<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706</id><updated>2012-01-29T02:38:26.491+01:00</updated><category term='taller de tecnología'/><category term='sd'/><title type='text'>sentido arquitectónico</title><subtitle type='html'>ARQUITECTURA SENTIDA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3211976903176535503</id><published>2011-10-19T19:58:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:46:07.119+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taller de tecnología'/><title type='text'>empezando</title><content type='html'>Desde el mundo de la tecnología probando la habilidad secuencial de una programación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=es&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsentidoarquitectonico%2Falbumid%2F5665271850396886929%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Des" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3211976903176535503?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3211976903176535503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3211976903176535503' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3211976903176535503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3211976903176535503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2011/10/empezando.html' title='empezando'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3819427293580155563</id><published>2011-04-03T21:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:40:31.021+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Matriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivgpV2DoKt0/TZjL5OOnfXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yxpDjj9GHD8/s1600/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591443121312857458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivgpV2DoKt0/TZjL5OOnfXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yxpDjj9GHD8/s320/DSC00609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol Sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3819427293580155563?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3819427293580155563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3819427293580155563' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3819427293580155563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3819427293580155563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2011/04/matriz.html' title='Matriz'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ivgpV2DoKt0/TZjL5OOnfXI/AAAAAAAAAX8/yxpDjj9GHD8/s72-c/DSC00609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1315476908423429308</id><published>2011-03-09T20:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:26:59.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>el lugar de encuentros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBm8XqryF-E/TXfTvtTh6mI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aWGG4z1zGxk/s1600/eradelospensamientos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582163079717841506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBm8XqryF-E/TXfTvtTh6mI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aWGG4z1zGxk/s320/eradelospensamientos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;El viajero sale a la captura de instantes, de rostros, de los rostros del instante, de un presente que de pronto nos ofrece su rostro. Es un cazador de rostros, como de tantos otros mundos posibles, como de tantas otras posibilidades del mundo. Al que observa pero no contempla, al que mira pero no solo ve, a ese viajero me dirijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1315476908423429308?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1315476908423429308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1315476908423429308' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1315476908423429308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1315476908423429308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-lugar-de-encuentros.html' title='el lugar de encuentros'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wBm8XqryF-E/TXfTvtTh6mI/AAAAAAAAAX0/aWGG4z1zGxk/s72-c/eradelospensamientos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5423931269522452007</id><published>2010-12-25T14:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:27:50.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz NaviDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TRX3rEtjbGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/K78kVLJPNEA/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618034802617442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TRX3rEtjbGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/K78kVLJPNEA/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea y hay quien tiene luna y estrella de navidad y el cielo para él...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5423931269522452007?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5423931269522452007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5423931269522452007' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5423931269522452007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5423931269522452007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz NaviDAD'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TRX3rEtjbGI/AAAAAAAAAXo/K78kVLJPNEA/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5965267205905738466</id><published>2010-12-02T19:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:19:44.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fi_loso:FOSSS!!!</title><content type='html'>Dar la cosa es hacer surgir una relación nueva. Es crear, es inventar. El don es invención. Al dar, mi libertad emerge sobre el aplastamiento del mundo. Al mismo tiempo, reconozco la libertad del otro, pues considero al otro como esencial y al mundo como inesencial: la finalidad del mundo se deriva justamente de que yo lo transmito. Dar es hacer existir el mundo para que el otro lo consuma. s conferir al mundo un sentido humano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5965267205905738466?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5965267205905738466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5965267205905738466' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5965267205905738466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5965267205905738466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/12/filosofosss.html' title='Fi_loso:FOSSS!!!'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5646627311982828010</id><published>2010-08-19T21:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T12:13:22.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>festina lente</title><content type='html'>Alvar Aalto explicaba que quien ve florecer un cerezo observa también que cada flor tiene una posición distinta según el sol y su flor vecina. Cada flor es diferente, pero todas se parecen hasta confundirse. Esa idea de los distintos iguales, o iguales distintos, es una fórmula clásica para la planificación urbana que difícilmente se le puede ocurrir a quien no dedique un instante de su vida a contemplar un cerezo en flor. Todo es susceptible de mirarlo con lupa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EI4of34oHVk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EI4of34oHVk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5646627311982828010?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5646627311982828010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5646627311982828010' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5646627311982828010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5646627311982828010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/08/lupa.html' title='festina lente'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-822880788382141920</id><published>2010-03-05T01:22:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:38:39.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Geómetra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/S5BPahobs5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9a7vM5SaE7Y/s1600-h/cferrater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444939266614080402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/S5BPahobs5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9a7vM5SaE7Y/s320/cferrater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"La palabra clave es Geometría. A partir de geometrías, cada vez más flexibles, hemos podido indagar en las culturas de los lugares en los que construimos. "&lt;/span&gt; C.Ferrater.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;En la ciudad de Granada el Parque de las Ciencias registra en sus formas una manera de mirar, que no reproducir ni tan siquiera imitar, la topografía de Sierra Nevada y un modo de posicionarse entre los límites de la Vega y lo tectónico de lo urbano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-822880788382141920?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/822880788382141920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=822880788382141920' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/822880788382141920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/822880788382141920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2010/03/geometra.html' title='Geómetra'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/S5BPahobs5I/AAAAAAAAAU8/9a7vM5SaE7Y/s72-c/cferrater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8469140961654690160</id><published>2009-11-17T19:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:27:29.