tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73317341890400565522012-02-06T08:55:58.082-08:00el blog de mi reinamarlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.comBlogger3281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-89747662778173321472012-02-01T08:38:00.001-08:002012-02-01T08:38:55.318-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8974766277817332147?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-42970574778639249482012-01-27T09:32:00.000-08:002012-01-27T09:39:14.663-08:00si tengo<br />no tengo<br />me falta<br />me saco<br />me pongo <br />más flaca<br />más gorda <br />más culta<br />más canchera<br />menos nerd<br />más intelectual<br />más superficial<br />menos torpe<br />más engreída<br />más sal<br />cuanta pimienta?<br /><br />mil y un recetas... <br /><br />un corazón apasionado busca y encuentra<br /><br />en el laberinto de la vida, los viajes del alma. <br /><br />camino de mi heroína... <br /><br />idas y vueltas<br /><br />emoción y amor<br /><br />casi que es mi cumpleaños.... en el salto...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4297057477863924948?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-51095675902740606782012-01-15T15:08:00.000-08:002012-01-15T15:11:18.282-08:00En mi habitación anotando recetas. En el piso superior los pasos de mis padres se vuelven más lentos, pausados. Enciendo el velador. Desato mi rodete. Me recuesto sobre mi cama. <br /><br />Anochecía.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5109567590274060678?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-77671059224803076302012-01-09T21:36:00.001-08:002012-01-09T21:37:58.039-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6b2Unr7pYCU/TwvOq1B6QHI/AAAAAAAABUU/P63ZtpioHhA/s1600/P6202.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6b2Unr7pYCU/TwvOq1B6QHI/AAAAAAAABUU/P63ZtpioHhA/s400/P6202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695873388925042802" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7767105922480307630?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-61860402346359658772011-12-25T20:17:00.000-08:002011-12-25T20:24:49.298-08:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Azul Pez<br />hay que pensar a veces mas en uno para variar<br />dejar que hagan cosas por uno<br /><br />Hace 10 minutosMarlene Grinberg<br />si y tb hacer menos, me parece.. y hacer en lo que realmente importa.. cuando es necesario sino es un desperdicio<br />hay que dejarse querer y no implorar que te quieran<br /><br />Hace 9 minutosAzul Pez<br />si con esa frase hay que brindar en año nuevo!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6186040234635965877?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-11556515292492673112011-12-12T19:46:00.000-08:002011-12-12T19:47:32.252-08:00perdonar<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>olvidar</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Game Over</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1155651529249267311?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-74133117956711566372011-12-11T06:44:00.000-08:002011-12-11T06:47:48.856-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouq_UZAjqdM/TuTCNoAkWqI/AAAAAAAABUE/9g4Gcu7bMRs/s1600/heladojoya.asp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ouq_UZAjqdM/TuTCNoAkWqI/AAAAAAAABUE/9g4Gcu7bMRs/s400/heladojoya.asp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684882168982297250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7413311795671156637?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-36278013581740413412011-12-09T09:11:00.000-08:002011-12-09T09:12:14.618-08:00<a href="http://grooveshark.com/s/Tratame+Suavemente/3f8pvo?src=5">http://grooveshark.com/s/Tratame+Suavemente/3f8pvo?src=5</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3627801358174041341?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-20463314027226276312011-12-07T03:23:00.000-08:002011-12-07T03:24:44.863-08:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b0j2BPxYOro" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2046331402722627631?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-87593219821100795152011-12-06T20:15:00.000-08:002011-12-06T20:16:23.852-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8759321982110079515?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-15329449621658273912011-12-01T20:42:00.000-08:002011-12-01T20:43:09.575-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Hay quienes han visto algo entre mis manos.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">pero yo no he visto nada. </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Una mirada se rompe</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">contra el cristal de la ventana</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">por la que pasa todo mirar. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Otra mirada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">rompe el cristal de la ventana. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Y otra</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">convierte un poco de su espacio</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">en cristal. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Pero hay todavía otra mirada</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">que vuelve inexistente el cristal de la ventana. </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Y yo que no he visto nada entre mis manos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">he visto lo mío</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">entre otras manos que no existen.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(92, 75, 47); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; ">Roberto Juarroz</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1532944962165827391?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-32535312700208922532011-11-29T10:19:00.000-08:002011-11-29T10:23:54.813-08:00Este fin de año estoy cocinando y vendiendo mis ricas tortas. si están interesados aqui la lista. evienme un mail con su pedido a marlenegrinberg@gmail.com<div> entrego a domicilio. el precio va por mail. <div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Marquisse de chocolate. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Torta de chocolate</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Torta coco y dulce de leche</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mini tortas de banana con dulce de leche y chocolate. (por docena)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mini tortas de coco con dulce de leche y chocolate. (por docena)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mousse de frutilla</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Torta de manzana (con o sin canela)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Torta de ciruela</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Torta de peras</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pepas de membrillo y batata</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Mini tortas de miel. (por docena)</p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3253531270020892253?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-17612021951928986472011-11-14T11:19:00.000-08:002011-11-14T11:20:14.493-08:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykU8iSKkJR0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ykU8iSKkJR0</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1761202195192898647?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-53489619078062101192011-11-04T07:15:00.000-07:002011-11-04T07:22:19.341-07:00más gorda, más flaca.