el silencio y la inquietud de las olas. Pero lo que más impacta del territorio costero son los sucesos relámpagos o breves que esporádicamente frecuentan en el recorrido, de ahí en adelante volvemos a la quietud en fracción de segundos. La convicción y curiosidad infantil de Marcelo y Carolina en la historia ayudarán a que estos sucesos sean realmente breves pero impactantes, el cómo enfrentarán los personajes a las sorpresas del lugar es el tema a tratar y la reacción es simple, sólo proseguirán con ímpetu su camino hasta encontrar la calma que buscan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El enfoque e interpretación que deseamos proyectar en el cortometraje es como una actitud infantil sobrepasará límites, choques físicos y sicológicos inherentes de Avenida Altamirano. Y cómo ellos logran llegar a donde quieren sólo por tener un objetivo fijo, ellos se dicen así mismos: “este no es el lugar, ¡sigamos!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retomando los sucesos relámpagos y la actitud de Marcelo y Carolina, debemos decir que concluimos que ambos aspectos se mezclan bastante bien para dar a entender lo simple que puede ser llegar a algo, no importa los obstáculos, sólo el hecho de los personajes de querer sentir, ver, experimentar para así lograr llegar a su destino interminable, la sensación de vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Nuestro rumbo no tienen fin, solo pausas divertidas”&lt;br /&gt;(Carolina y Marcelo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-4958356173379439951?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/4958356173379439951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=4958356173379439951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/4958356173379439951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/4958356173379439951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/04/proyecto-16mm-diente-de-leche-un-paseo.html' title='Proyecto 16mm :        &quot;DiEnte dE lechE, un pAseo por lA imaginAción&quot;.'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SB5LQ-w86OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/pidG3ZoZUlw/s72-c/16%2B%2Bmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-9222401086903698151</id><published>2008-03-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:36:38.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un LibRo AbiertO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi0y-lWlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/u-F29zB89XA/s1600-h/53400953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179248230653057618" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi0y-lWlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/u-F29zB89XA/s320/53400953.JPG" width="375" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1C-lWmI/AAAAAAAAALY/FmYVOJZQ3EI/s1600-h/53400957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179248234948024930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1C-lWmI/AAAAAAAAALY/FmYVOJZQ3EI/s320/53400957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1C-lWnI/AAAAAAAAALg/pJdCDJ49_Nk/s1600-h/53400958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179248234948024946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1C-lWnI/AAAAAAAAALg/pJdCDJ49_Nk/s320/53400958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1S-lWoI/AAAAAAAAALo/SQ9H7BlsXY8/s1600-h/53400959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179248239242992258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1S-lWoI/AAAAAAAAALo/SQ9H7BlsXY8/s320/53400959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1i-lWpI/AAAAAAAAALw/1Agma8uTe_c/s1600-h/53400949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179248243537959570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi1i-lWpI/AAAAAAAAALw/1Agma8uTe_c/s320/53400949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El objetivo de esta tarea era salirse un poco de la rutina y estar dispuestos a encontrarnos con cosa nuevas, como me encontraba en Stgo. desidí darle un giro e irme al lugar más rutinario para cientos de personas... Y a este sacarlo de la rutina y mostrar otra visión... Dejar la imagen de bodrio a un lado y observar cada una de las historias que se cruzan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-9222401086903698151?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/9222401086903698151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=9222401086903698151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/9222401086903698151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/9222401086903698151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-objetivo-de-esta-tarea-era-salirse.html' title='Un LibRo AbiertO.'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bi0y-lWlI/AAAAAAAAALQ/u-F29zB89XA/s72-c/53400953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-7969639844873979917</id><published>2008-03-12T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:19:10.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin Las Palabras Adecuadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bp3i-lWrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CgyGOOOxd_U/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179255974479092402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bp3i-lWrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CgyGOOOxd_U/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;El ángulo, las tonalidades, la komposición... todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para mi gusto la mejor foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un trabajo de Seba Leiva... no recuerdo la fecha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-7969639844873979917?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/7969639844873979917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=7969639844873979917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/7969639844873979917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/7969639844873979917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/03/sin-las-palabras-adecuadas.html' title='Sin Las Palabras Adecuadas...'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R-Bp3i-lWrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/CgyGOOOxd_U/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-340087715173273807</id><published>2008-03-12T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:25:56.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡eL gAtO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hzqS-lWbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6QPsiJrjENM/s1600-h/Imagen+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177014942148417970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hzqS-lWbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6QPsiJrjENM/s320/Imagen+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ["...Nosotros en cambio, vivímos las frías mansiones; sin horas, ni días, ni sexos ni edades...     Viendo silenciosos vuestras pobres vidas inqietas...     El dragón celeste nos une amistad perdurable; es nuestra existencia serena, inmutable; nuestra eterna risa, eterna y astral."]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Los Inmortales &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;H. Hess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-340087715173273807?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/340087715173273807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=340087715173273807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/340087715173273807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/340087715173273807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-gato.html' title='¡eL gAtO!'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hzqS-lWbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6QPsiJrjENM/s72-c/Imagen+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-4006873620176917643</id><published>2008-03-12T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:16:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[pErSoNalidad Multiple fue El diagnósTikO]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hx_i-lWaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jt65nA8dcW8/s1600-h/Imagen+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013108197382562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hx_i-lWaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jt65nA8dcW8/s320/Imagen+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-4006873620176917643?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/4006873620176917643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=4006873620176917643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/4006873620176917643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/4006873620176917643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/03/personalidad-multiple-fue-el-diagnstiko.html' title='[pErSoNalidad Multiple fue El diagnósTikO]'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hx_i-lWaI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Jt65nA8dcW8/s72-c/Imagen+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5956621514757870043.post-544487646981263304</id><published>2008-03-12T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:13:38.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las rUinAs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hxHy-lWZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zfqHyvJB7Ms/s1600-h/Imagen+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177012150419675538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hxHy-lWZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zfqHyvJB7Ms/s320/Imagen+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mil momentos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil formas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil fragmentos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Un úniko fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5956621514757870043-544487646981263304?l=contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/feeds/544487646981263304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5956621514757870043&amp;postID=544487646981263304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/544487646981263304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5956621514757870043/posts/default/544487646981263304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://contemplandoelsilencio.blogspot.com/2008/03/las-ruinas.html' title='Las rUinAs.'/><author><name>Kamila   Recabal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07999470494698798708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/SOrcpOFOoTI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cAlUbfSAwzw/S220/53400021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y3UwJ0xKMsQ/R9hxHy-lWZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/zfqHyvJB7Ms/s72-c/Imagen+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
