tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16982604033405135542009-12-02T09:07:33.947-08:00EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-6584315677924371352009-12-02T09:06:00.000-08:002009-12-02T09:07:33.956-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SxaewU2eakI/AAAAAAAAAq8/msQEfF7So44/s1600-h/tat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410686555400333890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SxaewU2eakI/AAAAAAAAAq8/msQEfF7So44/s320/tat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El silencio de la tarde en la casa de mis padres...una habitacion vacia, con pocas cosas, una cama que fue mia, una habitacion vacia me presta su espacio para una siesta...por alguna razon pienso en el poema de Julio Barrenechea, el divisado, que tanto me gusta, es posible preguntarse (como en el poema aquel) ¿quien era yo entonces?...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />atras unas virgenes de yeso...<br />tiempo detenido.<br />el nombre de la imagen: DOMINGO 22 DE NOVIEMBRE 2009 ENTRE LAS 15:30 Y LAS 18:06.......<br />Hace tiempo que no subia algun dibujo, y he realizado muchos, de a poco me pondré al día,</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-658431567792437135?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-5219869589692976042009-03-22T18:42:00.001-07:002009-03-22T18:46:44.878-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/ScbpbbrUncI/AAAAAAAAAog/ATTofdZdczc/s1600-h/TERODACTILO+EXPERIENCE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316193067652652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/ScbpbbrUncI/AAAAAAAAAog/ATTofdZdczc/s320/TERODACTILO+EXPERIENCE.jpg" border="0" /></a> Una mas de los monstruos que tardé bastante en subir, he realizado muchas xilografias ultimamente pero por tiempo no las he subido a internet...tratare de ser mas responsable, muchas gracias por los buenos comentarios.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-521986958969297604?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-63339913528842331002008-12-11T13:49:00.000-08:002008-12-11T13:55:19.272-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SUGLNefuHSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1hJr6amcGGI/s1600-h/MI+DINOSAURIO+DE+TRES+CABEZAS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278653301895601442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SUGLNefuHSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1hJr6amcGGI/s320/MI+DINOSAURIO+DE+TRES+CABEZAS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Mi dinosaurio de tres cabezas"...esta semana está dedicada a mis monstruos...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-6333991352884233100?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-77742933255483154032008-12-04T11:39:00.000-08:002008-12-04T11:41:58.377-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/STgySMGeBTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7ea4cwilZqU/s1600-h/missing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276022251531928882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/STgySMGeBTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7ea4cwilZqU/s320/missing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>HOY estoy melosa y melancolica...sensible en extremo...por eso le puse este titulo (dibujo: missing)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-7774293325548315403?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-90975059869893029952008-12-01T10:20:00.000-08:002008-12-01T10:52:16.355-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/STQyUqa4phI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pVv3YxkcNso/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274896394123519506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/STQyUqa4phI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pVv3YxkcNso/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Las letanías de Satán de Charles Baudelaire expresan una parte del mundo que me gusta, que generalmente no es tema cuando se habla de espiritualidad, en el sentido ontologico de nuestro "estar" en el mundo...el mal no necesariamente es el mal, no es dualismo todo, la mala conciencia segun Nietzsche, ... el mundo es para todos, "ninguna estrella sobra en el cielo", me parece absolutamente espiritual...decir que el destierro tambien es un lugar o la caída...como dice Sloterdijk.... ¿ que son las esperanzas frustradas sino ocasiones para nuevos intentos ? , este dibujo es el intento de despejar el camino de todo... las manos ...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>ahi sobre los hechos tienes que actuar y ver las cosas como son, lo peor que te pudo pasar es lo mejor que te pudo pasar...y aunque a veces te averguences...se debe llevar el rojo con orgullo...estoy tomando al azar lo que pienso de las letanías...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"tu que amando a la muerte vieja y recia querida, la esperanza engendraste...esa esplendida loca..."</div><br /><div>"...tu que sabes en dónde, en que tierra envidiosa oculto un Dios celoso los tesoros del mundo...</div><br /><div>...tu que ves con tus ojos , el profundo escondrijo donde duerme enterrado el metal que buscamos...</div><br /><div>...tu que ocultas abismos con tu anchísima mano al sonambulo errante de las altas cornisas... </div><br /><div>...tu que magicamente haces blandos los huesos del borracho inseguro al que arroya un caballo..."</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-9097505986989302995?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-37722275820239509942008-11-29T14:09:00.000-08:002008-11-29T14:12:53.884-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/STG-Dpk05CI/AAAAAAAAAng/h0jWJTfg-P4/s1600-h/DSCF0081_copia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274205608536761378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/STG-Dpk05CI/AAAAAAAAAng/h0jWJTfg-P4/s320/DSCF0081_copia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>no comments como decia gainsbourg...tendra el truco?....