<div><br /></div><div>más tetona, más seductora,</div><div><br /></div><div>más alta, más chiquita, piernas más largas, piernas más flacas, </div><div><br /></div><div>menos gorda, menos flaca. </div><div><br /></div><div>la suma y la resta de la belleza.</div><div><br /></div><div>la búsqueda del movimiento perfecto. </div><div><br /></div><div>más curvas, más sensual, menos histérica, </div><div><br /></div><div>menos, más, menos, más</div><div><br /></div><div>multiplicada y dividida</div><div><br /></div><div>menos ansiosa, menos envidiosa, más segura......... </div><div><br /></div><div>piel dorada, ojos más grandes, boca más carnosa. </div><div><br /></div><div>Me pongo, me saco, me agrego, me arrepiento, me vuelvo a poner, y me vuelvo a sacar.... </div><div><br /></div><div>El espejo me devuelve una mirada dormida. . </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>En tus brazos, soy perfecta.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5348961907806210119?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-7668399608770972552011-11-02T04:13:00.000-07:002011-11-02T04:18:54.496-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRpErF7GQ0I/TrEm5zxVIRI/AAAAAAAABTs/ESl377RkUAU/s1600/Image28.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRpErF7GQ0I/TrEm5zxVIRI/AAAAAAAABTs/ESl377RkUAU/s400/Image28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670356180427677970" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-766839960877097255?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-36320512149951287942011-10-30T07:24:00.000-07:002011-10-30T07:26:27.867-07:00<h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.2em; color: rgb(0, 0, 127); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><br /></h2><h2 class="date-header" style="margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 78%/normal 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 0.2em; color: rgb(0, 0, 127); background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); ">SÁBADO 28 DE JUNIO DE 2008</h2><div class="date-posts" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "><div class="post-outer"><div class="post hentry" style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); padding-bottom: 1.5em; "><a name="5787305823783288759"></a><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4em; color: rgb(0, 0, 127); "><a href="http://marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com/2008/06/segundo-piso-ascensor.html" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); text-decoration: none; display: block; ">epílogo - lo que querés escuchar</a></h3><div class="post-header-line-1"></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><div align="right"><em>Segundo piso ascensor. No sube, no baja.</em></div><div align="right"><em>En un recinto de dos por dos es el encuentro con la persona que amaría, X, y yo, M.<br /><br />X silba. Miro a un lado, al otro. Las puertas, las rejas están cerradas. En una punta estoy yo.<br /></em></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">X: Conozco un lugar donde ir.<br /><br />M: ¿De veras?<br /><br />X: Sí, es lejos. Muy lejos. Hay que tener muchas ganas de ir. Yo tengo ganas de ir con vos.<br /></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>Sonrío, miro para abajo. Me sonrojo.</em></div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>X infla la boca, la abre y saca una flor violeta, estira su brazo esperando que tome la flor.</em><br /></div><div align="left">M: Gracias. Me encanta. (Estiro mi brazo y haciendo una pinza con mis dedos agarro la flor).<br /><br />X: Combina con vos. Es un tercer ojo. Lo podes poner en la parte del cuerpo que prefieras.</div><div align="right"><br /><em>La sostengo en mi mano, todavía no se donde colocar el tercer ojo violeta.<br /></em><br /><em>Siento agua en mis pies. X tiene un regador en la mano.</em></div><div align="left"><br />X: Te riego los pies.</div><div align="right"><em>Mis dedos de los pies se liberan y nadan, nadan.</em></div><div align="left"><br />M: ¿Tus dedos también nadan?<br /><br />X: Claro. Me llevan nadando. Es como andar en bicicleta. Los pedales son las uñas.<br /></div><div align="right"><em>Río, y pregunto.</em></div><div align="left"><br />M: Me hablaste de un lugar… ¿Vamos a ir?<br /></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>X mira hacia arriba y cierra los ojos. Imito su comportamiento. Cierro los ojos.</em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">X: Es infinito. No hay límites. Hay bicicletas nadando en el mar.<br /><br />M: No te veo. ¿Donde estas?<br /><br />X: Se corta la luz y entonces abrimos los ojos. Y entonces es igual. ¿Dónde estas? ¿Dónde estoy?<br /></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><em></em></div><div align="right"><em>Me coloco la flor violeta, mi nuevo tercer ojo. (no voy a decir donde).</em></div><div align="left"><br />X: Si pudiera, simplemente si pudiéramos...Quedar en cruzarnos un poco por azar. Es tan fácil. Yo me animo.</div><div align="left">una flor</div><div align="left">....o directamente demos la misma cantidad de pasos para encontrarnos....</div><div align="left">otra flor…</div><div align="right"><br /><em>Segundo piso ascensor.</em></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3632051214995128794?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-3569473341460071082011-10-20T10:25:00.000-07:002011-10-20T10:32:53.641-07:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uWhkbDMISl8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-356947334146007108?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-63916986537487692482011-10-04T08:27:00.000-07:002011-10-04T08:29:33.211-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6391698653748769248?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-32640036354744063502011-09-21T22:01:00.000-07:002011-09-21T22:02:16.029-07:00<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TwEAF3clZys" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3264003635474406350?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-79041840589067893812011-08-18T20:41:00.000-07:002011-08-19T04:30:13.950-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcbCCeZYBvA/Tk3cIHZaTPI/AAAAAAAABTg/JiOmLlL3JX4/s1600/neon-genesis-evangelion-10%255B1%255D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RcbCCeZYBvA/Tk3cIHZaTPI/AAAAAAAABTg/JiOmLlL3JX4/s400/neon-genesis-evangelion-10%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642407940147793138" /></a> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7904184058906789381?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-16769478523818767522011-07-10T20:41:00.000-07:002011-07-10T20:42:46.319-07:00<h1 class="western" align="JUSTIFY"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Si pensáis</span></h1> <p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-right: 2.56cm; text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >En no pensar</span></i></p> <p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-right: 2.56cm; text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eso ya es pensar en algo.</span></i></p> <p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-right: 2.56cm; text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >No hay que pensar</span></i></p> <p align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-right: 2.56cm; text-indent: 1.25cm; margin-bottom: 0cm"> <span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Ni siquiera en no pensar</i>.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1676947852381876752?