<?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-33920112</id><updated>2011-12-15T07:11:04.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fotos del pendulo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-1350009961750726451</id><published>2009-04-15T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:37:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Arvo Pärt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SebRtCcHLaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XsUqXx9HebQ/s1600-h/part.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SebRtCcHLaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XsUqXx9HebQ/s400/part.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325174181091290530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog vuelve a ponerse en blanco y negro, debe ser el destino de estas memorias el vivir en el silencio, recibir pocas visitas (pero buenas todas) y permanecer en un estado de contemplación y conección con el recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy les quiero presentar a este pesonaje, Arvo Pärt, un compositor estonio cuya música me fue presentada en una clase con Álvaro Menanteau, cuando yo estudiaba composición.&lt;br /&gt;He sabido que a su música se la enuncia como "minimalismo sacro", pero la expresión no define en nada el sentimiento profundo que me provoca escuchar sus obras. Tábula Rasa, Festina Lente, Summa para coro y Fratres son algunos de sus trabajos más conocidos. Cualquiera de ellos contiene el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pathos&lt;/span&gt; que lo define, esa introspección desgarradora que lo hace único.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos músicos lo vinculan a la música de películas, lo imitan, lo citan, pero sólo toman el efecto que provoca, la forma en su superficie, es como si depredaran todo lo que pueda ser rentable de su trabajo para hacer una producción en serie, no me enoja ni me molesta, sólo separo las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-1350009961750726451?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/1350009961750726451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=1350009961750726451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/1350009961750726451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/1350009961750726451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2009/04/arvo-part-este-blog-vuelve-ponerse-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SebRtCcHLaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/XsUqXx9HebQ/s72-c/part.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-2412802097926834119</id><published>2008-11-07T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:17:24.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NICK DRAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SRStIbdXWtI/AAAAAAAAAik/WBV7rWDJhrw/s1600-h/nick+drake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SRStIbdXWtI/AAAAAAAAAik/WBV7rWDJhrw/s400/nick+drake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266024224624433874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay cosas que la historia oculta de alguna forma, o mejor dicho, hay hombres que se ocultan de la historia dejando su tesoro colgado de un árbol camino a casa. Así, volviendo día a día, de la luz a la sombra que los acoje, alguna canción se deja escuchar por la &lt;a href="http://www.deezer.com/#music/result/all/nick%20drake"&gt;ventana&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ganas de compartir esta mesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-2412802097926834119?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/2412802097926834119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=2412802097926834119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2412802097926834119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2412802097926834119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2008/11/nick-drake-hay-cosas-que-la-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SRStIbdXWtI/AAAAAAAAAik/WBV7rWDJhrw/s72-c/nick+drake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-2334737373787488756</id><published>2008-07-16T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:41:40.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VASHTI BUNYAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SH7a-MZQbUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GdaxNunsM6E/s1600-h/Vashti+Bunyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SH7a-MZQbUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GdaxNunsM6E/s400/Vashti+Bunyan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223853379810258242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He descubierto a esta mujer, su voz y sus canciones, en un período en donde espontáneamente construyo una banda sonora llena de encuentros mágicos y visiónes oníricas. Me pongo a pendular en el arrullo de sus cantos. Me voy de paseo... este blog también se pone en pausa indefinida, qué mejor compañía para este paseo que "Diamond Day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deezer.com/#music/result/all/vashti%20bunyan"&gt;Acá&lt;/a&gt; hay cuatro canciones para escuchar en línea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta pronto&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-2334737373787488756?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/2334737373787488756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=2334737373787488756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2334737373787488756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2334737373787488756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2008/07/vashti-bunyan.html' title='VASHTI BUNYAN'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SH7a-MZQbUI/AAAAAAAAAYc/GdaxNunsM6E/s72-c/Vashti+Bunyan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-2723643884378399410</id><published>2008-06-03T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:41:42.