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>despues de las ciudades invisibles de Italo Calvino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SwLwnVEmMhI/AAAAAAAAASs/75QIEfxBgPM/s1600/atlas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405147061260005906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SwLwnVEmMhI/AAAAAAAAASs/75QIEfxBgPM/s320/atlas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He encontrado un libro que trata del estudio sobre la &lt;strong&gt;invisibilidad de las ciudades reales&lt;/strong&gt;. Un lugar donde se dibujan todas las ciudades que existen, las imaginarias , las proyectadas y las que todavía no poseen nombre ni forma. Es un atlas que contiene mapas comentados que nos ayudan a salir del laberinto de lo indiferenciado e informe de nuestras ciudades y funciona como instrumento de orientación que nos permite recorrer el espacio urbano en múltiples direcciones. &lt;/div&gt;Muy recomendable. Podéis verlo &lt;a href="http://www.librerias-picasso.com/libros/ATLAS-DEL-GRAN-JAN-EL/L1550200070/978-84-338-5024-9"&gt;AQUÍ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8469140961654690160?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8469140961654690160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8469140961654690160' title='23 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8469140961654690160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8469140961654690160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/11/despues-de-las-ciudades-invisibles-de.html' title='despues de las ciudades invisibles de Italo Calvino...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SwLwnVEmMhI/AAAAAAAAASs/75QIEfxBgPM/s72-c/atlas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-788871620673593942</id><published>2009-11-15T13:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:59:31.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>de película</title><content type='html'>Me parece que todo ser humano tiene, en su alma, un sonido muy bajito, su nota. Es el sonido de su singularidad, de su ser, de su esencia. Y si la sonoridad de los actos del ser humano no coincide con ese sonido, con esa nota, esa persona no puede ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(en la película Sin testigos, de Nikita Mijalkov, 1983)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHvnyKDJVm4&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHvnyKDJVm4&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cortometraje titulado &lt;strong&gt;"una centésima de segundo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-788871620673593942?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/788871620673593942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=788871620673593942' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/788871620673593942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/788871620673593942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-pelicula.html' title='de película'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1295504505066758948</id><published>2009-10-25T14:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:15:52.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>protesta Madrid 360master</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="360" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF6UVCC0FhQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lF6UVCC0FhQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="260" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="260" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oScUmbAyzCI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oScUmbAyzCI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="260" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1295504505066758948?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1295504505066758948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7539272491822576723</id><published>2009-07-14T20:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:59:53.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Espagne terre en ver de vivir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;perplejo como complejo, con asombro sobre lo que no veo pero vislumbro..., ¿que hay detras de todo? perforamos el muro de nuestra vida como se abren ventanas a la morada para poder ver de vivir. Instrumentos didácticos: materia, espacio y tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SlzRdaJWuRI/AAAAAAAAASk/XYB4fhqrwMA/s1600-h/6320_137188722208_645807208_3365305_8367814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358387959829018898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SlzRdaJWuRI/AAAAAAAAASk/XYB4fhqrwMA/s320/6320_137188722208_645807208_3365305_8367814_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7539272491822576723?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7539272491822576723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7539272491822576723' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7539272491822576723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7539272491822576723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/07/con-asombro.html' title='Espagne terre en ver de vivir'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SlzRdaJWuRI/AAAAAAAAASk/XYB4fhqrwMA/s72-c/6320_137188722208_645807208_3365305_8367814_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5078669153183984707</id><published>2009-05-13T16:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:17:39.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>claSE de PROYECtos ARquitectónicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="260" height="260"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hm6p0Bb8cFE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hm6p0Bb8cFE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="260" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5078669153183984707?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5078669153183984707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5078669153183984707' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5078669153183984707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5078669153183984707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/05/clase-de-proyectos.html' title='claSE de PROYECtos ARquitectónicos'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7471478212922698444</id><published>2009-03-02T21:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:37:11.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the forms of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SaxCdC_iVSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vxKRceko-Lg/s1600-h/serytiempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308691127549973794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SaxCdC_iVSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vxKRceko-Lg/s320/serytiempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;....la fotografia supone captar un instante.....fotografiar supone borrar el paso del tiempono tenemos constancia ni del pasado ni del futuro del objeto fotografiado...¿alguien se atreve a reflexionar sobre el tiempo en la fotografia?¿q ocurre cuando el tiempo de exposicion es largo? estamos fotografiando un objeto en el tiempo...mirad esto, es un poco la idea de pensar como el tiempo se instala en el ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7471478212922698444?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7471478212922698444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7471478212922698444' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7471478212922698444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7471478212922698444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/03/fotografiando-el-tiempo.html' title='these are the forms of time'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SaxCdC_iVSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/vxKRceko-Lg/s72-c/serytiempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3948066755944479961</id><published>2009-02-15T14:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:23:11.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin testigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303014000794665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SZgXIxxKAII/AAAAAAAAAOk/j_kG1_mMgHc/s320/IMAG0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"...me parece que todo ser humano tiene , en su alma, un sonido muy bajito, su nota. Es el sonido de su singularidad, de su ser, de su esencia. Y si la sonoridad de los actos del ser humano no coincide con ese sonido, con esa nota, esa persona no puede ser feliz..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3948066755944479961?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3948066755944479961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3948066755944479961' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3948066755944479961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3948066755944479961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2009/02/sin-testigos.html' title='Sin testigos'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SZgXIxxKAII/AAAAAAAAAOk/j_kG1_mMgHc/s72-c/IMAG0826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-923262768264222498</id><published>2008-12-19T13:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:42:37.