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-57955247242178879252011-07-09T09:19:00.001-07:002011-07-09T09:19:53.197-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Hablemos del amor<div><br /></div><div>Hablemos de un tambor</div><div><br /></div><div>¿Azul?</div><div><br /></div><div>Hablemos del amor!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hablemos. clima, caca. revolución. el ascensor. orgasmos. comida. y constipación. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hablemos del Amor</div><div><br /></div><div>Hablemos!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hablemos</div><div><br /></div><div>el silencio es libre.</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5795524724217887925?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-72018011411668224972011-07-05T20:06:00.000-07:002011-07-05T20:19:00.206-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(93, 93, 93); font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 254); ">"Considerando también<br />que el hombre es en verdad un animal<br />y, no obstante, al voltear, me da con su tristeza en la cabeza..."</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" > de "Considerando en frío, imparcialmente" de Cesar Vallejo<br /></span></span><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, tahoma; font-size: 14px; background-color: rgb(135, 206, 250); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rREkMHeLIIM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7201801141166822497?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-88678559650653380082011-07-04T04:44:00.001-07:002011-07-04T04:44:29.004-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8867855965065338008?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-74727706524459974272011-06-17T04:16:00.000-07:002011-06-17T04:22:58.149-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span">Levantarse a la mañana y elegir entre un café o un mate</span><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">una tostada o los cereales</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">miel o mermelada</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">me duele la lengua o los pies</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">no me duele</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">la mañana. bailo.</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">la mañana. canto.</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">la mañana. Ella...</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Me despierta sentimientos de amor. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Ella.... </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Me da ganas de saltar y tocar los arcoiris.</div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">Mmmmmmm... </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; ">la mañana guarda el secreto de la noche. </div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_aV5PbWixGo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7472770652445997427?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-84999869451488640622011-06-14T11:41:00.000-07:002011-06-14T11:54:01.976-07:00Si tengo que enumerar todos mis errores<div><br /></div><div>Horrores</div><div><br /></div><div>Entonces me descalzo...... Y bailo. bailo. bailo. bailo. bailo</div><div><br /></div><div>errrrrrrrr</div><div>rrrrrrrrrro</div><div>reeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</div><div>sssssssssssssssssh!</div><div><br /></div><div>error! error!</div><div><br /></div><div>qué palabra! Ups! </div><div><br /></div><div>Donde está tu amor?? Donde donde donde............. no llego a buscarte. no llego a quererte. no llego. </div><div><br /></div><div>sin embargo corro a una buena velocidad</div><div><br /></div><div>esquivo los baches</div><div><br /></div><div>voy, y dale que voy</div><div><br /></div><div>y nada. nada. nada. nada</div><div><br /></div><div>bailo. bailo. bailo</div><div><br /></div><div>Me convidas?? </div><div><br /></div><div>OOOOOO </div><div><br /></div><div>me pongo los zapatitos de baile</div><div><br /></div><div>en diminutivo. todo chiquitito, todo prolijito, lindito, hermosito... dsjkfhjfhrkjhgkjergherhg.</div><div><br /></div><div>desaparezco por un rato</div><div><br /></div><div><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jRk5Gjl_cAg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8499986945148864062?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-10424241551502085842011-06-13T04:10:00.000-07:002011-06-13T04:18:54.144-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JJgP51Uxoc/TfXwymYYFxI/AAAAAAAABTU/AWEIpLhkKt0/s1600/Kiss.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2JJgP51Uxoc/TfXwymYYFxI/AAAAAAAABTU/AWEIpLhkKt0/s400/Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617660862301476626" /></a><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NLrNhMGPQtk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1042424155150208584?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-43150605908581812862011-06-06T03:54:00.000-07:002011-06-06T03:56:33.371-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MwV6qRx_q4E/TeyyNFH-C6I/AAAAAAAABS8/4azc_wSBuWg/s1600/P1030161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MwV6qRx_q4E/TeyyNFH-C6I/AAAAAAAABS8/4azc_wSBuWg/s400/P1030161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615058773207813026" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4315060590858181286?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-47283771375242531912011-05-31T11:42:00.000-07:002011-05-31T11:55:32.744-07:00tu historia y la mia <div><br /></div><div>los ojos del azar</div><div><br /></div><div>la mirada del amor</div><div><br /></div><div>los olores de la familia</div><div><br /></div><div>tu pelo y el mio</div><div><br /></div><div>las aguas que esconden...... los perfumes de un bosque encantado... </div><div><br /></div><div>sigo, sigo... </div><div><br /></div><div>de pie, sentada, bailando, girando.</div><div><br /></div><div>los dedos se mezclan. </div><div><br /></div><div>te quiero, te adoro, no quiero hacerte da<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; ">ñ</span>o, no quiero verte llorar, me hace mal, me destroza,</div><div><br /></div><div>estatuas sin cabeza</div><div><br /></div><div>¿Donde están los ojos? </div><div><br /></div><div>¿Donde están las almas?</div><div><br /></div><div>¿Donde estás?</div><div><br /></div><div>Cienaga de emociones</div><div><br /></div><div>me entristece, me desarma, me rompe. </div><div><br /></div><div>no sé que decir, no sé que hacer. </div><div><br /></div><div>te regalo una guirnalda de abrazos </div><div><br /></div><div>te regalo una sonrisa de primavera</div><div><br /></div><div>un eclipse</div><div><br /></div><div>una luna de estrellas</div><div><br /></div><div>una noche de mar</div><div><br /></div><div>un cielo de corazones.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4728377137524253191?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-4071323288395071232011-05-28T16:37:00.000-07:002011-05-28T16:47:33.215-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Io7Xb1AkMUE/TeGHp0WPJ7I/AAAAAAAABSw/yK78ql_I37k/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Io7Xb1AkMUE/TeGHp0WPJ7I/AAAAAAAABSw/yK78ql_I37k/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611915763176646578" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-407132328839507123?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-81230372777161075832011-05-24T12:16:00.000-07:002011-05-24T12:19:59.741-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-Ul6tYbGK8/TdwEbO74GBI/AAAAAAAABSg/14vr_vINZNY/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-Ul6tYbGK8/TdwEbO74GBI/AAAAAAAABSg/14vr_vINZNY/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610364101709010962" /></a><br /><div>"Un jour</div><div>Il y aura autre chose que le jour."