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASIÓN POR EL MOVIMIENTO</title><content type='html'>Este fin de semana le pasé la cámara a mi hijo Gaspar de 5 años, tomó millones de fotos en un cumpleaños, descubrió el zoom, el encuadre  y lo que más me sorprendió, descubrió solito la composición en su forma más abstracta con la cámara en movimiento, se entusiasmó deformando los objetos y a las personas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207760618116326530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SEWusLYXpII/AAAAAAAAAWk/OHu-fEdl7OE/s400/IMG_1759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SEWtnRTpLXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/TperrrlYb0w/s1600-h/IMG_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207759434296143218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SEWtnRTpLXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/TperrrlYb0w/s400/IMG_1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SEWskwqD4WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/K-hiJGbdS28/s1600-h/nariz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207758291660431714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SEWskwqD4WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/K-hiJGbdS28/s400/nariz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas son algunas de sus fotos favoritas.&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/33920112-2723643884378399410?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/2723643884378399410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=2723643884378399410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2723643884378399410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2723643884378399410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2008/06/pasin-por-el-movimiento.html' title='PASIÓN POR EL MOVIMIENTO'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/SEWusLYXpII/AAAAAAAAAWk/OHu-fEdl7OE/s72-c/IMG_1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-1064046261536761053</id><published>2008-02-26T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:41:45.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRABACIÓN DEL 3ER DISCO DE BOMBYX MORI (II PARTE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171470047780748866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TAm9yLPkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6O_2LRfs1ho/s400/Bombyx+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Último día de grabación en Santuario Sónico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TJbNyLPqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UwV-WNsEwnQ/s1600-h/ciriacus+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171479741521936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TJbNyLPqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/UwV-WNsEwnQ/s400/ciriacus+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ciriaco inflando el fuelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TIx9yLPpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wfG7yCR5gcQ/s1600-h/Giuseppe+y+niÃ±o+canibal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171479032852332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TIx9yLPpI/AAAAAAAAAUc/wfG7yCR5gcQ/s400/Giuseppe+y+ni%C3%B1o+canibal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanino y Niño Canibal&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TCFtyLPmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oHcRUPkU3NE/s1600-h/IMG_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171471675573354082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TCFtyLPmI/AAAAAAAAAUE/oHcRUPkU3NE/s400/IMG_0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Escuchamos, corregimos, tomamos nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171480587630493362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TKMdyLPrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/QLtRhgDEoyY/s400/Mirando+la+copa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pensamos, miramos la copa, la llenamos de afectos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TBWtyLPlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QSOigzMaCsQ/s1600-h/Ciriacucho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171470868119502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TBWtyLPlI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QSOigzMaCsQ/s400/Ciriacucho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Volvemos al estudio, ya queda poco, ahora o nunca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171478083664559746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TH6tyLPoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZEN_2UkzmTE/s400/Clausura+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Paula y Dr. Knöll celebrando en el departamento de MAMÁrcela.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahora a esperar la postproducción, las carátulas y a preparar los conciertos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nos vemos pronto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;¡¡¡LARGA VIDA A BOMBYX MORI!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-1064046261536761053?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/1064046261536761053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=1064046261536761053' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/1064046261536761053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/1064046261536761053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2008/02/grabacin-del-3er-disco-de-bombyx-mori.html' title='GRABACIÓN DEL 3ER DISCO DE BOMBYX MORI (II PARTE)'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R8TAm9yLPkI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6O_2LRfs1ho/s72-c/Bombyx+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-3677963180504052853</id><published>2008-02-08T20:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:41:48.