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>velocidad del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SUuUN8phkPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w75C7h6UqQc/s1600-h/tiempo+de+luz+photoshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281477955361542386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SUuUN8phkPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w75C7h6UqQc/s320/tiempo+de+luz+photoshop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La imagen de la luz a través de la velocidad del tiempo, metáfora espiritual de Navidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luz de una noche urbana, luz portal fluctuante,  luz en material constructivo, luz con percepción, luz lugar de la humanidad en el universo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-923262768264222498?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/923262768264222498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=923262768264222498' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/923262768264222498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/923262768264222498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/12/velocidad-del-tiempo.html' title='velocidad del tiempo'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SUuUN8phkPI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w75C7h6UqQc/s72-c/tiempo+de+luz+photoshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-334089207078879948</id><published>2008-06-18T23:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:22:24.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ama la arquitectura que hacen los arquitectos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dejo en recuerdo a &lt;em&gt;Epigea&lt;/em&gt; para empezar..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SFmJxw7ReHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HT26gTHiI3k/s1600-h/alzado+lateral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SFmJxw7ReHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HT26gTHiI3k/s320/alzado+lateral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213349531698165874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y para seguir...la arquitectura que yo admiro no es la arquitectura que yo hago. La arquitectura no es lo que se realiza y menos la que se edifica y menos, sepan todos, menos la que se vende como propiedad inmobiliaria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lo mejor los arquitectos hacen mala arquitectura, ¿pero pasa algo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-334089207078879948?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/334089207078879948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=334089207078879948' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/334089207078879948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/334089207078879948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/06/ama-la-arquitectura-que-hacen-los.html' title='¿ama la arquitectura que hacen los arquitectos?'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/SFmJxw7ReHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HT26gTHiI3k/s72-c/alzado+lateral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-949730795642241656</id><published>2008-03-28T01:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:23:56.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Durero divagando...</title><content type='html'>16    3    2    13&lt;br /&gt;5    10   11     8&lt;br /&gt;9      6    7    12&lt;br /&gt;4     15  14     1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe en esta caja de numeros una constante magica....el asunto me confirma que aquello que llamamos caos no es sino el orden de lo desconocido y que trabajar en ese orden supone descubrimientos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-949730795642241656?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/949730795642241656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=949730795642241656' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/949730795642241656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/949730795642241656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/03/durero-divagando.html' title='Durero divagando...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8464799872781347794</id><published>2008-03-11T20:46:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:00:49.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>_________________des_en_Granando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R9bhvngzpwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/maMfUWvhau0/s1600-h/composicion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176573029885650690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R9bhvngzpwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/maMfUWvhau0/s320/composicion.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;porque evidentemente es la ensoñación la que estructura la casa, esa capacidad de trasladar nuestros sueños a la forma, todo nuestro enamoramiento de una mujer, de una flor, de transportar las referencias imaginarias que tanto nos cuesta encontrar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8464799872781347794?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8464799872781347794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8464799872781347794' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8464799872781347794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8464799872781347794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/03/desengranando.html' title='_________________des_en_Granando'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R9bhvngzpwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/maMfUWvhau0/s72-c/composicion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-881783679341901205</id><published>2008-02-29T14:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T14:38:07.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yo, desviador</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R8gJTdpn14I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yPCSBKbDNGE/s1600-h/debord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172394402016384898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R8gJTdpn14I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yPCSBKbDNGE/s320/debord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Las ideas se mejoran. El sentido de las palabras participa en ello. El plagio es necesario. El progreso lo implica. Da más precisión a la frase de un autor, se sirve de sus expresiones, elimina una idea falsa, la reemplaza por la idea justa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Principios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Observar, ver, mirar, contemplar, disfrutar, aprender, desviar, expresar, leer, deconstruir, construir, escribir, (re)leer, mejorar, progresar, precisar, expresar, experimentar, &lt;em&gt;arquitecturear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-881783679341901205?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/881783679341901205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=881783679341901205' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/881783679341901205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/881783679341901205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/02/yo-desviador.html' title='yo, desviador'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R8gJTdpn14I/AAAAAAAAAI4/yPCSBKbDNGE/s72-c/debord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1368144050432491174</id><published>2008-02-28T18:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T18:14:12.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrito en un libro inacabado en un viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R8bqtmfjRJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y7s7MdabfDA/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172079291229488274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R8bqtmfjRJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y7s7MdabfDA/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tengo el cansancio anticipado de lo que no voy a encontrar. Si en determinado momento me hubiera vuelto para la izquierda en lugar de para la derecha. Si en cierto instante hubiera dicho sí en lugar de no, o no en lugar de sí. Si en determinada conversación hubiese tenido frases que sólo ahora en el entresueño elaboro. Si todo esto hubiera sido así hoy sería otro y quizá el Universo entero sería insensiblemente llevado a ser otro también. Pero sólo ahora lo que nunca fui ni seré me duele. Voy a Granada porque no puedo estar en San Petersburgo pero cuando llegue a Granada me va dar pena de no haberme quedado en San Petersburgo. Siempre esta inquietud sin resolución, sin nexo, sin consecuencia. Siempre, siempre, siempre. Esta angustia excesiva del espíritu por nada. En la carretera de Granada, o en la carretera del sueño, o en la carretera de la vida. A la izquierda hay una casucha al borde de la carretera. A la derecha, el campo abierto con la luna a lo lejos. El coche que parecía hace poco proporcionarme libertad es ahora algo en lo que estoy encerrado. A la izquierda, hacia atrás, la casucha modesta. La vida allí debe ser feliz sólo porque no es la mía. Si alguien me ha visto desde la ventana de la casucha soñará: &lt;strong&gt;ese que va en el coche es feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1368144050432491174?