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-3772227582023950994?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-90626579387328853722008-11-26T08:13:00.000-08:002008-11-26T09:25:03.779-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SS2F_Y0TQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/jRB7Af6j1Bg/s1600-h/THE+LAND+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273018062760788882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SS2F_Y0TQ5I/AAAAAAAAAnY/jRB7Af6j1Bg/s320/THE+LAND+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Un grupo de xilografias infantiles, y dibujos un tanto sangriento de la matanza -genocidio selknam, con visiones deformadas y opiniones erradas de esta maravillosa cultura...aun me deja mal leer a darwin , con todas esas descripciones tan tristes sobre ellos, este dibujo es el humo , la fogata , aparece una anciana, unos espiritus selknam "kotaix" o "halahaches" y "koshmenk mezclado con tanu" , aun no estan listos este es uno de ellos...segun darwin estos "indios" se comian a las ancianas cuando tenian hambre y no habia nada , las ahogaban con el humo de las fogatas...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-9062657938732885372?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-34431780780352136732008-10-17T08:23:00.000-07:002008-10-17T09:23:14.288-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SPi7o2ifwqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RkQ_AZ0Iopg/s1600-h/DESPE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258158875464417954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SPi7o2ifwqI/AAAAAAAAAl8/RkQ_AZ0Iopg/s320/DESPE.jpg" border="0" /></a> Despedida del taller es un dibujo acuarelado, del año 99 , suena lejanisimo...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-3443178078035213673?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-88895415468281284272008-09-20T11:24:00.000-07:002008-09-20T11:29:16.574-07:00<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNVARCkzykI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pwnRNGDuTSM/s1600-h/pajarillo+bajo+el+arbolillo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248171602263394882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNVARCkzykI/AAAAAAAAAbg/pwnRNGDuTSM/s320/pajarillo+bajo+el+arbolillo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNVARjLFgeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Oq4_pN_vcxo/s1600-h/planta+carnivora.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248171611013874146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNVARjLFgeI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Oq4_pN_vcxo/s320/planta+carnivora.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNVAR12tEqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nOBSZ2wcQa0/s1600-h/subete+a+mi+caballo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248171616028660386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNVAR12tEqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nOBSZ2wcQa0/s320/subete+a+mi+caballo.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p> </p><ol><li>pajarillo en el arbolillo (de la cancion "pupila de aguila" de violeta parra)</li><li>planta carnivora...(serie sin nombre de acompañantes imaginarios, aún no tiene nombre)</li><li>subete a mi caballo ( imagen hermana de electric tio rené)</li></ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-8889541546828128427?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-55307555934525177882008-09-20T10:55:00.000-07:002008-09-20T11:00:46.796-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNU6LWRC-NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lVqCMv6b7Hg/s1600-h/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248164907400231122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SNU6LWRC-NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/lVqCMv6b7Hg/s320/Sin+t%C3%ADtulo-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Para que no digan que no hay colores...(imagen del libro de la pequeña casa de la noche)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-5530755593452517788?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-9116456465963469992008-08-31T20:53:00.001-07:002008-08-31T20:55:23.605-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLtnhBhsGyI/AAAAAAAAAao/K2MeJGb9NUY/s1600-h/MISERICORDIA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240896408418786082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLtnhBhsGyI/AAAAAAAAAao/K2MeJGb9NUY/s320/MISERICORDIA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Camino hacia la escalera...los objetos se caen...mi madre en el umbral de la puerta de mi casa...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-911645646596346999?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-41902261756725753742008-08-31T20:38:00.000-07:002008-08-31T20:52:49.741-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLtkF84enXI/AAAAAAAAAag/3VNaxOqEEKQ/s1600-h/img001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240892644780842354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLtkF84enXI/AAAAAAAAAag/3VNaxOqEEKQ/s320/img001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>"...(ineluctable como un cierre definitivo de nuestros parpados)</p><p>"<em>abramos los ojos para experimentar lo que no vemos</em>, lo que ya no veremos-o mas bien-para experimentar lo que con toda evidencia no vemos (la evidencia visible) nos mira empero como una obra (una obra visual) de pérdida.</p><p>...la modalidad de lo visible deviene ineluctable-es decir condenada a una cuestion de <em>ser</em>-cuando "ver" es sentir que algo se nos escapa ineluctablemente: dicho de otra manera, cuando ver es perder. Todo está alli. (Georges Didi Huberman, "<em>Lo que vemos, lo que nos mira</em>" p17.)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-4190226175672575374?