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la cuestión es: ¿hacia qué?"(André Breton)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-4240599523386010292</id><published>2010-06-09T12:12:00.016-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:34:07.054-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MONET Y LA ABSTRACCIÓN (1º Parte) Monet-Turner + Bridge over troubled water - Simon &amp; Garfunkel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="wrapper" class="clearfix"&gt;&lt;div id="content" class="widecolumn"&gt;&lt;div class="post-5249 post type-post hentry category-arte category-exposiciones tag-abstraccion tag-adolph-gottlieb tag-adolph-gottlieb-consecuencias-1959 tag-andre-masson tag-andre-masson-la-primavera-se-acerca-1957 tag-barnett-newman tag-barnett-newman-dos-extremos-1948 tag-claude-monet tag-claude-monet-amanecer-en-el-sena-giverny-1897 tag-claude-monet-el-estanque-de-nenufares-1917-1919 tag-claude-monet-el-puente-de-charing-cross-1899 tag-claude-monet-el-puente-japones-1918-1924 tag-claude-monet-leicester-square-1900-1901 tag-claude-monet-marina-efecto-nocturno-1866 tag-claude-monet-nenufares-1907 tag-claude-monet-nenufares-1916-1919 tag-claude-monet-nenufares-1917 tag-claude-monet-puesta-de-sol-en-etretat-1883 tag-cy-twombly tag-cy-twombly-sin-titulo-pintura-en-dos-partes-bassano-en-teverina-1986 tag-gerhard-richter tag-gerhard-richter-pintura-abstracta-lago-1997 tag-helen-frankenthaler tag-helen-frankenthaler-lorelei-1957 tag-impresionismo tag-jackson-pollock tag-jacson-pollock-numero-9-1949-1949 tag-joseph-mallord-william-turner tag-lee-krasner tag-lee-krasner-the-springs-1964 tag-mark-rothko-negro-rojo-y-negro-1968 tag-museo-thyssen-bornemisza tag-willelm-de-kooning tag-willem-de-kooning-sin-titulo-ii-1979 tag-william-turner-vista-de-venecia-1840-1845" id="post-5249"&gt;&lt;div class="entrytext"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;img class=" pgazlogycsprqdxqbmrr" style="visibility: hidden; 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&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUMAS Y VARIACIONES &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huyendo de la guerra, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monet &lt;/span&gt;se traslada a Londres. Es allí, donde se deslumbra con las pinturas y acuarelas de Willia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m Turner, expuestas en la National Gallery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turner&lt;/span&gt;, fallecido en 1851 fue uno de los pioneros en la investigación de los efectos de la luz, así como de lo cambiante de la naturaleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  “&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vista de Venecia&lt;/span&gt;”, atmósfera envolvente,  pincelada suelta,  técnica diluída, juegos de luz, hace de Turner un ícono que influenciará fuertemente en las generaciones futuras .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://lostonsite.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/william-turner-vista-de-venecia-1840-1845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-6568" title="William Turner - Vista de Venecia (1840-1845)" src="http://lostonsite.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/william-turner-vista-de-venecia-1840-1845.jpg?w=497&amp;amp;h=328" alt="" height="328" width="497" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monet&lt;/span&gt; realiza varias pinturas plasmando algunos efectos de bruma sobre el Támesis. Sus series londinenses tienen un aire espeso y opaco, alcanzando una atmósfera casi abstracta.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"El puente de Charing Cross" &lt;/span&gt;hizo varias representaciones en óleo y pastel  resaltando siempre la estructura metálica rectilínea de la construcción y las formas neogóticas del Parlamento escondidas tras la espesa niebla como si flotaran sobre las aguas del río.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://lostonsite.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/claude-monet-el-puente-de-charing-cross-1899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-6569" title="Claude Monet - El puente de Charing Cross (1899)" src="http://lostonsite.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/claude-monet-el-puente-de-charing-cross-1899.jpg?w=497&amp;amp;h=403" alt="" height="403" width="497" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-4240599523386010292?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/4240599523386010292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2010/06/monet-y-la-abstraccion-1-parte-monet.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/4240599523386010292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/4240599523386010292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2010/06/monet-y-la-abstraccion-1-parte-monet.html' title='MONET Y LA ABSTRACCIÓN (1º Parte) Monet-Turner + Bridge over troubled water - Simon &amp; Garfunkel'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-5521258831236395175</id><published>2009-10-22T12:51:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:22:20.891-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JOE COCKER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XUL SOLAR'/><title type='text'>Drago, Xul Solar + Unchain my Heart, Joe Cocker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SuCUvgI_dlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vmK1l-HHJnE/s1600-h/20-01-Drago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SuCUvgI_dlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vmK1l-HHJnE/s400/20-01-Drago.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395475897392264786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drago &lt;/em&gt; - 1927 - Acuarela - 25.5 x 32 cm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida de Xul Solar transcurre como una incesante búsqueda de correspondencias entre este mundo y el orden cósmico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imagen del caballero matando al dragón, simbolizaba en el medioevo al hombre que logra vencer su propia oscuridad. Xul Solar le da una vuelta a través de su obra. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drago&lt;/span&gt;, guerrero de lanza y capa roja, puede cabalgar su propio demonio y dirigirlo dignamente hacia otros horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El nuevo hombre –neocriollo- montado sobre un dragón embanderado con cada una de las banderas de los países de América ibérica, se dirige desafiante a la conquista del Viejo Mundo. Un nuevo camino a ser recorrido que implicaba la inversión de los espacios de colonización y dominación.&lt;br /&gt;En esa época, la vanguardia latinoamericana afirmaba su propia identidad, incorporado dentro de su propia reflexión aquello que la distingue de su par europea: las cuestiones identitarias y los nacionalismos.&lt;br /&gt;En el ángulo inferior derecho las banderas  de España , Portugal y Estados Unidos, definen su pensar geopolítico. Para Xul la integración de América Latina debía tener lugar desde su unificación espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Abierto a lo que cada religión puede aportar, incorpora en la cabeza del dragón, símbolos como la cruz, la estrella , la luna, con sus múltiples significados, el puente entre el mundo terrenal y el celestial, la creación y la recreación periódica del universo.&lt;br /&gt;En la parte media superior dibujó el cometa que apareció en 1927, y que fue descubierto desde los observatorios de Melbourney y La Plata, sin ser visto en Europa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTYyMjM1OTg5NTYmcHQ9MTI1NjIyMzYwODYxMCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTY2ZGU5ZjcyNjY2ODQ3NWNhYTQwNmQ5NWNjYzUyZTMy.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" style="width: 265px; height: 110px;" height="110" width="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=32795483&amp;amp;path=2009/10/22&amp;amp;mycolor=1a0101&amp;amp;mycolor2=03111a&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=265&amp;amp;oh=110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/32795483" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-5521258831236395175?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/5521258831236395175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/10/drago-xul-solar-unchain-my-heart-joe.