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRABACIÓN 3er DISCO DE BOMBYX MORI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60naXYV9AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IpzocgRZAOU/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164827681570026498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60naXYV9AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IpzocgRZAOU/s400/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bombyx Mori en Santuario Sónico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60phnYV9GI/AAAAAAAAASk/uDSLhXw0ouU/s1600-h/profile+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164830005147333730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60phnYV9GI/AAAAAAAAASk/uDSLhXw0ouU/s400/profile+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sala de control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60qMNyLPdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/sO5DsdoWLoA/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164830737010736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60qMNyLPdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/sO5DsdoWLoA/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MAMÁrcela Quezada, MAMÁnager de Bombyx Mori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60p1XYV9HI/AAAAAAAAASs/9c3Gwiti7Wg/s1600-h/IMG_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164830344449750130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60p1XYV9HI/AAAAAAAAASs/9c3Gwiti7Wg/s400/IMG_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctor Knöll, El Señor de los Vientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60ohnYV9EI/AAAAAAAAASU/HhimiQ4Z5O8/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164828905635705922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60ohnYV9EI/AAAAAAAAASU/HhimiQ4Z5O8/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciriaco Pescador, El Peregrino de los Siete Mares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60nm3YV9BI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FFaXWFnw4yk/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164827896318391314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60nm3YV9BI/AAAAAAAAAR8/FFaXWFnw4yk/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oscar Araneda, y sus tambores "de verdad".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60pHnYV9FI/AAAAAAAAASc/ci5ZajBXDD4/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164829558470734930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60pHnYV9FI/AAAAAAAAASc/ci5ZajBXDD4/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giuseppe Tanino afinando a la antigua (nótese el diapasón).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60mjXYV8-I/AAAAAAAAARk/j4Lvp9flLjY/s1600-h/GrabaciÃ³n+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164826736677221346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60mjXYV8-I/AAAAAAAAARk/j4Lvp9flLjY/s400/Grabaci%C3%B3n+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uf!!! cuanta historia hay por acá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un saludo especial para Fitzroya, con nosotros siempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-3677963180504052853?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/3677963180504052853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=3677963180504052853' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/3677963180504052853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/3677963180504052853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='GRABACIÓN 3er DISCO DE BOMBYX MORI'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/R60naXYV9AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IpzocgRZAOU/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-5542819577043912845</id><published>2007-06-04T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:42:02.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLAUDE DEBUSSY 1862-1918</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/RmQvZscNYDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qCSOS4hmFX8/s1600-h/debussy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072231198798733362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/RmQvZscNYDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qCSOS4hmFX8/s400/debussy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debussy es sin duda uno de los músicos que más me ha marcado. Des pas sur la neige, de los preludios, fue una de las primeras obras que impactó en mi infancia, jamás había percibido tanta soledad.&lt;br /&gt;La fille aux cheveux de lin, me conmovió con imágenes que no pude verbalizar jamás, con belleza tan subjetiva que no me atreví a compartir con nadie.&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna vez encuentro alguien que ama estos preludios, aún mantengo la certeza de que no será como yo lo hago. Es que el mundo que creo con los acordes de Debussy es sencillamente imposible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-5542819577043912845?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/5542819577043912845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=5542819577043912845' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/5542819577043912845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/5542819577043912845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2007/06/claude-debussy-1862-1918.html' title='CLAUDE DEBUSSY 1862-1918'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/RmQvZscNYDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qCSOS4hmFX8/s72-c/debussy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-2581483696903914566</id><published>2007-05-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:42:02.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGES PEREC 1936-1982</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/RkH-HXj7x3I/AAAAAAAAADM/h72gR4UjjrA/s1600-h/PEREC.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062606858678421362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/RkH-HXj7x3I/AAAAAAAAADM/h72gR4UjjrA/s400/PEREC.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cuando se lee a novelistas como este uno se siente como si estuviera frente a una selva, un lugar inagotable, un cuadro en movimiento, infinito. Es que todo en él, cada palabra y cada letra, hasta lo que omite tiene sentido. De ahí que se define su literatura como “potencial”. Es fácil caer en la patraña y en el sensacionalismo intelectual citando sus hazañas lingüísticas. Yo me quedo con la intimidad de “La Vida, Instrucciones de Uso” y el truco genial de “53 Días”. Los invito a conocer a este miembro de la Oulipo, compañero de Duchamp y Calvino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&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/33920112-2581483696903914566?