<?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-18189634</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:25:54.501-07:00</updated><category term='&quot;MANJU KAPUR&quot;'/><category term='Novela india&quot;'/><category term='India'/><title type='text'>jhodpurblues</title><subtitle type='html'>arbol florido de ramas lentas y frondosas hojas, poco a poco se ira tupiendo con las señales de humo y pajaros donde los nidos alcanzan las orillas del fuego.Todas las fotos son de los viajes hechos sucesivamente a India y Afganistan. Las astillas de tinta es lo mas querido como restos del naufragio que es vivir, naufragios de los que brotan las Islas del tesoro, como no puede ser de otro modo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-4685634282926364470</id><published>2007-12-14T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T07:42:14.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;MANJU KAPUR&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novela india&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seikilos.com.ar/Manju.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b87Jt9RkYzE/R2KkAs71WcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/NvJ3dUiC5yg/s400/MIINDIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143854056379603394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seikilos.com.ar/Manju.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seikilos.com.ar/Manju.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MANJU KAPUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;www.seikilos.com.ar/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Crónicas de la mujer india: Manju Kapur, novelista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seikilos.com.ar/Christopher_Rollason_biography.html"&gt;Christopher Rollason&lt;/a&gt;, crítico literario británico especializado en literatura india de habla inglesa, presenta el universo novelístico de Manju Kapur al público lector de habla española (Kapur es la autora de dos novelas, ambas traducidas al castellano). Este texto es una versión más larga de una nota que apareció en julio de 2005 bajo el titulo 'Mujer india' en el 'San Marcos Semanal' (Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos, Lima), No 42. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;**&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;Son ya dos - &lt;i style=""&gt;Hijas difíciles &lt;/i&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;Difficult Daughters)&lt;/i&gt; y &lt;i style=""&gt;Una mujer casada (A Married Woman)&lt;/i&gt; - las novelas en las que Manju Kapur, profesora de literatura inglesa en el Miranda House College (Delhi), ha sabido dibujar, con enorme sensibilidad, la compleja y dinámica realidad de las mujeres indias de clase media. Estas dos narrativas le han merecido no sólo el elogio de la crítica sino también un impresionante éxito de ventas, tanto dentro de &lt;st1:personname productid="la India" st="on"&gt;la India&lt;/st1:personname&gt; como en el mercado global, de manera que Kapur ya está cotizada entre las más destacadas exponentes femeninas de la literatura india de habla inglesa, como Anita Desai, Jhumpa Lahiri o Arundhati Roy. El público lector de habla castellana tiene la suerte particular de disponer de traducciones de ambas novelas, merced a la &lt;a href="http://www.espasa.com/"&gt;editorial Espasa&lt;/a&gt;, de Madrid, y a la excepcional labor traductora de &lt;a href="http://accurapid.com/journal/31mediacion.htm"&gt;Dora Sales Salvador&lt;/a&gt;, de &lt;st1:personname productid="la Universidad Jaume" st="on"&gt;la Universidad Jaume&lt;/st1:personname&gt; I de Castellón y también co-traductora del libro &lt;i style=""&gt;Amor y Añoranza en Bombay&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i style=""&gt;Love and Longing in Bombay&lt;/i&gt;), de Vikram Chandra (también publicado por Espasa). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;i style=""&gt;Hijas difíciles&lt;/i&gt; (1998, traducción, 2003), novela localizada principalmente en &lt;st1:personname productid="la India" st="on"&gt;la India&lt;/st1:personname&gt; de los años 40, Manju Kapur habla, con gran elocuencia, del concepto de independencia. La búsqueda del control sobre su propio destino, tema motor de esta narrativa, se refiere a &lt;st1:personname productid="la Independencia" st="on"&gt;la Independencia&lt;/st1:personname&gt; que anhela y logra una nación (si bien cruelmente dividida por una funesta Partición), pero también a la independencia añorada por una mujer, hija de esa misma nación. Virmati, la protagonista, busca unas relaciones humanas que le permitirán ser ella misma, ejercer el grado de control sobre su vida que, como mujer educada, ella sabe merecer. Como a tantas otras mujeres del subcontinente, se le quiere imponer el típico 'casamiento pactado'. No obstante, rechaza esta fatalidad y se enamora del 'Profesor', un hombre culto pero ya casado. Su deseo por él se ve correspondido, pero la relación no le trae la felicidad esperada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con &lt;i style=""&gt;Una mujer casada&lt;/i&gt; (2002; traducción, 2004), Manju vuelve a bucear en las turbulentas aguas de la condición femenina, ahora en el marco de una realidad más contemporánea, la de la 'nueva' India globalizada. En la primera página se nos presenta a la protagonista, Astha, mujer emblemática de una India aún sumida en la tradición: 'Astha había sido educada adecuadamente, como corresponde a una mujer, con enormes complementos de miedo'. Mujer hindú casada con un correligionario, hombre de negocios de Delhi, vive un matrimonio convencional pero cómodo, hasta el momento en que traba conocimiento con Aijaz, musulmán y miembro de un grupo de teatro militante. Aijaz fallece trágicamente, en la secuencia de los enfrentamientos hindu-musulmanes que llevaron a destrucción de la mezquita de Ayodhya. Pero es en la propia ciudad de Ayodhya donde Astha conoce a Pipee, mujer de origen hindú que trabaja en una ONG y resulta ser la viuda de Aijaz. En contra de todas las pautas sociales, la amistad entre las dos mujeres deviene en una relación lesbiana, clandestina pero de lo más pasional. Esta relación trastorna la vida familiar de Astha, si bien con consecuencias problemáticas e imprevisibles. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ambas novelas, la escritura de Manju Kapur delinea las relaciones humanas y su contexto social con una gran finura y un cuidadoso atención a los detalles cotidianos. Las traducciones de Dora Sales son muy respetuosas con la alteridad india, además de que ambos volúmenes incluyen un copioso glosario de términos en diversas lenguas indias, así facilitando la comprensión por parte del lectorado hispanoparlante del texto y de la realidad subyacente. Es la traductora quien nos explica, en su nota a la segunda novela, cómo Manju Kapur nos surge como 'una de las voces narrativas más sociales y progresistas de la narrativa india contemporánea - una de las escritoras más generosas y atrevidas, que sabe que en la literatura, como en la vida, a veces no hay respuestas, no hay conclusiones fijas'. Quien lee a Manju Kapur vertida por Dora Sales descubrirá, con placer y emoción, la otredad de &lt;st1:personname productid="la India" st="on"&gt;la India&lt;/st1:personname&gt; de hoy, al tiempo que reconocerá muchos rasgos que, a fin de cuentas, no distan tanto de su propia identidad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enlaces relacionados:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;small  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.espasa.com/"&gt;Sitio de la editorial Espasa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>TODA POESIA ES PROSA DEL OBSERVATORIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOMENAJE A JULIO CORTAZAR y a los desiertos zumbados de caminos y a sus moradores infatigables,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;los cielos de los nomadas son el MAR DE LOS SARGAZOS de los astros, y en su seguimiento encuentran la ordenacion fecunda de sus trabajos y sus dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18189634-115037434018905722?