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1368144050432491174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1368144050432491174' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1368144050432491174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1368144050432491174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/02/escrito-en-un-libro-inacabado-en-un.html' title='Escrito en un libro inacabado en un viaje'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R8bqtmfjRJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y7s7MdabfDA/s72-c/DSC00816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7419126840483277530</id><published>2008-01-26T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T13:40:19.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Habemus Arquitectum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R5sjY7Pg09I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HdZrBv2cGhg/s1600-h/452px-Habemus_Papam_1415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159756709209625554" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R5sjY7Pg09I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HdZrBv2cGhg/s400/452px-Habemus_Papam_1415.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum;&lt;br /&gt;Habemus Arquitectum:&lt;br /&gt;Eminentissimum ac reverendissimum Dominum&lt;br /&gt;Sanctæ Romanæ Ecclesiæ Cardinalem&lt;br /&gt;Qui sibi nomen imposuit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pd: muy agradecido a todos los miembros de la orquesta que dieron lugar al comienzo de esta música y a los que aún siguen dando la nota, la persistencia en el proyecto mental acaba siempre en un proyecto técnico, voiláaaaaa !!!! ¿listos ya para dar la nota con el corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7419126840483277530?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7419126840483277530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7419126840483277530' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7419126840483277530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7419126840483277530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2008/01/habemus-arquitectum.html' title='Habemus Arquitectum'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R5sjY7Pg09I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HdZrBv2cGhg/s72-c/452px-Habemus_Papam_1415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7439992163351314920</id><published>2007-12-09T19:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:39:00.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cosa de casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R1w02XXGXwI/AAAAAAAAAII/Tta14ZJiSyM/s1600-h/cosadecasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142042983138746114" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="314" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R1w02XXGXwI/AAAAAAAAAII/Tta14ZJiSyM/s400/cosadecasa.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;CONOCÍ A PEP LLINÁS EN UNA CONFERENCIA EN MADRID PRONUNCIANDO WABI SABI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversando con Silvia ,aparejadora del estudio, sobre su casa en Gerbrum y pensando aquellas palabras de Pep... No sólo es sencilla su planta. Es impecable. Otra vez el casi nada. Apoyada en cuatro muros , se cubre toda ella con la sombra de una cubierta sutilmente inclinada. Muy inteligente y muy bonita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7439992163351314920?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7439992163351314920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7439992163351314920' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7439992163351314920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7439992163351314920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/12/cosa-de-casa.html' title='cosa de casa'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/R1w02XXGXwI/AAAAAAAAAII/Tta14ZJiSyM/s72-c/cosadecasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6402691488527117880</id><published>2007-11-17T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:16:46.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>precisando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rz8Tq43ba5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Ea1oI6vShQ/s1600-h/lorca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843727765957522" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="189" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rz8Tq43ba5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Ea1oI6vShQ/s400/lorca.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..tan solo pretendemos que las cosas no pierdan del todo su sentido y del modo que diría Lope de Vega , oscuro el borrador y el verso claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6402691488527117880?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6402691488527117880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6402691488527117880' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6402691488527117880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6402691488527117880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/11/precisando.html' title='precisando...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rz8Tq43ba5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/3Ea1oI6vShQ/s72-c/lorca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7517285073628059540</id><published>2007-10-27T16:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:18:11.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>silencio 17:17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RyNTc0YdmlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PCOCwdde5NY/s1600-h/silencio+de+fotografia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126032555440446034" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RyNTc0YdmlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PCOCwdde5NY/s400/silencio+de+fotografia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..al caminar un dia por ojos de plástico,&lt;br /&gt;el infinito es esto... fragilidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7517285073628059540?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7517285073628059540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7517285073628059540' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7517285073628059540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7517285073628059540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/10/silencio-de-fotografia.html' title='silencio 17:17'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RyNTc0YdmlI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PCOCwdde5NY/s72-c/silencio+de+fotografia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8974698320136310995</id><published>2007-10-16T22:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:18:56.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTicia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RxUdrDGBrOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZQFBz7CSMJc/s1600-h/studiantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122032776605969634" style="CURSOR: pointer" height="182" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RxUdrDGBrOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZQFBz7CSMJc/s400/studiantes.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ideal.es/granada/20071016/local/granada/estudiantes-arquitectura-granada-manifiestan-200710161313.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PERIODICO IDEAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8974698320136310995?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8974698320136310995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8974698320136310995' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8974698320136310995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8974698320136310995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/10/noticia.html' title='NOTicia'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RxUdrDGBrOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZQFBz7CSMJc/s72-c/studiantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-9190200397396985060</id><published>2007-10-12T01:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T03:53:25.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿BOLONIA devalúa el titulo de Arquitecto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rw60QDGBrMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/K48T-rjDVmw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rw60QDGBrMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/K48T-rjDVmw/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120228014168321218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rw60LjGBrLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-2hpjMNsHpo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rw60LjGBrLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/-2hpjMNsHpo/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120227936858909874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arquitectosdecadiz.com/actividades/conferencias/mesa_bolonia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesa redonda en CADIZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.........martes 16 Octubre, 11.00 h. manifestación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;en la puerta del  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Colegio de Arquitectos Granada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coasevilla.org/t1400_1050.aspx?1400x1050"&gt;       BO acción LO concentración NIA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coasevilla.org/t1400_1050.aspx?1400x1050"&gt;                  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-9190200397396985060?