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/2581483696903914566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=2581483696903914566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2581483696903914566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/2581483696903914566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2007/05/georges-perec-1936-1982.html' title='GEORGES PEREC 1936-1982'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/RkH-HXj7x3I/AAAAAAAAADM/h72gR4UjjrA/s72-c/PEREC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-8201901882243664058</id><published>2007-04-11T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:42:02.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITH PIAF 1915-1964</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/Rh0F_9NbvdI/AAAAAAAAACE/J5Joyh-hO5U/s1600-h/piaf!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052200953300368850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/Rh0F_9NbvdI/AAAAAAAAACE/J5Joyh-hO5U/s400/piaf!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este blog se está convirtiendo en una galería de fantasmas, los más tiernos que me acompañan desde un mundo de añejos recuerdos en blanco y negro. Dado el contexto no podía faltar mi querida Edith Piaf, una vida en constante dinámica de demolición/reconstrucción, una voz que resuena sólida desde la aguja del tocadiscos, una belleza austera, como su estatura, como le rue Pigalle.&lt;br /&gt;En una biografía escrita por su media hermana, Simone Berteaut, se hace especial referencia a sus manos, lejos lo más atractivo de la Piaf según la autora. En esta foto se alcanza a notar un poco de aquel encanto.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad, sus manos son como pistilos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomiendo escuchar una de sus canciones más antiguas: Le Brun et le Blond (1943)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-8201901882243664058?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/8201901882243664058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=8201901882243664058' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/8201901882243664058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/8201901882243664058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2007/04/edith-piaf-1915-1964.html' title='EDITH PIAF 1915-1964'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/Rh0F_9NbvdI/AAAAAAAAACE/J5Joyh-hO5U/s72-c/piaf!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-3309039326513979041</id><published>2007-02-28T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:42:03.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAH BERNHARDT 1844-1923</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/ReXT-1xSaCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CoGWCK46rDY/s1600-h/sarahbernhardtnadar3g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036664834822924322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/ReXT-1xSaCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CoGWCK46rDY/s400/sarahbernhardtnadar3g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah Bernhardt, curioso personaje este, rara belleza. Dicen que ha hecho la mejor representación de la Dama de las Camelias. Dicen que ella encarnó el Art Nouveau a través del pintor checo Alphonse Mucha. Dicen que hasta estuvo en Chile de gira. Dicen que le faltaba una pierna por una amputación. En fin, se dicen muchas cosas de esta actriz, yo sólo hubiera querido escuchar su voz, su acento bretón susurrándome al oído.&lt;br /&gt;Post dedicado a mi amiga Neytara, actual reencarnación de Sarah Bernhardt. A propósito, Neytara ¿Cómo anda tu pierna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-3309039326513979041?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/3309039326513979041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=3309039326513979041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/3309039326513979041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/3309039326513979041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2007/02/sarah-bernhardt-1844-1923.html' title='SARAH BERNHARDT 1844-1923'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9PAdJ27URA/ReXT-1xSaCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CoGWCK46rDY/s72-c/sarahbernhardtnadar3g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-116222212337605349</id><published>2006-10-30T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:40:47.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA CARRERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/Mam??"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/400/Mam%3F%3F%20corriendo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foto, llena de movimiento debe ser de la época en que mis padres estaban recién casados. Mi madre, va de chaleco oscuro atrás de la mujer de blanco, sonríe. Es una de las pocas fotografías tomadas por mi padre en donde mi madre sale en segundo plano, Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-116222212337605349?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/116222212337605349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=116222212337605349' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/116222212337605349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/116222212337605349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-carrera.html' title='LA CARRERA'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-116127614252581165</id><published>2006-10-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:44:57.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMBRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/sombras%20rojas.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/400/sombras%20rojas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormía sobre el pasto con la cabeza apoyada sobre mi gran mochila en la plaza de Temuco, hacíamos tiempo para tomar el tren a Santiago. Tulipa me despertó, no era la hora de partir, sólo quería mostrarme las lonas rojas de la feria de artesanía y las sombras que sobre ellas se proyectaban. Hizo bien, a los pocos minutos el sol siguió su curso proyectando la sombra de un edificio y borrando todos estos dibujos, grabados involuntarios, petroglifos de éter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-116127614252581165?