</div><div>Boris Vian</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8123037277716107583?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-86054978542592083892011-05-23T11:38:00.000-07:002011-05-23T11:49:18.292-07:00<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://algoraroenlacabeza.blogspot.com/">BLOG DE LA OBRA DE TEATRO</a></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT2Goue9_YA/TdqrrQEAYqI/AAAAAAAABSY/rKQRDCP3SgM/s1600/41130_483967660040_610605040_7144700_34081_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mT2Goue9_YA/TdqrrQEAYqI/AAAAAAAABSY/rKQRDCP3SgM/s400/41130_483967660040_610605040_7144700_34081_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609985045377868450" /></a><br /><br />Amigas, compañeras, actrices, mujeres, genias, cabezas.....<br /><br />cierro los ojos, y respiro. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... el ventilador, la mosca, la gota de agua, pufffffffffffffffffff.<br /><br />la música y los personajes. la magia y la representación. talento y humildad. grupo e individualidad.<br /><br />7, 8, 9, 10..<br /><br />me perdí..<br /><br />pedazos de vida de los personajes... mezclados, cocinados, con frutilla y pedacitos de durazno..<br /><br />Eva y los chicles bola, el demonio de tasmania, las arañas, las transparencias de Marcia, la cajita de música de Ornella, las bananas en la cabeza de Barbara.<br /><br />Construcción de un mundo.<br /><br />nuestra jungla con sus reglas, juegos,<br /><br />¿Quién te cuida? ¿Quién te guía? ¿Quién te sigue? ¿Qué te arma?<br /><br />Forma y contenido.<br /><br />Algo así...<br /><br />espíritu. cuerpo. cabeza. pan casero y chocolates.<br /><br />nombres. idiomas. ganas. pasión. cariño.<br /><br />una ronda. un cuadrado. con las piernas cruzadas o estiradas. hacemos control. escucho tu historia. lloras, y me emociono.<br /><br />me da ganas de saltar, correr.<br /><br />me da sueño, me angustia, me hace un nudo.... no se nada. no entiendo el espacio. ni el tiempo. tengo ganas de gritar.<br /><br />lloro.<br /><br />gruño.<br /><br />voy. vengo.<br /><br />respirando. 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31..... me vuelve. me balanceo. lo construyo. la nota justa. me vuelvo violinista de mi.<br /><br />acróbatas del comportamiento<br /><br />en permanente acción. 593, 594... hago trampa 2567.<br /><br />tiempo. tiempo. tiempo.... en nuestro arca de noé..... nuestro zoologico. ahi va, avanza en el mar... se pierde en el horizonte. se funde con el cielo. y se vuelve sol, se vuelve luna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8605497854259208389?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-10207047063272140232011-04-24T18:55:00.001-07:002011-04-24T19:01:42.549-07:00<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="350" height="293" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lQXeRpLk5ec" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1020704706327214023?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-56753830112092683502011-04-21T02:40:00.000-07:002011-04-21T02:44:28.941-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCooX9NC4S8/Ta_8bRIx9KI/AAAAAAAABSQ/j99rb011Da8/s1600/leon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCooX9NC4S8/Ta_8bRIx9KI/AAAAAAAABSQ/j99rb011Da8/s400/leon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597970407231714466" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5675383011209268350?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-6674061140310257292011-04-20T01:13:00.000-07:002011-04-20T01:14:24.413-07:00son las cinco de la mañana.<br /><br />son las seis de la mañana<br /><br />son las siete de la mañana<br /><br />son las ocho<br /><br />son las cuatrocientos mil y dos....<br /><br />son. son. son.<br /><br />al compás del reloj.<br /><br />ton. ton. ton.<br /><br />no hay tiempo!, grita.<br /><br />no hay!, gritan<br /><br />son las nueve,<br /><br />son las diez,<br /><br />son las once,<br /><br />son las doce,<br /><br />pasa, pasa, pasa...<br /><br />y la luna sigue allí.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-667406114031025729?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-22517243672714919262011-04-05T16:17:00.000-07:002011-04-05T17:16:18.546-07:00los ojos del amor<br /><br />los ojos del rock<br /><br />los ojos de tu voz<br /><br />los ojos vivos<br /><br />ojos de vidrio<br /><br />ojos oscuros<br /><br />ojos mar<br /><br />ojos olas<br /><br />ojos de príncipe<br /><br />ojos de reina<br /><br />ojos de pez<br /><br />ojos que ven<br /><br />ojos que reflejan<br /><br />ojos que olvidan<br /><br />ojos que ruegan<br /><br />ojos que asustan<br /><br />ojos de bruja<br /><br />ojos de sirena<br /><br />ojos del amor, ojos del amor<br /><br />amantes del silencio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2251724367271491926?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-50612115896442425502011-04-03T19:55:00.000-07:002011-04-03T19:57:29.682-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=5b2ffa3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5061211589644242550?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-85575147596531879552011-03-14T18:55:00.001-07:002011-03-14T19:03:17.229-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Edn9gvfQJNE/TX7IhFGMrWI/AAAAAAAABRk/dxvzwTV-rPM/s1600/edouard%2Bboubat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Edn9gvfQJNE/TX7IhFGMrWI/AAAAAAAABRk/dxvzwTV-rPM/s400/edouard%2Bboubat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584121058615405922" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8557514759653187955?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-54819860816953457802011-03-10T19:30:00.001-08:002011-03-10T19:32:40.474-08:00te miro, <br /><br />me escondo<br /><br />o no te miro?<br /><br />me miras?<br /><br />O O O O O ooooooo OOOO oOOOO o Ooo O O OOOoooOOOOO oooOOOO ooooOOOOO<br /><br />y qué?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5481986081695345780?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-15809733525156537032011-03-09T19:55:00.000-08:002011-03-09T19:56:42.439-08:00expresiones de una joven cansada, pasada y muy apasionada<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1580973352515653703?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-77911105465948902602011-03-05T10:40:00.000-08:002011-03-05T10:51:06.860-08:00el cuerpo la mente el baile las hormonas la música los olores<br /><br />y el punto de vista. <br /><br />los las los las<br /><br />AAAAAAAAA<br /><br />agudos y graves.... <br /><br /><br />Hoy salí a correr a la mañana. Al principio, me cansé rapido. LOs ojos disparados en cualquier dirección, el cuerpo transpirado, buscando.... <br /><br />Hasta que levanté la cabeza, como si abriera el craneo hacia el cielo, lancé la mirada lejos.. cada vez más.... con el aire... encontré un ritmo.... y corrí, corrí, corrí.... corro... mi mes de marzo, mi mes de abril.... <br /><br /><br />más tarde me cociné arroz integral con durazno, banana e hinojo. mmm <br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=22ec51d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7791110546594890260?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-26078977367434864202011-03-03T11:49:00.000-08:002011-03-03T11:50:22.974-08:00"En algún apartado rincón del universo centelleante, desparramado en innumerables sistemas solares, hubo una vez un astro en el que animales inteligentes inventaron el conocimiento. Fue el minuto más altanero y falaz de la “Historia Universal”: pero, a fin de cuentas, sólo un minuto."