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-115033040329296001</id><published>2006-06-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:13:23.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y asi como en la palma de la mano las derrotas de los astros y las derrotas de mi vida van trenzando un mapa que coincide palmo a palmo con el corazon de los dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/1024/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18189634-115033040329296001?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/115033040329296001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18189634&amp;postID=115033040329296001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/115033040329296001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/115033040329296001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/2006/06/y-asi-como-en-la-palma-de-la-mano-las.html' title=''/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113259300576924791</id><published>2005-11-21T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:10:07.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>en las lindes de la sal&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113257516141602438</id><published>2005-11-21T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T04:17:50.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero estamos seguros hoy de que los dioses hablantodavia el lenguje de la selva desde sus templosen ruinas? Tal vez los dioses que comandan el discursohan dejado de ser los que repetian el relato, terrible pero nunca desesperado, de este sucederse de destruccion y renacimiento en un ciclo sin fin.OTROS DIOSES HABLAN A TRAVES DE NOSOTROS, CONSCIENTE DE QUE TODO LO QUE TERMINA NO RETORNA.&lt;br /&gt;(Italo Calvino) &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/18189634-113257516141602438?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/113257516141602438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18189634&amp;postID=113257516141602438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113257516141602438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113257516141602438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/2005/11/pero-estamos-seguros-hoy-de-que-los.html' title=''/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113164048775424748</id><published>2005-11-10T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:34:47.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;y de nuevo en casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/640/DSCN2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/320/DSCN2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;las manos llenas de frio&lt;br /&gt;como leña seca&lt;br /&gt;aun no ha llegado la nieve&lt;br /&gt;y ya los pajaros&lt;br /&gt;son cristales en el aire&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18189634-113164048775424748?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/113164048775424748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18189634&amp;postID=113164048775424748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113164048775424748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113164048775424748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/2005/11/y-de-nuevo-en-casa-las-manos-llenas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113164012200911268</id><published>2005-11-10T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:28:42.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;en las lareiras del mar el fuego sucumbe  al acre despliegue de las velas No hay mas que mirar a tiera para sentir en la cara el aliento de la orilla&lt;br /&gt;Es facil levar anclas el regreso es tu derrota.&lt;br /&gt;el fuego dura mientras la ceniza&lt;br /&gt;lo cobije.&lt;br /&gt;Las brasas no se avivan cuando la tormenta arrecia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/640/DSCN2020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/320/DSCN2020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18189634-113164012200911268?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/113164012200911268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18189634&amp;postID=113164012200911268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113164012200911268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113164012200911268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/2005/11/en-las-lareiras-del-mar-el-fuego.html' title=''/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113138008713734980</id><published>2005-11-07T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T04:16:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/1600/cementerio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/320/cementerio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;las lapidas en flor amortiguan la torpeza del dia.Llueve como si yo interpretase la tarde, todo favorece la humildad y asi la osadia queda constriñida a las orillas del camino.Aun volvemos a casa dando un hermoso paseo.Estamos juntos y lo celebramos.Mas tarde acudiremos a casa de los amigos atrincherados contra la abundancia y cenaremos sin permitir que los vasos se vacien.No entrara ni un solo mal pensamiento por nuestras bocas.Aun con el olor de la lluvia empañada de flores, como recien cortado el recuerdo, celebraremos el concurrido pais de nuestros muertos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18189634-113138008713734980?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/113138008713734980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18189634&amp;postID=113138008713734980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113138008713734980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113138008713734980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/2005/11/las-lapidas-en-flor-amortiguan-la.html' title=''/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113137927526934484</id><published>2005-11-07T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:01:15.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;en el valle del silencio el rio enmudece para facilitar el encuentro de las piedras con las piedras y destapar el tesoro&lt;br /&gt;del aire mas delgado, aquel que coincide con el tamaño de la piel, el recuerdo del mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/640/DSCN1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/320/DSCN1643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18189634-113137927526934484?l=tardesdelthar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/feeds/113137927526934484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18189634&amp;postID=113137927526934484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113137927526934484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18189634/posts/default/113137927526934484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tardesdelthar.blogspot.com/2005/11/en-el-valle-del-silencio-el-rio.html' title=''/><author><name>karlottiMoryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08540087211651259223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18189634.post-113011330064987859</id><published>2005-10-23T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:21:40.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5644/1619/640/DSCN2338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; 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