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/9190200397396985060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=9190200397396985060' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/9190200397396985060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/9190200397396985060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/10/bo-accin-lo-concentracin-nia.html' title='¿BOLONIA devalúa el titulo de Arquitecto?'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rw60QDGBrMI/AAAAAAAAAHI/K48T-rjDVmw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5211345796040578087</id><published>2007-09-20T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T14:27:42.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mis jardines pequeños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RvJdBcVlPnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DRuF0W3y098/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112250806386900594" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RvJdBcVlPnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DRuF0W3y098/s400/heart.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el que nada sabe.... el que agita su alma... y su voz... detras de la belleza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5211345796040578087?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5211345796040578087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5211345796040578087' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5211345796040578087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5211345796040578087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/09/corazn-sin-palabras.html' title='mis jardines pequeños'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RvJdBcVlPnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DRuF0W3y098/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6817197810965755886</id><published>2007-09-03T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:28:58.924+02:00</updated><title type='text'>León</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RtxfO_WMp0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/axDRAWz-9HE/s1600-h/Leon_by_ipafajshem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106060788658644802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RtxfO_WMp0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/axDRAWz-9HE/s400/Leon_by_ipafajshem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mí, Hassan, hijo de Mohamed el alamín, a mi, Juan León de Médicis, circuncidado por la mano de un barbero y bautizado por la mano de un papa, me llaman hoy el Africano, pero ni de África, ni de Europa, ni de Arabia soy. Me llaman también el Granadino, el Fesí, el Zayyati, pero no procedo de ningún país, de ninguna ciudad, de ninguna tribu. Soy hijo del camino, caravana es mi patria y mi vida la más inesperada travesía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis muñecas han sabido a veces de las caricias de la seda y a veces de las lujurias de la lana, del oro de los príncipes y de las cadenas de los esclavos. Mis dedos han levantado mil velos, mis labios han sonrojado a mil vírgenes, &lt;strong&gt;mis ojos han visto agonizar ciudades y caer imperios&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por boca mía oirás el árabe, el turco, el castellano, el beréber, el hebreo, el latín y el italiano vulgar, pues todas las lenguas, todas las plegarias me pertenecen. Mas yo no pertenezco a ninguna. No soy sino de Dios y de la tierra, y a ellos retornaé un día no lejano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"León el Africano" - Amin Maalouf -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6817197810965755886?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6817197810965755886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6817197810965755886' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6817197810965755886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6817197810965755886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/09/m-hassan-hijo-de-mohamed-el-alamn-mi.html' title='León'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RtxfO_WMp0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/axDRAWz-9HE/s72-c/Leon_by_ipafajshem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3223665114663133327</id><published>2007-08-15T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T17:26:07.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ARQUITECTURA SENTIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RsMaw0HjMFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K6Gl6G4DMLg/s1600-h/erizo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098948629039886418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RsMaw0HjMFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K6Gl6G4DMLg/s320/erizo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoy es hoy con el peso de todo el tiempo ido, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con las alas de todo lo que será mañana, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoy es&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arquitectura Sentida&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; la nueva edad de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sentido Arquitectónico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y la composicion de un nuevo día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los comienzos suelen ser espinosos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;... donde habite el olvido...... Como los &lt;strong&gt;erizos&lt;/strong&gt;, ya sabeis, los hombres un día sintieron su frío. Y quisieron compartirlo. Entonces inventaron el amor. El resultado fue, ya sabéis, como los erizos. ¿Qué queda de las alegrías y penas del amor cuando éste desaparece? Nada, o peor que nada; que el recuerdo del olvido. Y suena mal cuando no lo punza las sombras de aquellas espinas; de aquellas espinas, ya sabéis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y bellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;El equinodermo, animal de una &lt;strong&gt;belleza&lt;/strong&gt; salvaje, no solo juega un papel fundamental en su &lt;strong&gt;entorno&lt;/strong&gt; cuando está en equilibro con el mismo, sino que además ofrece&lt;strong&gt; cobijo&lt;/strong&gt; a algunos moluscos, decadópodos, y hasta diminutos cangrejos que se han acostumbrado a &lt;strong&gt;vivir&lt;/strong&gt; entre sus púas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3223665114663133327?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3223665114663133327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3223665114663133327' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3223665114663133327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3223665114663133327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/08/arquitectura-sentida.html' title='ARQUITECTURA SENTIDA'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RsMaw0HjMFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/K6Gl6G4DMLg/s72-c/erizo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4852403812881065558</id><published>2007-08-06T00:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:44:29.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESAPARECE SENTIDO ARQUITECTONICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4852403812881065558?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4852403812881065558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4852403812881065558' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4852403812881065558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4852403812881065558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/08/desaparece-sentido-arquitectonico.html' title='DESAPARECE SENTIDO ARQUITECTONICO'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3828854533545357915</id><published>2007-08-05T12:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:44:07.125+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un descenso al Maelström</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RrWoj0HjMEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hl4c0fE_1jE/s1600-h/maelstrom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095163886678782018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RrWoj0HjMEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hl4c0fE_1jE/s320/maelstrom.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...y no solo se podría ver la tempestad, vértigo , amanazando con su furia la tranquilidad de las ciudades el valle, cuyos habitantes buscarían refugio bajo los techos de las casas y la proteccion de los campanarios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOcDiExz360"&gt;escuchando&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3828854533545357915?