<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Nietzsche, sobre verdad y mentira en sentido extramoral</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2607897736743486420?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-9852241617438969632011-02-24T09:11:00.000-08:002011-02-24T09:12:05.179-08:00HOLA,TE AMO, ME DECIS TU NOMBRE<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-985224161743896963?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-67666941941379523322011-02-16T22:15:00.000-08:002011-02-16T22:16:14.023-08:00<iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6scamDr1r3s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6766694194137952332?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-25011729941551590292011-02-08T11:15:00.001-08:002011-02-08T11:45:31.635-08:00me visto, me desvisto<br />grito, susurro, canto<br />me paro, me siento,<br />abajo, arriba, <br />me rio, te veo, me escondo,<br /><br />safhaurihgerlgtlehjlth.ryjh.tj.tkjylkñtñlk,tuñjtyjty<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5nGVaLkCQAg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2501172994155159029?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-30978297078419033772011-02-01T19:42:00.001-08:002011-02-01T19:42:52.707-08:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=512c90c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3097829707841903377?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-15220185620358323682011-01-30T16:55:00.001-08:002011-01-30T16:55:38.144-08:00te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<br />te<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1522018562035832368?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-85258827061030296552011-01-30T16:37:00.000-08:002011-01-30T16:38:00.230-08:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=09db735" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8525882706103029655?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-9462420282309578002011-01-28T03:57:00.001-08:002011-01-28T03:57:21.652-08:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=af85ce8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-946242028230957800?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-14175727253342336882011-01-23T12:57:00.000-08:002011-01-23T12:58:08.266-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TTyWPLuHQmI/AAAAAAAABQ4/S1D_8XwKzaA/s1600/09cyberspace_1-popup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TTyWPLuHQmI/AAAAAAAABQ4/S1D_8XwKzaA/s400/09cyberspace_1-popup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565488427111498338" /></a><br /><br />penelope umbrico<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1417572725334233688?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-17386914860379732982011-01-22T01:26:00.000-08:002011-01-22T01:28:47.271-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TTqjPn1qF1I/AAAAAAAABQw/svxCZVzG9s4/s1600/corn-flakes-corn-flake-pa-004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TTqjPn1qF1I/AAAAAAAABQw/svxCZVzG9s4/s400/corn-flakes-corn-flake-pa-004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564939778357073746" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1738691486037973298?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-20470945171238173852011-01-18T07:18:00.001-08:002011-01-18T07:18:39.807-08:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=11cc168" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2047094517123817385?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-53045978796341455082011-01-02T07:29:00.001-08:002011-01-02T07:29:58.762-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TSCZ8UiulXI/AAAAAAAABQk/akpa-ZT5F_s/s1600/1290780430046.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TSCZ8UiulXI/AAAAAAAABQk/akpa-ZT5F_s/s400/1290780430046.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557611201760761202" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5304597879634145508?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-24680113935926736512011-01-01T09:39:00.001-08:002011-01-01T09:41:31.887-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TR9nARrc8bI/AAAAAAAABQc/S96DzVsB6qA/s1600/matissedance.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TR9nARrc8bI/AAAAAAAABQc/S96DzVsB6qA/s400/matissedance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557273719641797042" /></a><br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2468011393592673651?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-32449733688330243312010-12-10T08:57:00.000-08:002010-12-10T09:00:28.370-08:0012 5 10<br />I know I was already kind of a questionable website-updater, so I’m pretty sure not posting any news for more than six months sent me right over the edge. What could a person possibly be doing that wouldn’t allow them even tiny little second to write a post? What? What could it be? Here are the options that I can think of:<br /><br />a) Hostage situation where person is tied up with ropes.<br /><br />b) Person falls down and gets paralyzed and can’t figure out how to write with eyeball like Diving Bell and Butterfly.<br /><br />c) Person has on the kind of mittens on that bunch all the fingers together in one pouch and thumb in another, for six months.<br /><br />d) Person is finishing her movie and so has to step away from the world in order to be sure she gets it right, and when she’s done, she comes back again, oh look here she comes, hobbling over the hill, wearing a sweater we’ve never before, she doesn’t see us, now she sees us, she smiles, almost shouts, and runs the rest of the way down the hill, as she nears we can see there’s something different about her, maybe it’s just the sweater, we’re smiling too, and running towards her, we come together, hugging, then apart – looking at each other – then hugging again, just like in the movies. ‘we have so much to talk about!’, she says, and then ‘did you cut your hair?’<br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1fe565e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3244973368833024331?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-46710368122059558612010-12-03T09:07:00.001-08:002010-12-03T09:07:54.168-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><img class="tex" alt="\pi \approx 3{,}14159265358979323846... " src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/math/c/0/8/c0810e10b3ae4d0e84e5be4bb10455af.png" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4671036812205955861?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-32106002893076108092010-10-31T10:49:00.000-07:002010-10-31T10:54:29.461-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TM2sc-IG28I/AAAAAAAABQA/yXSIV26efHs/s1600/giorgio-de-chirico.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TM2sc-IG28I/AAAAAAAABQA/yXSIV26efHs/s400/giorgio-de-chirico.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534269130821524418" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3210600289307610809?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-50267144083654548922010-10-29T09:30:00.000-07:002010-10-29T09:34:15.506-07:00<div>¿y si te hago saltar con los dedos del pie mirando la luna?</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5026714408365454892?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-66157151076928154492010-10-21T15:53:00.000-07:002010-10-21T16:07:07.501-07:00Entre la locura y la asfixia,<br /><br />el apocalipsis del amor:<br /><br />queso roquefort, <br /><br />membrillo y pomelo amarillo.