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-54180100914186167952008-08-30T01:37:00.000-07:002008-08-30T01:45:19.725-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLkIZPrEP8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/OzOLNZHlmsg/s1600-h/testamento+de+infancia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240228871219199938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLkIZPrEP8I/AAAAAAAAAaY/OzOLNZHlmsg/s400/testamento+de+infancia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-5418010091418616795?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-813205981396222742008-08-29T09:02:00.001-07:002008-08-29T09:13:31.209-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLggIN6ozVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LLlJWaB6d20/s1600-h/autorretrato+con+un+fueguino+contemporaneo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239973491992218962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLggIN6ozVI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/LLlJWaB6d20/s320/autorretrato+con+un+fueguino+contemporaneo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>(autorretrato con un fueguino contemporaneo)detalle de un dibujo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-81320598139622274?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-71834580409541783782008-08-29T08:53:00.000-07:002008-08-29T08:56:20.170-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLgcDS0PHTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LXOR34k3j98/s1600-h/LOS+NI%C3%91OS+JUGANDO+AFUERA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239969009361689906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLgcDS0PHTI/AAAAAAAAAaA/LXOR34k3j98/s320/LOS+NI%C3%91OS+JUGANDO+AFUERA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>los niños se escuchan jugando afuera</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-7183458040954178378?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-75512641052583288702008-08-23T10:33:00.000-07:002008-08-23T18:45:37.328-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLBKhVDNozI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nrtdOIDEckI/s1600-h/LA+MISTERIOSA+FAMILIA+CULEBRA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237768303078646578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLBKhVDNozI/AAAAAAAAAZo/nrtdOIDEckI/s320/LA+MISTERIOSA+FAMILIA+CULEBRA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLBKhip8SUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/P1ol9-4nozE/s1600-h/viejita+culebra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237768306730748226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLBKhip8SUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/P1ol9-4nozE/s320/viejita+culebra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLBKh5ei92I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/NLckrtqygxs/s1600-h/SOBRE+DISCUSIONES+ABSURDAS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237768312856967010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLBKh5ei92I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/NLckrtqygxs/s320/SOBRE+DISCUSIONES+ABSURDAS.jpg" border="0" /></a> La primera imagen es de un cuento que se llama "la misteriosa familia de los culebra" abajo una de las "viejitas culebra"...la imagen de mas abajo es "sobre discusiones absurdas"...sobre un hecho acontecido en la calle...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-7551264105258328870?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-69956097428353945202008-08-23T09:36:00.000-07:002008-08-23T09:55:44.690-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_KeCDLTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2JzpVww9zRQ/s1600-h/abuela+muerta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755815724789042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_KeCDLTI/AAAAAAAAAZI/2JzpVww9zRQ/s320/abuela+muerta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_LY6vhiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AxsVeyUkZ2Q/s1600-h/murmullo+entre+los+arboles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755831531832866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_LY6vhiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AxsVeyUkZ2Q/s320/murmullo+entre+los+arboles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_Lhr8_hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dDwoc8mZxWc/s1600-h/BA%C3%91O+BARON+DE+CARCER.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755833885720082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_Lhr8_hI/AAAAAAAAAZY/dDwoc8mZxWc/s320/BA%C3%91O+BARON+DE+CARCER.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_LiXREmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CobqgnKMKH8/s1600-h/manos+de+gengibre+dos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237755834067391074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA_LiXREmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/CobqgnKMKH8/s320/manos+de+gengibre+dos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>ABUELA MUERTA ...</li><li>MURMULLO ENTRE LOS ARBOLES</li><li>BAÑO DE BARON DE CARCER</li><li> HOMBRE MANOS DE JENJIBRE (2)</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-6995609742835394520?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-42909574365834422812008-08-23T08:59:00.000-07:002008-08-23T09:30:57.270-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA5-CKHCdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hklNO40OXPQ/s1600-h/TUNEL+LA+CALAVERA+LLAY+LLAY.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237750104525834706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SLA5-CKHCdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/hklNO40OXPQ/s320/TUNEL+LA+CALAVERA+LLAY+LLAY.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Túnel la calavera (Llay Llay) , (quien se acuerda de la muerte de onofre...) un túnel, individualizado, un espacio con nombre , para mostrar que no hay ninguna placa que haga recordar los pequeños relatos alrededor de este lugar...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-4290957436583442281?