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/5521258831236395175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/5521258831236395175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/10/drago-xul-solar-unchain-my-heart-joe.html' title='Drago, Xul Solar + Unchain my Heart, Joe Cocker'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SuCUvgI_dlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vmK1l-HHJnE/s72-c/20-01-Drago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-3365896808934055441</id><published>2009-09-23T13:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:00:02.987-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STING'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RENOIR'/><title type='text'>Le Moulin de la Galette  (Pierre-Auguste Renoir)  + Windmills of your mind  (Sting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kavorka.files.wordpress.com/2006/06/le_moulin_de_la_galette%20-%201876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 332px;" src="http://kavorka.files.wordpress.com/2006/06/le_moulin_de_la_galette%20-%201876.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moulin de la Galette&lt;/span&gt;, un verdadero molino abandonado situado en la cima de Montmartre, era el paraíso de la bohemia parisina habitado por artistas, literatos, prostitutas y obreros. Los domingos y festivos eran días de baile amenizado por una orquesta.  Las mesas se disponían bajo los árboles para aprovechar la sombra. La alegría que inunda la composición hace de esta obra una de las más impactantes no sólo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renoir&lt;/span&gt; sino de todo el grupo Impresionista, convirtiéndose en un testimonio de la vida en el París de finales del siglo XIX.&lt;br /&gt;El efecto de multitud ha sido perfectamente logrado, gracias a dos perspectivas: el grupo del primer plano ha sido captado desde arriba mientras que las figuras que bailan al fondo se ven en una perspectiva frontal. La composición se organiza a través de una diagonal y en diferentes planos paralelos que se alejan. Las figuras están ordenadas en dos círculos: el más compacto alrededor de la mesa y otro más abierto en torno a la pareja de bailarines.&lt;br /&gt;La sensación de ambiente se logra al difuminar las figuras, creando un efecto de aire alrededor de los personajes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTM3MjQzOTAwMjYmcHQ9MTI1MzcyNDQwNTYzOCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTMyYjgxZjA*ODZlNDRjMTliMDgzNzE5NGFmYzQ4MjE4.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" style="width: 265px; height: 110px;" width="265" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=30339493&amp;amp;path=2009/09/23&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=00080d&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=265&amp;amp;oh=110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/30339493" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-3365896808934055441?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/3365896808934055441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-moulin-de-la-galette-pierre-auguste.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/3365896808934055441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/3365896808934055441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/09/le-moulin-de-la-galette-pierre-auguste.html' title='Le Moulin de la Galette  (Pierre-Auguste Renoir)  + Windmills of your mind  (Sting)'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-7115891815808321235</id><published>2009-08-12T13:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:52:49.770-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Van Gogh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don Mclean'/><title type='text'>Vincent - Don Mclean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/JvbbicecScY" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/JvbbicecScY" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Paint your palette blue and grey,&lt;br /&gt;Look out on a summer's day,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Shadows on the hills,&lt;br /&gt;Sketch the trees and the daffodils,&lt;br /&gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills,&lt;br /&gt;In colors on the snowy linen land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,&lt;br /&gt;Swirling clouds in violet haze,&lt;br /&gt;Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.&lt;br /&gt;Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,&lt;br /&gt;Weathered faces lined in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not love you,&lt;br /&gt;But still your love was true.&lt;br /&gt;And when no hope was left in sight&lt;br /&gt;On that starry, starry night,&lt;br /&gt;You took your life, as lovers often do.&lt;br /&gt;But I could have told you, Vincent,&lt;br /&gt;This world was never meant for one&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;Portraits hung in empty halls,&lt;br /&gt;Frameless head on nameless walls,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Like the strangers that you've met,&lt;br /&gt;The ragged men in the ragged clothes,&lt;br /&gt;The silver thorn of bloody rose,&lt;br /&gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,&lt;br /&gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen, they're not listening still.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disfruten de una Noche estrellada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHl4iDsF4po&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHl4iDsF4po&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-7115891815808321235?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/7115891815808321235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/08/vincent-don-mclean.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/7115891815808321235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/7115891815808321235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/08/vincent-don-mclean.html' title='Vincent - Don Mclean'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-496974589852374273</id><published>2009-07-31T11:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:53:19.196-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MONDRIAN'/><title type='text'>Broadway Boogie-Woogie, Piet Mondrian+ Rhapsody in Blue » &amp; « Allegro ben Ritmaton E Deciso » de George Gershwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;Después del inicio de la Segunda Guerra Mundial, Mondrian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;se traslada a Nueva York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;Encantado en la arquitectura de la ciudad, y, un experto bailarín, se fascina por el jazz americano, en particular,  por el boogie-woogie,&lt;/span&gt; un estilo de blues basado en el piano rápido y bailable&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;Vio en este ritmo irreverente una estética  similar a la propia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="_tipon(this)" onmouseout="_tipoff()"&gt;&lt;span class="google-src-text" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Los caminos de color rojo, amarillo y azul  sugieren la red de la ciudad y la circulación de tráfico. La vibración de los colores evoca el jazz y el parpadeo de las luces de Broadway.&lt;/span&gt; En este cuadro (a diferencia de los anteriores), el artista quiebra la severidad de las líneas en negro que había sido su sello, convirtiéndolas en brillantes segmentos de colores primarios puros en un intento por plasmar el carácter alegre que él relacionaba con la vida estadounidense. Las composiciones de Mondrian exhiben una complejidad que desmiente su simplicidad aparente. "Broadway Boogie Woogie" fue su último cuadro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/A-Oq0jbBS5I" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/A-Oq0jbBS5I" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-496974589852374273?