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3828854533545357915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3828854533545357915' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3828854533545357915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3828854533545357915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/08/un-descenso-al-maelstrm.html' title='un descenso al Maelström'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RrWoj0HjMEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Hl4c0fE_1jE/s72-c/maelstrom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-2005220747782359822</id><published>2007-08-05T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T15:46:46.457+02:00</updated><title type='text'>poema de amor con china</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;decía esta mañana Antonio Gala en mis tostadas&lt;/span&gt;... el viento se metía por mis ojos en las almenas de la Gran muralla china... ninguna pero ninguna defensa vale contra el viento, que me despeina el amor al mediodia... [...] la historia de esta tierra es nuestra historia.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y aquí viene para mi lo más importante&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt; La Gran Muralla, no nos separa: nos une con el mundo (lo que a priori creemos que nos separa es lo que realmente nos ata), poco elocuente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-2005220747782359822?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/2005220747782359822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=2005220747782359822' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/2005220747782359822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/2005220747782359822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/08/poema-de-amor-con-china.html' title='poema de amor con china'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7682389383342466108</id><published>2007-07-29T01:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:35:40.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>minutos antes de la calma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un&lt;br /&gt;dos&lt;br /&gt;tres cuatro&lt;br /&gt;la tierra&lt;br /&gt;la casa&lt;br /&gt;las cosas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sueños...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RqvQSUHjMDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VsYpHpJwGj8/s1600-h/paraiso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092392816729075762" style="CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RqvQSUHjMDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VsYpHpJwGj8/s320/paraiso.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7682389383342466108?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7682389383342466108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7682389383342466108' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7682389383342466108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7682389383342466108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/07/minutos-antes-de-la-calma.html' title='minutos antes de la calma'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RqvQSUHjMDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VsYpHpJwGj8/s72-c/paraiso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-2160051748036050889</id><published>2007-07-15T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:32:29.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar a Luz</title><content type='html'>Cuenta André Gide en sus “Conseils au jeune écrivain” que cuando Goethe llega a Roma, exclama: “¡Por fin he nacido!”, expresando así cómo su estancia en Italia le hacía tomar de manera especial una profunda conciencia de sí mismo, de su existir. Asistimos a un parto...Lola atención&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO_NiQGhJOo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO_NiQGhJOo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-2160051748036050889?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/2160051748036050889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=2160051748036050889' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/2160051748036050889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/2160051748036050889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/07/ta.html' title='Dar a Luz'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6016033272091083056</id><published>2007-07-12T11:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:02:43.674+02:00</updated><title type='text'>calle vida buena sin numero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RpYAF4fTxtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EId4S78whXQ/s1600-h/patioollas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086252930224604882" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="155" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RpYAF4fTxtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EId4S78whXQ/s320/patioollas.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la casa de vida buena es luz filtrada, es luz final, es luz tamizada, es penumbra,es altura mayor, es ancho alto y profundo mezclando el misterio, es no hallar mayor silencio que la del agua, es sin prisas vanas, es jardin ideal, es belleza per se es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6016033272091083056?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.eddie.es/"&gt;http://www.eddie.es/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1009201829103649256?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1009201829103649256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1009201829103649256' title='21 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1009201829103649256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1009201829103649256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/07/vendo-vivir-en-madrid.html' title='VENDO vivir en Madrid'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RpE8zjpOsvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/s4rnI7JFqgg/s72-c/buhardilla1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6454038305608213841</id><published>2007-06-30T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:59:40.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sd'/><title type='text'>d_columna vertebral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RobNbjpOsuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rn7r20KaaXk/s1600-h/columna+vertebral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081975102842516194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RobNbjpOsuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rn7r20KaaXk/s320/columna+vertebral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6454038305608213841?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6454038305608213841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6454038305608213841' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6454038305608213841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6454038305608213841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/06/dcolumna-vertebral.html' title='d_columna vertebral'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RobNbjpOsuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rn7r20KaaXk/s72-c/columna+vertebral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3844871954811223284</id><published>2007-06-30T12:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:13:40.238+02:00</updated><title type='text'>e=mc2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RoY5hjpOstI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RSkXSTOzLcE/s1600-h/1182778166_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081812478200820434" style="CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RoY5hjpOstI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RSkXSTOzLcE/s320/1182778166_f.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como ocurre con la evolución , que cuando nadas mucho pierdes las manos porque se te transforman en aletas..asi, al arquitecto se le transforman en luz, materialidad, espacio y gravedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3844871954811223284?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3844871954811223284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3844871954811223284' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3844871954811223284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3844871954811223284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/06/emc2.html' title='e=mc2'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RoY5hjpOstI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RSkXSTOzLcE/s72-c/1182778166_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6794738025127119493</id><published>2007-05-24T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:15:08.514+02:00</updated><title type='text'>gimnasia d arquitectos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTWIHyVl0AI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTWIHyVl0AI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FLEXIONANDO MENTE   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ESTADO INGRAVIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Actuan los arquitectos con el consentimiento ESTADO INGRAVIDOde la Gravedad,sin reglas no hay juego. Con los pies en el suelo, conectamos ESTADO INGRAVIDOcon el mundo para actuar, construimos , ¿pero que construimos?ESTADO INGRAVIDO...&lt;br /&gt;desconectamos para soñar, miramos fuera desde dentro, para andar es necesario al menos un pie en el aire, levantar los dos pies para saltar,ESTADO INGRAVIDO soñamos pero sabiendo que volvemos al suelo para seguir cumpliendo ESTADO INGRAVIDOla primera ley en arquitectura ESTADO INGRAVIDO" a la fuerza ,la fuerza es igual a la constante de la gravitacion universal (mirar fuera desde dentro) por el producto de las masas divididoESTADO INGRAVIDO entre la distancia q separa esas masas al cuadrado "&lt;/span&gt; ESTADO INGRAVIDO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6794738025127119493?