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-19704759657507907362008-08-17T18:49:00.001-07:002008-08-17T18:56:59.382-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWZrpNIPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GR1dQa14y4c/s1600-h/el+ni%C3%B1o+duerme.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235670303518826738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWZrpNIPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GR1dQa14y4c/s320/el+ni%C3%B1o+duerme.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWaIX2ZnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/U-Nw8LAvJ9M/s1600-h/cuento+tarde+en+el+84+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235670311230662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWaIX2ZnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/U-Nw8LAvJ9M/s320/cuento+tarde+en+el+84+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWaAfqLrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3W_BEuZ5skc/s1600-h/escapando+de+los+pacos+con+mi+madre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235670309115932338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWaAfqLrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3W_BEuZ5skc/s320/escapando+de+los+pacos+con+mi+madre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWaWj01kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/idfvgWVjUio/s1600-h/SE%C3%91OR+DEL+CAMPO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235670315038987842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjWaWj01kI/AAAAAAAAAYs/idfvgWVjUio/s320/SE%C3%91OR+DEL+CAMPO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-1970475965750790736?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-43522548775584936222008-08-17T18:15:00.000-07:002008-08-17T18:33:03.042-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjRFKIudMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cygXVblkSNk/s1600-h/PUENTE+BULNES+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235664453368706242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjRFKIudMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cygXVblkSNk/s320/PUENTE+BULNES+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjRGYrhOuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6xweUI8GZt4/s1600-h/hay+algo+raro+en+ese+campo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235664474452605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjRGYrhOuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6xweUI8GZt4/s320/hay+algo+raro+en+ese+campo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjRGt_dmJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xau1d2iceEc/s1600-h/RECUERDO+BORROSO+DE+MIS+PADRES.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235664480173398162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKjRGt_dmJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xau1d2iceEc/s320/RECUERDO+BORROSO+DE+MIS+PADRES.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aca hay tres imagenes, la primera, mis padres, a quienes me costaba recordar con exactitud cuando me encontraba lejos, luego, dos relatos diferentes...el campo que estaba situado al lado del rio, el porton, y el tercero, el puente bulnes...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-4352254877558493622?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-48083211559240890972008-08-17T14:31:00.000-07:002008-08-17T14:39:28.050-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKiaOkR3eNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e2Q-qu5Rn_o/s1600-h/perro-lobo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235604141865662674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKiaOkR3eNI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e2Q-qu5Rn_o/s320/perro-lobo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKiaPJSbm-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5C7C1zrGhaw/s1600-h/alejate+de+mi+casa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235604151800142818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SKiaPJSbm-I/AAAAAAAAAXA/5C7C1zrGhaw/s320/alejate+de+mi+casa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-4808321155924089097?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-89318016677275139252008-06-28T03:03:00.000-07:002008-06-28T03:15:14.819-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SGYN2NjxvwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CHYbeJ1DN0I/s1600-h/P1140245.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216872443359117058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/SGYN2NjxvwI/AAAAAAAAAWw/CHYbeJ1DN0I/s320/P1140245.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ilustracion para la revista franco-armenia, sobre el genocidio en armenia y los discuros revisionistas...(subire una imagen mejor la proxima vez)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-8931801667727513925?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-63821089644299107022008-03-04T14:13:00.000-08:002008-03-06T06:05:50.982-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8_5v8Jhq5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZvhYeJebmMo/s1600-h/Presentac_expo_emergentes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174629098867239826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8_5v8Jhq5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZvhYeJebmMo/s320/Presentac_expo_emergentes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R83M4MJhq2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/AzOaBCnPFNY/s1600-h/EL+MUERTO+A+ORILLAS+DEL+RIO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174016812624489314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R83M4MJhq2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/AzOaBCnPFNY/s320/EL+MUERTO+A+ORILLAS+DEL+RIO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R83M4sJhq3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/312pVKJ_wQY/s1600-h/SOBRE+EL+VUELO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174016821214423922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R83M4sJhq3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/312pVKJ_wQY/s320/SOBRE+EL+VUELO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R83M5MJhq4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/wuFVBcZAWFU/s1600-h/P1120930.