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/496974589852374273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/07/mondrian.html#comment-form' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/496974589852374273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/496974589852374273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/07/mondrian.html' title='Broadway Boogie-Woogie, Piet Mondrian+ Rhapsody in Blue » &amp; « Allegro ben Ritmaton E Deciso » de George Gershwin'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-1770530955616467421</id><published>2009-07-02T13:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:53:48.064-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OASIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BRAQUE'/><title type='text'>Les oiseaux de Braque + Song of bird - Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.globalgallery.com/prod_images/600/awi-mg1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 571px;" src="http://www.globalgallery.com/prod_images/600/awi-mg1092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braque&lt;/span&gt; (1882/1963) es uno de los referentes ineludibles de la pintura del siglo XX y uno de los principales iniciadores del del arte abstracto y contemporáneo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entre 1906 y 1907  se inicia en el &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Fauvismo&lt;/span&gt;, pinta los objetos con colores puros tal cual salen de los tubos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuando conoce la obra &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cézanne&lt;/span&gt; inicia su período &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cubista&lt;/span&gt;(1908-1923). Recompone el objeto en diferentes planos y los colores se vuelven muchas veces sombríos y deslucidos. En este camino se encuentra con&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Picasso&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Progresivamente Braque se dirige hacia la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abstracción&lt;/span&gt;. En 1912 incorpora a la pintura elementos externos, nace el &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Collage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;En 1922 abandona su período &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cubista&lt;/span&gt; para entrar en la etapa &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Temática&lt;/span&gt;: Bañistas, Sillas, peces, Naturalezas muertas y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pájaros&lt;/span&gt; (1939/63).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Su última etapa es la de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Metamorfosis&lt;/span&gt;, toma sus mejores obras y las simplifica a fin de convertilas o bien en aguadas (gouchades) o en esculturas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como dato anecdótico, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Braque&lt;/span&gt; es el primer artista en exponer su obra en el Museo del Louvre en vida.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDY1NTMxNTczMjQmcHQ9MTI*NjU1MzE2NzU5OSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTNhOGRjMDAzYzZjMDQ*YTdhZmVmZjRkOGRjYTBlM2Jm.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf" style="width: 400px; height: 180px;" width="400" height="180"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp-sk.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=24564679&amp;amp;path=2009/07/02&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=00060a&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=400&amp;amp;oh=180"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/24564679" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-1770530955616467421?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/1770530955616467421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/07/les-oiseaux-de-braque-song-of-bird.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/1770530955616467421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/1770530955616467421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/07/les-oiseaux-de-braque-song-of-bird.html' title='Les oiseaux de Braque + Song of bird - Oasis'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-975058745114453192</id><published>2009-06-22T12:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:54:47.794-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SEURAT'/><title type='text'>Tarde de domingo en la isla de la Grande Jatte, Georges Seurat + Heaven on a Sunday, Paul McCartney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SjpoLn28ojI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O3D269l9WnU/s1600-h/800px-Georges_Seurat_-_Un_dimanche_apr%C3%A8s-midi_%C3%A0_l%27%C3%AEle_de_la_Grande_Jatte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SjpoLn28ojI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O3D269l9WnU/s400/800px-Georges_Seurat_-_Un_dimanche_apr%C3%A8s-midi_%C3%A0_l%27%C3%AEle_de_la_Grande_Jatte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348702056343183922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El Sena en la tranquilidad de un hermoso día de verano. Personas sentadas, tumbadas o de pie, de perfil o frontalmente, disfrutan de la sombra, en el primer plano, o el sol que ilumina el centro de la tela. Una composición ordenada, organizada en su diseño, casi hierático, con equilibrio vertical y horizontal, suavizado por sombrillas y faldas redondeadas. Al proporcionar un resumen del ritual de la caminata el domingo por la tarde, Seurat congela la imagen en un momento ideal y renuncia a la fugaz y momentánea característica pintura impresionista. La visión es más intelectual y sensible.&lt;a name="p3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basado en el estudio de la teoría óptica del color, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seurat&lt;/span&gt; contrastó puntos minúsculos de color que, a través de la unificación óptica, forman una figura coherente en el ojo del observador. Creía que esta forma de pintura, conocida luego como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puntillismo&lt;/span&gt;, haría los colores más brillantes y fuertes que pintados a pinceladas. &lt;/p&gt; Los experimentos físicos habían probado también que la mezcla de colores los ensucia y desemboca finalmente en el negro. Por ello, la única mezcla capaz de producir el efecto deseado es la mezcla óptica, que se convierte así en el factor predominante de su ejecución. Tras haber reunido por separado en sus telas los elementos individuales de color presentes en la naturaleza, el pintor asignaba a la retina del espectador la tarea de unirlos de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de lo aparentemente acertado de la denominación de puntillismo, sobre todo en lo que se refiere a la técnica de este grupo, ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seurat&lt;/span&gt; ni Signac (1863-1935) la aceptaron nunca y ambos condenaron y evitaron rigurosamente este término a favor del de "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divisionismo&lt;/span&gt;", que abarcaba mejor todas sus innovaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful, like heaven on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful, not thinking what to do&lt;br /&gt;We've been calling it love&lt;br /&gt;But it's a dream we're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I only had one love&lt;br /&gt;Yours would be the one I'd choose&lt;br /&gt;If I only had one love&lt;br /&gt;Yours would be the one I'd choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restful, like Devon on a Monday&lt;br /&gt;Cooling my fingers in the bay&lt;br /&gt;We've been learning a song&lt;br /&gt;But it's a long and lonely blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had one love&lt;br /&gt;Yours would be the one I'd choose&lt;br /&gt;If I only had one love&lt;br /&gt;Yours would be the one I'd choose&lt;br /&gt;If I only had one love&lt;br /&gt;Yours would be the one I'd choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's peaceful, like heaven on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful, not thinking what to do&lt;br /&gt;We've been calling it love&lt;br /&gt;But it's a dream we're going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf?myid=19676686&amp;amp;path=2009/03/20" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=0D0009&amp;amp;mycolor2=0A0008&amp;amp;mycolor3=FCFCFC&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=1&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=5&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" style="visibility: visible; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://www.classicartrepro.com/data/large/Manet/Dejeuner_sur_l%27Herbe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;1863 : Manet, Le déjeuner sur l'herbe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cichw.net/monslave/dejpicoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.cichw.net/monslave/dejpicoma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rss.emd-net.com/public/paris_picasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 150px;" src="http://rss.emd-net.com/public/paris_picasso.