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/116127614252581165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=116127614252581165' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/116127614252581165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/116127614252581165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2006/10/sombras.html' title='SOMBRAS'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-116059891350171291</id><published>2006-10-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:38:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIÑOS EN LAS BODEGAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/ni??os"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/400/ni%3F%3Fos%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta fotografía la tomé y la desarrollé yo mismo en el laboratorio de mi padre. Fue tomada en las bodegas del mercado de Angelmó, Puerto Montt. Curioso lugar para el juego de los niños.&lt;br /&gt;La mujer alta que aparece a un lado es Tulipa, su personalidad lúdica innata generó conexión inmediata con el grupo, parecía que hablaran en un mismo idioma desconocido.&lt;br /&gt;Seres de la sombra, habitantes curiosos, estos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-116059891350171291?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/116059891350171291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=116059891350171291' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/116059891350171291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/116059891350171291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2006/10/nios-en-las-bodegas.html' title='NIÑOS EN LAS BODEGAS'/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-115755922402407191</id><published>2006-09-06T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:13:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/The%20Kiss%20of%20Peace%201869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/400/The%20Kiss%20of%20Peace%201869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE KISS OF THE PEACE&lt;/span&gt; 1869&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este beso que es casi un roce, con la mirada perdida en pensamientos lejanos fue denominado por su creadora Julia Margaret Cameron como "El Beso de la Paz". Es una imagen llena de ideas ocultas por el silencio que sugiere, como en la mayoría de las fotos de Cameron, una situación más amplia que el espectador puede recrear según su propio pensamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-115755922402407191?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/115755922402407191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=115755922402407191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/115755922402407191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/115755922402407191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2006/09/kiss-of-peace-1869-este-beso-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-115755010877597646</id><published>2006-09-06T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:21:04.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/Beatrice%20cenci.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/400/Beatrice%20cenci.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/Beatrice%20cenci.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/Beatrice%20cenci.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEATRICE CENCI&lt;/span&gt; (1866)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La fotografía de Julia Margaret Cameron está siempre impregnada de una sensibilidad escenográfica. Los personajes históricos como Beatriz Cenci (Mary Emily 'May' Prinsep) aparecen en estos estudios fotográficos cargados de gran espiritualidad gracias a la composicón, el tratamiento de la luz y, sin duda, a la modelo, de una belleza que define un perfil bastante claro entre las modelos de Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-115755010877597646?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/115755010877597646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=115755010877597646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/115755010877597646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/115755010877597646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2006/09/beatrice-cenci-1866-la-fotografa-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33920112.post-115749431638198363</id><published>2006-09-05T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T09:24:34.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/julia%20margaret%20cameron_the_echo_frontal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/400/julia%20margaret%20cameron_the_echo_frontal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7134/3677/1600/julia%20margaret%20cameron_the_echo_frontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE ECHO&lt;/span&gt; (1868)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Margaret Cameron, pionera en la fotografía realizó este retrato en 1868 y lo denominó The Echo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando veo esta imagen me transporto inevitablemente a un lugar inventado, silencioso. Ella es real, quizá pelirroja. Podría pasar horas mirándola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giuseppe Tanino&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33920112-115749431638198363?l=fotopendulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/feeds/115749431638198363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33920112&amp;postID=115749431638198363' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/115749431638198363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33920112/posts/default/115749431638198363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fotopendulo.blogspot.com/2006/09/echo-1868-julia-margaret-cameron.html' title=''/><author><name>Tanino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14669953174562084467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.bombyxmori.scd.cl/integrantes/leo.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