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174016829804358530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R83M5MJhq4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/wuFVBcZAWFU/s320/P1120930.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Por fin he terminado el libro, es muy gordo y las unicas imagenes que alcance a tener son estas, ya hare un pdf para ver entero.gracias a los buenisimos amigos que me ayudaron, en especial gracias a rafa, y gracias anne.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-6382108964429910702?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-62411066730013332742008-03-01T06:36:00.000-08:002008-03-01T07:12:45.015-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lyUlsuDBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/MyPau6lNAd8/s1600-h/PORTADA+LIBRO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172791345054354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lyUlsuDBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/MyPau6lNAd8/s320/PORTADA+LIBRO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxgFsuC8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bPd0QLffL1A/s1600-h/LIBRO5-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172790443111222210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxgFsuC8I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bPd0QLffL1A/s320/LIBRO5-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxgFsuC9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/STihg02dMDc/s1600-h/LIBRO+4-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172790443111222226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxgFsuC9I/AAAAAAAAAUs/STihg02dMDc/s320/LIBRO+4-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxglsuC-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/9vXTdymTsuw/s1600-h/LIBRO+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172790451701156834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxglsuC-I/AAAAAAAAAU0/9vXTdymTsuw/s320/LIBRO+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxglsuC_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/QLUQF58fMTE/s1600-h/LIBRO+2-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172790451701156850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxglsuC_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/QLUQF58fMTE/s320/LIBRO+2-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxg1suDAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Lyyi4U67Gu8/s1600-h/LIBRO+1-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172790455996124162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lxg1suDAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Lyyi4U67Gu8/s320/LIBRO+1-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw51suC3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-9U1S50uSj0/s1600-h/LIBRO10-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172789785981225842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw51suC3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-9U1S50uSj0/s200/LIBRO10-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw6VsuC4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/E5F3bHfIbEU/s1600-h/LIBRO9-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172789794571160450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw6VsuC4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/E5F3bHfIbEU/s200/LIBRO9-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw6VsuC5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/T6_jYV1hySU/s1600-h/LIBRO8-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172789794571160466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw6VsuC5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/T6_jYV1hySU/s200/LIBRO8-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw61suC6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/QaxM9ARJo5k/s1600-h/LIBRO7-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172789803161095074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw61suC6I/AAAAAAAAAUU/QaxM9ARJo5k/s200/LIBRO7-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw61suC7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/-l4ksHuwS-A/s1600-h/LIBRO6-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172789803161095090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R8lw61suC7I/AAAAAAAAAUc/-l4ksHuwS-A/s200/LIBRO6-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>En la pequeña casa de la noche es una historia que relaciona cuatro cosas, un texto de Niet</div></div></div>zsche, "de la virtud empequeñecedora", un poema de teillier "en la secreta casa de la noche"(de ahi el nombre del blog, la catastrofe de Valdivia 1960 , y puerto saavedra, cada punto de union posee distintas historias, que se relacionan ademas con mi tema de investigacion de tesis.Aca estan algunas ilustraciones, realizadas en Serigrafia, para el libro "en la pequeña casa de la noche".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-6241106673001333274?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1698260403340513554.post-43440586007914271572008-02-22T06:42:00.000-08:002008-02-22T06:53:58.149-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R77h7vMFfEI/AAAAAAAAATM/U2uQnr7yLkI/s1600-h/NO+QUIERO+LLEGAR+TARDE+A+CASA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nQSS42aw7Fc/R77h7vMFfEI/AAAAAAAAATM/U2uQnr7yLkI/s320/NO+QUIERO+LLEGAR+TARDE+A+CASA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169817838663597122" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1698260403340513554-4344058600791427157?l=nefertitis7777.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>EN LA PEQUEÑA CASA DE LA NOCHEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10630489978762221384aquiestuvojanvaneyck@gmail.com4