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;El cuadro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Édouard Manet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;representando cuatro            figuras en el bosque junto al río &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;fue motivo de escándalo            debido a que la figura femenina sentada en primer plano aparece desnuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;p  align="justify" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Casi cien años  Picasso estudia la obra del artista francés            para trabajar el tema a su manera, tal y como había hecho con            obras de otros artistas: Rembrandt,             Cranach el Viejo, Poussin, Goya,  Delacroix,  Ingres y Velázquez, entre otros. En general, pinta reflexiones y sugerencias            en relación a determinados cuadros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;La obra sería motivo de múltiples reinterpretaciones por parte de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Picasso&lt;/span&gt;: más de 26 pinturas, 140 dibujos, grabados y cerámicas fueron creados a partir de esa escena costumbrista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDQyMzU3OTU*NTkmcHQ9MTI*NDIzNTgwMDI5NiZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTQzYzU4ZTBjZmEwZDRiZTY5ZTA4NTg*MDNjMjNmOTZm.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf" style="width: 160px; height: 68px;" width="160" height="68"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=23035735&amp;amp;path=2009/06/05&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=01090f&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=160&amp;amp;oh=68"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/23035735" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Well I believe there's someone watching over you&lt;br /&gt;They're watching every single thing you say&lt;br /&gt;And when you die they'll set you down and take you through&lt;br /&gt;You'll realize one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; is always greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive&lt;br /&gt;And when time is running out you wanna stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;We all will live we all will die&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong, there is no right&lt;br /&gt;The circle only has one side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side, one side, side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all try hard to live our lives in harmony&lt;br /&gt;For fear of falling swiftly overboard&lt;br /&gt;But life is both a major and a minor key&lt;br /&gt;Just open up the chord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; is always greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive&lt;br /&gt;And when time is running out you wanna stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;We all will live we all will die&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong, there is no right&lt;br /&gt;The circle only has one side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side, one side, side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; is always greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive&lt;br /&gt;And when time is running out you wanna stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;We all will live we all will die&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong, there is no right&lt;br /&gt;one side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grass&lt;/span&gt; is always greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour's got a new car that you wanna drive&lt;br /&gt;And when time is running out you wanna stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live under the same sky&lt;br /&gt;We all will live we all will die&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong, there is no right&lt;br /&gt;The Circle only has one side&lt;br /&gt;one side, one side, one side, one side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-8942742072721857021?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/8942742072721857021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-dejeuner-sur-lherbe-luncheon-on.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/8942742072721857021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/8942742072721857021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/06/le-dejeuner-sur-lherbe-luncheon-on.html' title='Le déjeuner sur l&apos;herbe (Luncheon on the grass) Manet+ Picasso+ &quot;The grass is always greener on the other side&quot;(Side) Travis'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-2940901875507169752</id><published>2009-05-24T22:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:54:36.051-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAGRITTE'/><title type='text'>El espejo falso (Réné Magritte) + Go to the mirror (The Who)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artespain.com/wp-content/uploads/el-espejo-falso-rene-magritte-1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.artespain.com/wp-content/uploads/el-espejo-falso-rene-magritte-1935.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Magritte nos muestra un ojo como un falso espejo, reflejando las nubes blancas y el cielo azul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pintados de forma realista pero alejado de toda intención naturalista. Como en toda su obra  explora el problema del espacio real frente a la ilusión espacial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hay una continua presencia del cielo como trasfondo en muchas de sus obras. Lo celeste parece adquirir el valor de sitio axiomático para la alquimia creadora, lugar donde la realidad visible, y antes no percibida, es recuperada por un pensamiento que piensa mediante imágenes. El cielo, a su vez, es lugar sin formas dadas, es espacio vacío sobre cuya amplitud, las formas y sus relaciones adquieren una especial visibilidad y relevancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDI5MTY1ODM5MzkmcHQ9MTI*MjkxNjYyMTQ3MyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWNjNWIzZDY1MDU1MTRkNmFiNWIyN2YwNzBmM2RkZTdi.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" style="width: 265px; height: 110px;" width="265" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=22266513&amp;amp;path=2009/05/21&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=00090f&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=265&amp;amp;oh=110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/22266513" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be completely unreceptive.&lt;br /&gt;The tests I gave him show no sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes react to light the dials detect it.&lt;br /&gt;He hears but cannot answer to your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See me, feel me, touch me, heal me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no chance no untried operation.&lt;br /&gt;All hope lies with him and none with me.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine though the shock from isolation.&lt;br /&gt;When he suddenly can hear and speak and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See me, feel me, touch me, heal me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;his ears can hear his lips speak&lt;br /&gt;All the time the needles flick and rock.&lt;br /&gt;No machine can give the kind of stimulation,&lt;br /&gt;Needed to remove his inner block.&lt;br /&gt;Go to the mirror boy!&lt;br /&gt;Go to the mirror boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what he's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Has he ever heard a word I've said?&lt;br /&gt;Look at him now in the mirror dreaming&lt;br /&gt;What is happening in his head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you I get the music.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at you I get the heat&lt;br /&gt;Following you I climb the mountain&lt;br /&gt;I get excitement at your feet!