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6794738025127119493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6794738025127119493' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6794738025127119493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6794738025127119493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/05/paradigmas-de-la-arquitectura-en-estado.html' title='gimnasia d arquitectos...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8824099923254502019</id><published>2007-05-12T00:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:13:14.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ayer y mañana sin doble sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/94jLDYTay-I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/94jLDYTay-I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8824099923254502019?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5345963925788973926</id><published>2007-05-06T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T13:38:29.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mami especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwVfci-YtMM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwVfci-YtMM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Y si durmieras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Y si en tu sueño soñaras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Y si soñaras que ibas al cielo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y allí recogías una hermosa y extraña flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y si cuando despertaras tuvieras la flor en tu mano.Ah entonces que...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;PORQUE LOS PLANES SALDRAN BIEN DERECHOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5345963925788973926?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7300214208678625491</id><published>2007-05-04T18:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:18:58.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Roland Barthes. Circunscribir (fragmento)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rjtc3NQKErI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R_kgmzsY_4Q/s1600-h/cerrojo+catedr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060740709800874674" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rjtc3NQKErI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R_kgmzsY_4Q/s320/cerrojo+catedr.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Ese proyecto es loco, puesto que lo imaginario es precisamente definido por su coalescencia (su engrudo), o todavía más: su poder de impregnación: nada, de la imagen, puede ser olvidado; una memoria extenuante impide abandonar a voluntad el amor, en suma, habitarlo sabiamente, razonablemente. Puedo muy bien imaginar procedimientos para obtener la circunscripción de mis placeres (convertir la escasez de frecuentación en lujo de la relación, a la manera epicúrea; o, más aún, considerar al otro como perdido, y por lo tanto experimentar, cada vez que el vuelve, el alivio de una resurrección), pero es un vano trabajo: la miseria amorosa es indisoluble; se debe sufrir o salirse: arreglar es imposible (el amor no es didáctico ni reformista). "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7300214208678625491?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7300214208678625491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7300214208678625491' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7300214208678625491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7300214208678625491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/05/roland-barthes-circunscribir-fragmento.html' title='Roland Barthes. Circunscribir (fragmento)'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rjtc3NQKErI/AAAAAAAAAFg/R_kgmzsY_4Q/s72-c/cerrojo+catedr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7055800556706423168</id><published>2007-05-04T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:56:53.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarquen 12:09 con hambre de Noa</title><content type='html'>las cosas no valen si no se las hace valer. MOLIERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7055800556706423168?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7055800556706423168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7055800556706423168' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7055800556706423168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7055800556706423168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/05/embarquen-1209.html' title='Embarquen 12:09 con hambre de Noa'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1104554557451909575</id><published>2007-05-01T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:19:54.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>datos para la persistencia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rjeb-dQKEpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cauxrrN6QMU/s1600-h/fisterre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059684203680633490" style="CURSOR: hand" height="90" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rjeb-dQKEpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cauxrrN6QMU/s320/fisterre.JPG" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sobrevivir a la costa de la muerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RjebedQKEoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EhiNO0YbD2Q/s1600-h/cgac+mpf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059683653924819586" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="276" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RjebedQKEoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EhiNO0YbD2Q/s320/cgac+mpf.JPG" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;protagonista de portada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RjeauNQKEnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rwPPCPXxyuY/s1600-h/IMAG1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059682824996131442" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RjeauNQKEnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rwPPCPXxyuY/s320/IMAG1244.JPG" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pies de seta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RjeaWNQKEmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JlHne4H7Eng/s1600-h/la+poesia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059682412679271010" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="109" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RjeaWNQKEmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JlHne4H7Eng/s320/la+poesia.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ventana de silla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;compostela-paris-berlin (sigue la estrella)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1104554557451909575?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1104554557451909575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1104554557451909575' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1104554557451909575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1104554557451909575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/05/datos-para-la-persistencia.html' title='datos para la persistencia...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rjeb-dQKEpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cauxrrN6QMU/s72-c/fisterre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6542515746324699572</id><published>2007-04-25T18:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:59:45.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viajando....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hay lugares de la ciudad que uno descubre por sí mismo en sus caminatas solitarias y otros que le son revelados como un regalo generoso de la amistad o el amor. Se puede regalar lo que uno más ama, cierta perspectiva al fondo de una calle, un parque pequeño junto a un puente, un café, un club de música, hasta un instante de la luz. Ese regalo intangible enriquece a quien lo ha hecho y se vuelve un tesoro enaltecido por el agradecimiento para el que lo recibe, en un recuerdo y también en la posibilidad de otro regalo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antonio Muñoz Molina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6542515746324699572?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6542515746324699572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6542515746324699572' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6542515746324699572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6542515746324699572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/04/regalo.html' title='Viajando....'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-2151398947106371133</id><published>2007-04-21T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:28:31.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LO que pienso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RioxftmHmII/AAAAAAAAAEo/81lDeD7HXHQ/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este ir mas lejos, hacer de la realidad una experiencia y llenar de significado lo obvio con una confianza que no es ni ciega ni boba, sino que habla de mi capacidad "humana" de pensar para hacer hacer y hacer usando de esa energia que personal y propia cada uno transformamos , aunque muy a menudo autoinducida por los demas pero que coincide con la que produce y transforma la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rio7IdmHmJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ChdNTFY870/s1600-h/miradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055918548246304914" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="93" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rio7IdmHmJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ChdNTFY870/s320/miradas.