<br /><br />Cargar bajo el sol,<br /><br />sin querer,<br /><br />los músculos se endurecen. <br /><br />Denso,<br /><br />disfrazado,<br /><br />ramifica en un delfín.<br /><br />O...<br /><br />Se sumerge y la espuma lo cubre.<br /><br />O/Y<br /><br />Vuelve, <br /><br />aparecés.<br /><br />Y yo.<br /><br />descanso entre la asfixia y la locura.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6615715107692815449?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-43130552844587719202010-10-20T19:42:00.001-07:002010-10-20T19:42:17.309-07:00http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/s/A+Poing+Ferm+s/14bLo2<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4313055284458771920?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-69730926266327424142010-10-19T11:51:00.000-07:002010-10-19T12:00:43.979-07:00increíblemente <br /><br />se levantó sin ojeras<br /><br />Se interrogó a si misma. Se enjabonó. Lista.<br /><br />Sin llorar, una sonrisa en las nalgas. Rápida. <br /><br />Salió a correr.<br /><br />Moi je t'offrirai<br />Des perles de pluie<br />Venues de pays<br />Où il ne pleut pas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6973092626632742414?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-19352823920482513262010-10-17T15:11:00.000-07:002010-10-17T15:27:46.513-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=20a54ac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1935282392048251326?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-4191850460226571602010-10-15T04:02:00.000-07:002010-10-15T13:39:07.314-07:00salir<br />entrar<br />recorrer<br />mirar<br />marchar<br />adelantar<br />cantar<br />aburrir<br />se<br /><br />salir<br /><br />entrar<br /><br />reentrar?<br />abrir, cerrar, esperar, descansar, ordenar, escapar, correr, saltar, andar.<br /><br />salir. entrar. <br /><br />bailar.<br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=50daa19" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-419185046022657160?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-48296522885370515902010-10-12T18:13:00.001-07:002010-10-12T18:15:15.737-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=edfd780" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4829652288537051590?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-22929371870616195222010-10-01T18:53:00.000-07:002010-10-01T19:06:22.445-07:00A<br />AA<br />AAA<br />AAAA<br /><br />Antonia, Angelina o Ana Clara.<br /><br />Anastacia o Araceli.<br /><br />Adela, Alfonsina, Amelia.<br /><br />Adriana.<br /><br />Mira por la ventana de su habitación.<br />Hace la cama.<br />Se masturba. <br />Dibuja.<br />Cocina.<br /><br />Sueña. <br /><br />Francisco Felipe Fernando Fermín. <br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9x8VXukEqe8?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9x8VXukEqe8?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2292937187061619522?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-79648944947048946062010-09-26T12:02:00.001-07:002010-09-26T12:02:23.620-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=002cdc6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7964894494704894606?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-53270431594053305832010-09-22T08:46:00.000-07:002010-09-22T08:51:24.581-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TJol5tfhvfI/AAAAAAAABPs/zqYw_KXc43c/s1600/picasso31.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TJol5tfhvfI/AAAAAAAABPs/zqYw_KXc43c/s400/picasso31.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519765966690565618" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5327043159405330583?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-57755118996830379152010-09-18T14:03:00.000-07:002010-09-18T14:15:49.814-07:00Se levantó de una larga siesta. <br />Apoyó sus manos sobre las sábanas. Los dedos abiertos. <br />Estiró su cuello, miró el cielo raso, sacudió su pelo.<br /><br />sacudió sus pelos.<br /><br />Hizo viento, echó raíces.<br /><br />la señorita Q.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5775511899683037915?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-30598945390145440232010-09-12T17:50:00.000-07:002010-09-12T17:52:21.629-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TI11wBOYVBI/AAAAAAAABPk/PKST6mVFRrU/s1600/47378_439195398845_711903845_5007396_6968346_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TI11wBOYVBI/AAAAAAAABPk/PKST6mVFRrU/s400/47378_439195398845_711903845_5007396_6968346_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194586421646354" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3059894539014544023?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-23890371122400778452010-09-10T17:34:00.000-07:002010-09-10T17:44:07.160-07:00el otro<br /><br />Yo quiero estar con vos<br /><br />Me quedo, cocino, te ayudo. Lo que quieras. Es como la galletita, yo te doy una galletita y es más que el sabor, es el amor que te doy.<br /><br />Vos ya me conoces, y sin embargo te sigo gustando.<br /><br />Hago lo que quieras. Me plancho, me cocino, hago cinco mortales. Me trepo, me cuelgo. Subo y bajo.<br /><br />1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.<br /><br />500 008<br /><br />Y? Entonces. Veni, abrazame, decime que me queres, tocame un poquito. Dale, un poquito más. Uno más. <br /><br />No! No te vayas. Te hice galletitas. Te tengo una sorpresa.<br /><br />Veni, veni, veni. <br /><br />100000000000000<br /><br />No hay nada para mi? Dale.... Dale que sí?<br /><br />e? e? e? e? e?<br /><br />Me lo repetís?<br /><br />No, eso no. Lo que venía antes. <br /><br />mmm.. no. espera que te lo digo en secreto. Qué. Sísísísí!<br /><br />VENI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />mm, no así. Así. No, dale quedate. Yo no te molesto. <br /><br />Yo no te molesto.<br /><br />Yo y yo. y yo. y yo.<br /><br />PD: Mis galletitas son una delicia. Porque tienen un montón de chocolate. Igual, si vos las preferis con membrillo, cambio la receta.<br />o<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2389037112240077845?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-9165744973798007532010-08-28T14:48:00.000-07:002010-08-28T14:49:01.116-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/THmEQM4mS2I/AAAAAAAABPU/5F_9JyHg2Ow/s1600/barbara+y+herman.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/THmEQM4mS2I/AAAAAAAABPU/5F_9JyHg2Ow/s400/barbara+y+herman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510581032935902050" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-916574497379800753?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-20443242515522622742010-08-16T00:56:00.000-07:002010-08-16T01:00:46.151-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TGjvgjR-e-I/AAAAAAAABPM/MFMty5RWX3I/s1600/FLYEROPCION+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TGjvgjR-e-I/AAAAAAAABPM/MFMty5RWX3I/s400/FLYEROPCION+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505913886965922786" /></a><br /><br />Para recaudar plata para la obra de teatro "Algo raro en la cabeza" que se estará estrenando principios de septiembre en el teatro Pata de Ganzo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2044324251552262274?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-14087742103361439212010-08-07T13:06:00.000-07:002010-08-07T13:07:44.641-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=52b1b1a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-1408774210336143921?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-60547342866148185142010-08-04T10:01:00.000-07:002010-08-04T10:06:15.568-07:00LENGUAS EN LAS MANOS<br />LENGUAS EN LOS PIES<br />LENGUAS EN LOS DEDOS<br />LENGUAS EN EL CUELLO<br /><br />EN EL PUPO<br />EN LOS OJOS<br />EN LA ESPALDA<br /><br />y EN LA BOCA<br /><br />LENGUA<br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=77c17ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6054734286614818514?