&lt;br /&gt;Right behind you I see the millions&lt;br /&gt;On you I see the glory.&lt;br /&gt;From you I get the opinions&lt;br /&gt;From you I get the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening in his head&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-2940901875507169752?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/2940901875507169752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-espejo-falso-rene-magritte-go-to.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/2940901875507169752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/2940901875507169752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-espejo-falso-rene-magritte-go-to.html' title='El espejo falso (Réné Magritte) + Go to the mirror (The Who)'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-4884386012657130675</id><published>2009-05-17T02:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:55:26.224-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KLIMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THE BEATLES'/><title type='text'>Tree of Life (Gustav Klimt) + A day in the Life (The Beatles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShLfzB7Tw7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lByF3RMYiFM/s1600-h/REF-371-T%28TR%25CDPTICO%29%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShLfzB7Tw7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lByF3RMYiFM/s400/REF-371-T%28TR%25CDPTICO%29%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337574576170976178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El friso, realizado entre los años 1905 y 1909, forma parte de la obra que el industrial belga Adolphe Stoclet encargó a Klimt para la decoración de su villa en Bruselas.  El motivo central es el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Árbol de la Vida&lt;/span&gt;, el árbol de la sabiduría, un símbolo de la Edad de Oro en el que se reúnen todos los temas importantes para el artista, desde la mujer hasta el amor, la vida y la muerte, representada en este caso por el ave negra.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;También forman de él, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Expectación&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Satisfacción&lt;/span&gt;. El decorativismo se adueña del vestido, suprimiendo cualquier referencia anatómica a excepción de los brazos y el rostro. La geometrización de los elementos  convierte  la figura casi en un elemento abstracto del que se salva la parte superior, con una de las típicas mujeres fatales de Klimt, con rasgos orientales en sintonía con las geishas.&lt;br /&gt;En &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Satisfacción&lt;/span&gt; los dos protagonistas parecen desintegrase entre los motivos decorativos del fondo, las ramas del &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Árbol de la vida&lt;/span&gt;. La ornamentación parece engullir a los amantes.  El tema del abrazo entre un hombre y una mujer es frecuente en su obra.&lt;br /&gt;El llamado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friso Stoclet&lt;/span&gt; destaca no por el contenido sino por la decoración, las líneas sinuosas dominan la composición, olvidando en algunos momentos la forma para acercarse a la abstracción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" style="width: 265px; height: 110px;" width="265" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=21804300&amp;amp;path=2009/05/11&amp;amp;mycolor=303048&amp;amp;mycolor2=484860&amp;amp;mycolor3=304860&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=265&amp;amp;oh=110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/21804300" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Elegí esta canción porque es una de mis favoritas y me tomé la licencia de resaltar una frase en ella. A quien corresponda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the news today oh, boy&lt;br /&gt;About a lucky man who made the grade&lt;br /&gt;And though the news was rather sad&lt;br /&gt;Well, i just had to laugh&lt;br /&gt;I saw the photograph&lt;br /&gt;He blew his mind out in a car&lt;br /&gt;He didn't notice that the lights had changed&lt;br /&gt;A crowd of people stood and stared&lt;br /&gt;They'd seen his face before&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a film today oh, boy&lt;br /&gt;The english army had just won the war&lt;br /&gt;A crowd of people turned away&lt;br /&gt;But i just had to look&lt;br /&gt;Having read the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love to turn you on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, got out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Dragged a comb across my head&lt;br /&gt;Found my way downstairs and drank a cup&lt;br /&gt;And looking up, i noticed i was late&lt;br /&gt;Found my coat and grabbed my hat&lt;br /&gt;Made the bus in seconds flat&lt;br /&gt;Found my way upstairs and had a smoke&lt;br /&gt;Somebody spoke and i went into a dream&lt;br /&gt;Ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the news today oh, boy&lt;br /&gt;Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire&lt;br /&gt;And though the holes were rather small&lt;br /&gt;They had to count them all&lt;br /&gt;Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd love to turn you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-4884386012657130675?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/4884386012657130675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/05/tree-of-life-gustav-klimt-day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/4884386012657130675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/4884386012657130675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/05/tree-of-life-gustav-klimt-day-in-life.html' title='Tree of Life (Gustav Klimt) + A day in the Life (The Beatles)'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShLfzB7Tw7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/lByF3RMYiFM/s72-c/REF-371-T%28TR%25CDPTICO%29%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-3111272134845232229</id><published>2009-05-05T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:55:51.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLLOCK'/><title type='text'>Ocean Greyness (Jackson Pollock) + So low (Ocean Colour Scene)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.caip.rutgers.edu/vizlab_group_files/GALLERY/art/pollock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 358px;" src="http://www.caip.rutgers.edu/vizlab_group_files/GALLERY/art/pollock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ocean Greyness&lt;/span&gt; (1953)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollock fue uno de los pintores más importantes del Expresionismo Abstracto, un estilo surgido en EE.UU en la 2ª mitad del s.XX. Se hizo célebre por el desarrollo del &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dripping&lt;/span&gt;, que consiste en dejar caer la pintura en finos chorros sobre el lienzo sin tensar apoyado en el suelo, consiguiendo una pintura fruto del azar, sin premeditación. Si bien "Ocean Greyness" escapa a esta composición, es inegable bandera del estilo del pintor, donde lo primitivo, las dos dimensiones, el dinamismo y el yo interior componen una de sus obras más estimadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone rises at 6.31&lt;br /&gt;And fakes all day that&lt;br /&gt;They're having their fun&lt;br /&gt;They never did get it right&lt;br /&gt;Since they got it so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone drinking the morning away&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon will prove a mistake&lt;br /&gt;They never will get it right&lt;br /&gt;Now they've got it so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we laugh and we drink&lt;br /&gt;And we teach ourselves not to think&lt;br /&gt;(and we find it hard not to think)&lt;br /&gt;We never did get it right&lt;br /&gt;Since we got it so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the faces that&lt;br /&gt;Freeze for you there&lt;br /&gt;In your memory when you try not to care&lt;br /&gt;They never disappear down the slow road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of those people&lt;br /&gt;Who bleed by the side&lt;br /&gt;And split from their tongues&lt;br /&gt;And sharpen their knives&lt;br /&gt;They never will get a life now&lt;br /&gt;They've got it so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornfields and pig-tails and&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the stream&lt;br /&gt;The night that the boys stole&lt;br /&gt;A billion dollar dream&lt;br /&gt;From the high jinx school&lt;br /&gt;For girls down the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories are smoke trails&lt;br /&gt;And some may be true&lt;br /&gt;You're listening to me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;If you get it so low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf" style="width: 160px; 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Garfunkel)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.herreros.com.ar/melanco/mystmela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 396px;" src="http://www.herreros.com.ar/melanco/mystmela.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La característica de su pintura es la estática del paisaje urbano clásico: grandes edificaciones, torres y plazas pobladas por una o dos personas, cuyas dimensiones contrastan con la grandeza de la construcción. A veces se interpreta como la soledad a que se enfrenta el hombre moderno, una inquietud, una angustia existencial. Otros observan el silencio que transmiten sus obras. Un silencio por ausencia de gente. A diferencia de otras pinturas, en ésta se observa movimiento. Una niña&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;corre &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;impulsando un aro con una vara. Esta pintura evita la sensación de tiempo detenido que transmiten otras obras del artista.  &lt;table valign="top" id="table34" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="329"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td class="texto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Slow down, you move too fast.&lt;br /&gt;You got to make the morning last.&lt;br /&gt;Just kicking down the cobble stones.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for fun and feelin' groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da...Feelin' Groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello lamp-post,&lt;br /&gt;What cha knowin'?&lt;br /&gt;I've come to watch your flowers growin'.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?&lt;br /&gt;Doot-in' doo-doo,&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' groovy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got no deeds to do,&lt;br /&gt;No promises to keep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Let the morning time drop all its petals on me.&lt;br /&gt;Life, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;All is groovy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA5NDIzODc*ODQmcHQ9MTI*MDk*MjQyNTUzOSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTcyMjA*YzYyZTk1MDQ2M2Q4NWQzN2NkYmRlNDk5MDhl.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf?myid=21216025&amp;amp;path=" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=95&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" name="myflashfetish" salign="TL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" style="visibility: visible; width: 265px; height: 110px;" border="0" height="110" width="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/21216025" target="_blank"&gt;Music"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Playlist"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-2140222015692777642?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/2140222015692777642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-and-melancholy-of-street.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/2140222015692777642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/2140222015692777642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/mystery-and-melancholy-of-street.html' title='Mystery and Melancholy of a Street (Giorgio de Chirico) + The 59th Street Bridge song (Simon &amp; Garfunkel)'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-7297885449247320275</id><published>2009-04-24T01:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:56:42.536-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LÉGER'/><title type='text'>"La Ville" (The City) Fernand Léger + En la ciudad de la furia -  Soda Stereo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecityreview.com/leger5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 329px;" src="http://www.thecityreview.com/leger5.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table id="texttable"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="almost_half_cell"&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;Léger utiliza la luz y la superposición de planos de color para representar a la nueva y moderna ciudad que estaba empezando a surgir en el siglo 20.  No hay imágenes claras y definidas en la ciudad, se ve sólo fragmentos de lo que está pasando. 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at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volar&lt;br /&gt;Por la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ciudad&lt;/span&gt; de la furia&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie sabe de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy parte de todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará&lt;br /&gt;Con un aviso de curva&lt;br /&gt;En sus caras veo el temor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay fábulas&lt;br /&gt;En la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuidad&lt;/span&gt; de la furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Como un ave de presa&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Sobre terrazas desiertas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desnudaré&lt;br /&gt;Por las calles azules&lt;br /&gt;Me refugiaré&lt;br /&gt;Antes que todos despierten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejarás dormir al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas, entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás ocultarme bien y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla, entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre alado&lt;br /&gt;Extraña la tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volar&lt;br /&gt;Por la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie sabe de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy parte de todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por la luz del sol&lt;br /&gt;Se derriten mis alas&lt;br /&gt;Sólo encuentro en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me une&lt;br /&gt;Con la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Como una flecha salvaje&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Entre vuelos fugaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos aires se ve&lt;br /&gt;Tan susceptible&lt;br /&gt;Es el destino de furias&lt;br /&gt;Lo que en sus caras persiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejarás dormir al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas, entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás ocultarme bien y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla, entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre alado&lt;br /&gt;Prefiere la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="submitcell"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="dict"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-7297885449247320275?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/7297885449247320275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-ville-city-fernand-leger-en-la.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/7297885449247320275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/7297885449247320275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-ville-city-fernand-leger-en-la.html' title='&quot;La Ville&quot; (The City) Fernand Léger + En la ciudad de la furia -  Soda Stereo'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-8060387399222544409</id><published>2009-04-17T05:29:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:57:02.697-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHAGALL'/><title type='text'>Lovers in Moonlight (Marc Chagall) + Sail to the Moon (Radiohead)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SeX0X1vHeJI/AAAAAAAAADI/edTEInD-Gz8/s1600-h/loverschagall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SeX0X1vHeJI/AAAAAAAAADI/edTEInD-Gz8/s400/loverschagall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324930824834349202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Los amantes a la luz de la luna&lt;/span&gt;" es un buen ejemplo del estilo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Marc Chagall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiene notas de romance,  de religión, de abstraccionismo y, por supuesto, audaces colores. La alta consideración que el artista tiene por el amor es realmente evidente en este trabajo, y la prueba está en los detalles.