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-84238289305831248002010-07-27T14:12:00.000-07:002010-07-27T14:21:39.890-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TE9NxK2Q70I/AAAAAAAABO8/AX9Xm9SJvOc/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TE9NxK2Q70I/AAAAAAAABO8/AX9Xm9SJvOc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699177163550530" /></a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iniWbac6TfU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iniWbac6TfU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8423828930583124800?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-59534253529571314902010-07-20T12:05:00.000-07:002010-07-20T12:06:28.829-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6639a78" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5953425352957131490?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-21098001369523303872010-07-13T07:04:00.001-07:002010-07-13T07:04:56.213-07:00<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13271177&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13271177&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/13271177">MUTUAL SENTIMIENTO</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user979655">Juan Alves</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-2109800136952330387?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-43890585487443755992010-07-11T09:43:00.000-07:002010-07-11T09:47:20.980-07:00<a href="http://recolectoresdeventanas.blogspot.com/2010/07/la-altura-del-tatami.html">ver reflexión Mutual Sentimiento Documental</a><br /><br />aspen classic<br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a4e3474" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br />vacaciones de invierno<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4389058548744375599?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-84109888048191810132010-06-26T19:42:00.000-07:002010-06-26T19:44:38.357-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TCa6zQm1zEI/AAAAAAAABOo/tKqAXRd1uew/s1600/museo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TCa6zQm1zEI/AAAAAAAABOo/tKqAXRd1uew/s400/museo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487278585791499330" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8410988804819181013?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-33976471788028187902010-06-20T09:54:00.001-07:002010-06-20T09:58:22.684-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TB5IU_VBlII/AAAAAAAABOg/yCWC8efguyU/s1600/AUDREYPORMARYSOL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/TB5IU_VBlII/AAAAAAAABOg/yCWC8efguyU/s400/AUDREYPORMARYSOL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484900921618044034" /></a>AUDREY HEPBURN, MARYSOL KRAVIEZ (FRAGMENTO)<div><br /></div><div><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d524983" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3397647178802818790?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-33922375412601251242010-06-12T16:56:00.001-07:002010-06-12T16:56:48.843-07:00<object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12439106&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12439106&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12439106">Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's - A Take Away Show</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/blogotheque">La Blogotheque</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3392237541260125124?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-6584305970243505302010-05-30T19:55:00.000-07:002010-05-30T20:05:17.787-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2e307f3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-658430597024350530?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-84258171774723205972010-05-30T09:24:00.000-07:002010-05-30T09:28:44.962-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b3820d9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">L'invitation au voyage</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mon enfant, ma soeur,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Songe à la douceur</div><div style="text-align: center;">D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble !</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aimer à loisir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aimer et mourir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Au pays qui te ressemble !</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les soleils mouillés</div><div style="text-align: center;">De ces ciels brouillés</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pour mon esprit ont les charmes</div><div style="text-align: center;">Si mystérieux</div><div style="text-align: center;">De tes traîtres yeux,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Brillant à travers leurs larmes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Luxe, calme et volupté.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Des meubles luisants,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Polis par les ans,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Décoreraient notre chambre ;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les plus rares fleurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mêlant leurs odeurs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les riches plafonds,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les miroirs profonds,</div><div style="text-align: center;">La splendeur orientale,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tout y parlerait</div><div style="text-align: center;">À l'âme en secret</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sa douce langue natale.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Luxe, calme et volupté.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vois sur ces canaux</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dormir ces vaisseaux</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dont l'humeur est vagabonde ;</div><div style="text-align: center;">C'est pour assouvir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ton moindre désir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.</div><div style="text-align: center;">- Les soleils couchants</div><div style="text-align: center;">Revêtent les champs,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Les canaux, la ville entière,</div><div style="text-align: center;">D'hyacinthe et d'or ;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Le monde s'endort</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dans une chaude lumière.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Luxe, calme et volupté.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Baudelaire</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-8425817177472320597?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-39364957915373608032010-05-26T20:50:00.001-07:002010-05-26T21:05:40.724-07:00<object width="420" height="255"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjGDjwxRwpI&hl=es_ES&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjGDjwxRwpI&hl=es_ES&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="255"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://salamatinee.blogspot.com/">ver info</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3936495791537360803?