&lt;br /&gt;El ángel  es un tema recurrente en varias de sus pinturas y manifiesta su religiosidad.&lt;br /&gt;Esta suerte de aire libre a través de la ventana no sólo sirve para encuadrar la escena, además agrega sabor de la atmósfera. La profundidad y los colores, así como el detalle, o su ausencia, en los rostros de los dos amantes, son muy eficaces  para lograr que  la atención no esté en los rostros, y  sí en la gran pasión de su pose, que realmente es el tema  de este cuadro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I spoke too soon&lt;br /&gt;And how much did it cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was dropped from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moonbeams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sailed on shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll&lt;br /&gt;Be president&lt;br /&gt;But know right from wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or in the flood&lt;br /&gt;you'll build an Ark&lt;br /&gt;And sail us to the moon&lt;br /&gt;Sail us to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sail to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzk4MDg5Nzc4NDkmcHQ9MTIzOTgwOTAzMDk4NiZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTcxMzM*Yjc3OTk4YTQwZTg5OWNhN2I*MzI3MWMwMDVi.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SeNumGFYbtI/AAAAAAAAADA/qcIdQ0klObo/s400/picasso-the_dream-surrelism.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324220785229328082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para una mirada atenta esta pintura es muy sensual, con un alto contenido erótico. La modelo es Marie Thérèse Walter, a quien Picasso conoció&lt;br /&gt;de casualidad en la calle, tomó del brazo y simplemente se presentó.&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños son un tema recurrente en el surrealismo y Picasso dice al respecto:&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo alguien puede penetrar en mis sueños, mis instintos, mis deseos, mis pensamientos, que han tenido tanto tiempo para desarrollar y para ver la luz del día, y comprender lo que he puesto en él, quizás incluso en contra de mi voluntad. "&lt;br /&gt;Pero recientemente, "El sueño" se hizo famoso por razones completamente diferentes a su interpretación.&lt;br /&gt;Su propietario, un magnate de Las Vegas, le dió un codazo que le provocó un serio daño, mientras se los mostraba a unos invitados, lo que redujo sensiblemente su precio justo antes de ser vendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright above you;&lt;br /&gt;Night breezes seem to whisper æ…– love you?&lt;br /&gt;Birds singing in the sycamore tree.&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nighty-night and kiss me;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm alone, blue as can be,&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on, dear---&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear,&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you---&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams, whatever they be,&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars fading but I linger on, dear---&lt;br /&gt;Still craving your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear,&lt;br /&gt;Just saying this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you---&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you.&lt;br /&gt;But in your dreams, whatever they be,&lt;br /&gt;Dream a little dream of me.    &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" style="width: 219px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SdtfymR5GAI/AAAAAAAAACw/KNz6_CU-cpw/s400/Red-Bridge-Paul-Klee-207046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321952707542063106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul Klee (1879-1940) usó el color de maneras variadas y únicas, y mantuvo con él una relación que progresó y evolucionó con el tiempo. Para un artista que amaba tanto la naturaleza parece algo extraño que en sus comienzos Klee despreciara el color, creyendo que no era sino una decoración del trabajo pictórico. Con el tiempo, cambió de idea y llegó a manipular el color con una enorme precisión y pasión. Una evolución trascendental que le permitió tener sobre el color  una mirada única entre sus contemporáneos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf" style="width: 160px; height: 68px;" height="68" width="160"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/minime.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=20367560&amp;amp;path=2009/04/07&amp;amp;mycolor=1D102B&amp;amp;mycolor2=BFC8DB&amp;amp;mycolor3=ED4011&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=1&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false&amp;amp;ow=160&amp;amp;oh=68"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/20367560" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;Music Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I dont have a partner&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Is the city I live in&lt;br /&gt;The city of angel&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive on her streets&lt;br /&gt;cause shes my companion&lt;br /&gt;I walk through her hills&lt;br /&gt;cause she knows who I am&lt;br /&gt;She sees my good deeds&lt;br /&gt;And she kisses me windy&lt;br /&gt;I never worry&lt;br /&gt;Now that is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That theres nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That Im all alone&lt;br /&gt;At least I have her love&lt;br /&gt;The city she loves me&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Is where I drew some blood&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I could not get enough&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Forgot about my love&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-6562317098056776418?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/6562317098056776418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-brigde-paul-klee-under-bridge-red.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/6562317098056776418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/6562317098056776418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-brigde-paul-klee-under-bridge-red.html' title='Red brigde (Paul Klee) + Under the bridge (Red Hot Chili Peppers)'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/SdtfymR5GAI/AAAAAAAAACw/KNz6_CU-cpw/s72-c/Red-Bridge-Paul-Klee-207046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-6135984691674571572</id><published>2009-04-01T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:00:00.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desnudo bajando la escalera + Stairway to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/Sc6_3kSQfdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/akBBlOrG9b4/s1600-h/duchamps-nu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/Sc6_3kSQfdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/akBBlOrG9b4/s400/duchamps-nu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318399171325099474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desnudo bajando la escalera de Marcel Duchamps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que primero sorprendió del cuadro en su momento, fue su título. El desnudo era un tema artístico con unas reglas fijas ya establecidas, que no incluían figuras bajando por las escaleras. Duchamp mostraba la idea de movimiento mediante imágenes superpuestas sucesivas. Tanto la sensación de movimiento como el desnudo no se encuentran en la retina del espectador, sino en su cerebro.  