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-74147006342869142042010-05-23T11:57:00.000-07:002010-05-23T11:59:07.609-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S_l6zwvnYxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/793MaXsXgP8/s1600/Barbapapa+postkort+blaa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S_l6zwvnYxI/AAAAAAAABOQ/793MaXsXgP8/s400/Barbapapa+postkort+blaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474541851722081042" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-7414700634286914204?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-9533244315488976052010-05-17T18:08:00.000-07:002010-05-17T18:10:05.350-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S_HovjVg7KI/AAAAAAAABOI/7L48xeedHJk/s1600/alorca1-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S_HovjVg7KI/AAAAAAAABOI/7L48xeedHJk/s400/alorca1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472410925868838050" /></a>Philip-Lorca diCorcia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-953324431548897605?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-57797829596322275992010-05-11T18:26:00.000-07:002010-05-11T18:28:35.290-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S-oD63PEVkI/AAAAAAAABNA/m0HxoDJ1WgM/s1600/mj_nestoftens_polly_web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S-oD63PEVkI/AAAAAAAABNA/m0HxoDJ1WgM/s400/mj_nestoftens_polly_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470189007189333570" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>fotograma de Nest of Tens, Miranda July</i></b></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5779782959632227599?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-58022378780240925982010-05-08T18:21:00.000-07:002010-05-09T07:23:09.455-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S-YPGNFVZVI/AAAAAAAABM4/123Fx0Hl8Es/s1600/culitohermoso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S-YPGNFVZVI/AAAAAAAABM4/123Fx0Hl8Es/s400/culitohermoso.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469075396753712466" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5802237878024092598?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-38101884151115532872010-04-28T14:15:00.000-07:002010-04-28T14:18:24.629-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S9imB4ngFmI/AAAAAAAABMo/6WbLKQvIcgc/s1600/paseosparis.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S9imB4ngFmI/AAAAAAAABMo/6WbLKQvIcgc/s400/paseosparis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465300699122243170" /></a><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=06f9d96" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3810188415111553287?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-38953863311922838932010-04-23T21:07:00.001-07:002010-04-23T21:08:21.054-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S9JuoVVIRcI/AAAAAAAABMg/ArBXPqbppms/s1600/daluyyo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S9JuoVVIRcI/AAAAAAAABMg/ArBXPqbppms/s400/daluyyo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463550937153422786" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3895386331192283893?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-39837288994330779002010-04-21T18:26:00.000-07:002010-04-21T18:27:11.028-07:00<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8414798&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8414798&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/8414798">Coldplay - Strawberry Swing</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2867245">alejandro coldplayer</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3983728899433077900?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-37634137196566296732010-04-20T06:18:00.000-07:002010-04-20T06:21:38.722-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S82pqOaOSQI/AAAAAAAABMY/n45tlRZz4Do/s1600/hopper_edward_morning_sun1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S82pqOaOSQI/AAAAAAAABMY/n45tlRZz4Do/s400/hopper_edward_morning_sun1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462208465957964034" /></a>Edward Hopper<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3763413719656629673?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-64592519570197012762010-04-07T19:55:00.000-07:002010-04-07T20:39:44.765-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S71NT2XIBOI/AAAAAAAABLw/xIpuE_GF21Q/s1600/4.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S71NT2XIBOI/AAAAAAAABLw/xIpuE_GF21Q/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457603326848271586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S71NGvP2jXI/AAAAAAAABLY/AZFA0EKn5C4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457603101600419186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=dc4c1f8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6459251957019701276?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-62893052585892913022010-03-29T16:16:00.000-07:002010-03-29T16:17:29.810-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S7E1AGMVNqI/AAAAAAAABLA/9nZsICQvgps/s1600/clubmed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S7E1AGMVNqI/AAAAAAAABLA/9nZsICQvgps/s400/clubmed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454198899500988066" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6289305258589291302?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-7507451388301793632010-03-28T10:47:00.000-07:002010-03-28T10:50:05.086-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-750745138830179363?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-47920623956007951452010-03-23T18:23:00.000-07:002010-03-23T18:25:21.648-07:00<object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b25abac" 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450019561456234546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=bd5b199" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-3609295988694602028?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-68804143428995225422010-03-14T09:57:00.000-07:002010-03-15T14:27:03.053-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S50VgFUB1_I/AAAAAAAABKA/V6FXFbCN1aU/s1600-h/jeff-koons-hanging-heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S50VgFUB1_I/AAAAAAAABKA/V6FXFbCN1aU/s400/jeff-koons-hanging-heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448534765114349554" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Jeff Koons</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=a7a3a6b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-6880414342899522542?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-57645118820676592812010-03-11T07:01:00.000-08:002010-03-11T07:05:59.170-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">DESAFIO PARA LOS ANALISTAS </div><div style="text-align: center;">soñé que un pez se quitaba la ropa y quedaba desnudo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-5764511882067659281?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331734189040056552.post-43484330212365546902010-03-07T15:45:00.000-08:002010-03-07T15:51:39.544-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S5Q6w9cN6RI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UY4VdtxwqGc/s1600-h/6a00e398ce52b80005010980b0d7d0000b-320pi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_11Sx012qBIo/S5Q6w9cN6RI/AAAAAAAABJ4/UY4VdtxwqGc/s400/6a00e398ce52b80005010980b0d7d0000b-320pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446042462198819090" /></a><br />grete stern, sueño n38<br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=36a8a8d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7331734189040056552-4348433021236554690?l=marlene-grinberg.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marlene grinberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18440194373067251523noreply@blogger.com0