El cuadro, entre cubista y futurista,  debía exhibirse en la exposición del Salon des Indépendents. Pero le pidieron a Duchamps que retirara voluntariamente el cuadro, o que le cambiase el título. El prefirió llevarse su cuadro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Para acompañar este cuadro pensé en el movimiento contrario y elegí&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;/b&gt; de Led Zeppelin&lt;/i&gt;  considerada por muchos como uno de los puntos culminantes de la historia del rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="caja"&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" id="titulocaja"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="caja1"&gt;   There’s a lady who’s sure&lt;br /&gt;all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;When she gets there she knows,&lt;br /&gt;if the stores are all closed,&lt;br /&gt;with a word she can get what she came for.&lt;br /&gt;And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a sign on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;but she wants to be sure,&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you know sometimes&lt;br /&gt;words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook,&lt;br /&gt;there’s a songbird who sings.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a feeling I get&lt;br /&gt;when I look to the west&lt;br /&gt;and my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen&lt;br /&gt;rings of smoke through the trees&lt;br /&gt;and the voices of those who stand looking.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Really makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s whispered that soon,&lt;br /&gt;If we all call the tune,&lt;br /&gt;then the piper¹ will lead us to reason.&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn&lt;br /&gt;for those who stand long.&lt;br /&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow,&lt;br /&gt;don’t be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;it’s just a spring clean for the may-queen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by,&lt;br /&gt;but in the long run,&lt;br /&gt;there’s still time to change the road you’re on.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won’t go.&lt;br /&gt;In case you don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;the piper’s calling you to join him.&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?&lt;br /&gt;And did you know&lt;br /&gt;your stairway lies on the whispering wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road,&lt;br /&gt;our shadows taller than our soul,&lt;br /&gt;there walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;how everything still turns to gold.&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard,&lt;br /&gt;the tune will come to you at last.&lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all.&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll&lt;br /&gt;And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mp3player.swf" style="width: 270px; 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at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&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/1200755871536409448-6135984691674571572?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/6135984691674571572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/desnudo-bajando-la-escalera-stairway-to.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/6135984691674571572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/6135984691674571572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/04/desnudo-bajando-la-escalera-stairway-to.html' title='Desnudo bajando la escalera + Stairway to Heaven'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/Sc6_3kSQfdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/akBBlOrG9b4/s72-c/duchamps-nu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-5992487141305815471</id><published>2009-03-30T13:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:26:18.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quería empezar explicando por que le puse este nombre al blog.&lt;br /&gt;Para ello tendré que reseñar algunas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; es un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;film&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Antonion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; del año 1966, que tomó la idea de un cuento  de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cortázar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las babas del Diablo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Blow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;significa&lt;/span&gt;, en términos fotográficos, ampliar.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto la película como el cuento narran la historia de un fotógrafo en la década del 60, en Londres, que asegura poder resolver el enigma de un crimen a partir del análisis de una serie de fotografías que él había realizado y que amplía en sucesivos &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ups&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es la realidad? parece preguntarnos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Antonioni&lt;/span&gt; a través de la aventura del fotógrafo. ¿Es lo que captan nuestros ojos, o es lo que somos incapaces de ver a simple vista pero que la cámara captura sin pedirnos permiso? El probable crimen que se presenta en "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Blow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" no es más que un pretexto para enfrentarnos,  a estos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuestionamientos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás, nuestros sentidos sean muy limitados para capturar la verdadera esencia de la realidad. O quizás la realidad no sea más que una elaboración mental que nos fabricamos cotidianamente, para no sentirnos ajenos al mundo que nos rodea.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Cuando se utilizan ampliaciones [...] pueden verse cosas que probablemente el ojo desnudo no sería capaz de captar [...]. El fotógrafo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que no es un filósofo, quiere ver las cosas más de cerca. Pero lo que sucede es que, al ampliarlas demasiado, el objeto se desintegra y desaparece. Por lo tanto, hay un momento en que asimos la realidad, pero ese momento pasa. Este es en parte el significado de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BLOW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Michelangelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Antonioni&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese es mi objetivo, dar otra visión, mi visión de mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sYYJdwyS3yA/SdDIzRko6zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/xAzcsPTCKIE/s1600-h/blowup20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-5992487141305815471?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/5992487141305815471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/03/queria-empezar-explicando-por-que-le.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/5992487141305815471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/5992487141305815471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/03/queria-empezar-explicando-por-que-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200755871536409448.post-4806828032427159058</id><published>2009-03-30T13:22:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:22:32.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow-Up </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2Xz1utzILj4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2Xz1utzILj4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200755871536409448-4806828032427159058?l=blowuperic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/feeds/4806828032427159058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/03/blow-up.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/4806828032427159058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200755871536409448/posts/default/4806828032427159058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blowuperic.blogspot.com/2009/03/blow-up.html' title='Blow-Up '/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04713095594619948608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_syECGEwBhjk/ShL28jDStCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/srOpW36d_xU/S220/se%C3%B1ales.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