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La imagen que acompaña el texto me acompaña a mi tb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-2151398947106371133?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/2151398947106371133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=2151398947106371133' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/2151398947106371133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/2151398947106371133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/04/lo-que-pienso.html' title='LO que pienso'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rio7IdmHmJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9ChdNTFY870/s72-c/miradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1211470154343752488</id><published>2007-04-06T14:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:23:37.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de vuelta al origen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RhY7NaDSGlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r8n_IdJbwuw/s1600-h/PAN08X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050289133660019282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RhY7NaDSGlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r8n_IdJbwuw/s320/PAN08X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por alguna razón el microbio quiere ser un microbio&lt;br /&gt;y la rosa quiere ser una rosa,&lt;br /&gt;y el hombre quiere ser un hombre…&lt;br /&gt;para expresar cierto algo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1211470154343752488?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1211470154343752488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1211470154343752488' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1211470154343752488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1211470154343752488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-vuelta-al-origen.html' title='de vuelta al origen...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RhY7NaDSGlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r8n_IdJbwuw/s72-c/PAN08X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4071977230359214182</id><published>2007-03-31T13:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T13:24:34.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Arquitecto Director</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrYVnSPRoAE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrYVnSPRoAE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUI ESTAS, ESTA ES TU FUERZA! arquitecto director de fontaneros, electricistas, materiales, clientes, albañiles, ayuntamientos, ¡¡¡ QUE EMPIECE LA OBRAAAAAAAAAA!!! &lt;br /&gt;(ultimo ensayo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4071977230359214182?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4071977230359214182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4071977230359214182' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4071977230359214182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4071977230359214182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/arquitecto-director.html' title='Arquitecto Director'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-9203206509040492836</id><published>2007-03-31T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:53:02.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D_es_vivir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLsoeKYPCkg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLsoeKYPCkg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-9203206509040492836?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/9203206509040492836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=9203206509040492836' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/9203206509040492836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/9203206509040492836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/dla-vida.html' title='D_es_vivir'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5254617316875003260</id><published>2007-03-31T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:19:23.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D_fases D_luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rg4zFz1MTjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/reTEUEyhAPw/s1600-h/nocturna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048028407234580018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rg4zFz1MTjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/reTEUEyhAPw/s320/nocturna3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...Ideas y objetos construidos solo con la demanda interna de quien sabe que solo desde la soledad e incomunicabilidad de la noche es posible penetrar en el sueño y en el misterio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;...Un lugar en el que el agua se transforma de verde y fría y pasa a ser roja tinta. O de insípida pasa a mosto. Un lugar en el que el tiempo de inactividad y los lugares del cuerpo coexisten. Un lugar de los lugares del yo. Latentes y en proceso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;... hay un acto de violencia necesaria pero frágil y muy delicada, siempre, en el proyecto, y más cuando se impone sobre algo sin sentido para que acabe teniéndolo. En ese instante inicial, el proyecto no negocia: sabe que su verdad es su libertad, esa certeza alcanzada porque lo ha acumulado todo de su tiempo y eso le permite ser exacto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5254617316875003260?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5254617316875003260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5254617316875003260' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5254617316875003260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5254617316875003260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/dfases-dluna.html' title='D_fases D_luna'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rg4zFz1MTjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/reTEUEyhAPw/s72-c/nocturna3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1577572713251907610</id><published>2007-03-17T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:20:52.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>red red wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;...still need, memories won´t go, thought, find, me forget, red red , be alone, tearing apart, blue blue heart, red red wine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reD reD wine para el dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Psu8bHEhOsk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Psu8bHEhOsk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y reD reD wine para la noche noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ysxw7EON5xc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ysxw7EON5xc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿para que parar de versionar?  Mi versión?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUE NECESITO HORA TRAS HORA, DIA TRAS DIA PARA PARIR CON DOLOR CADA IDEA, CADA SUEÑO QUE ATRAPA MI MENTE AL VUELO  , TOMANDO  DECISIONES, EQUIVOCANDOME, VOLVIENDO A EMPEZAR, ENCONTRANDO LA CLAVE DEL PROYECTO, TRABAJANDO EN ELLA LENTAMENTE CON TIEMPO Y SOBRE TÓ CON TRABAJO SABIENDO CUALES  SON LINEAS DE MADERA O LINEAS DE TACTO O VISIÓN O ESPACIO. TODO ES LENTO , MUY SUFRIDO PERO VAS DEJANDO ATRAS LAS DUDAS Y LOS TEMORES CON LOS QUE EMPIEZAS Y AL POCO DE TIEMPO Y TRABAJO VES QUE VA COBRANDO FORMARREALTEXTURIAL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1577572713251907610?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1577572713251907610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1577572713251907610' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1577572713251907610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1577572713251907610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/red-red-wine.html' title='red red wine'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6232086269977343362</id><published>2007-03-11T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:09:28.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nocturna II</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jGJH49swiQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jGJH49swiQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6232086269977343362?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6232086269977343362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6232086269977343362' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6232086269977343362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6232086269977343362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/nocturna-ii.html' title='nocturna II'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8161771045610553632</id><published>2007-03-10T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T14:29:47.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nocturna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RfKxpODBvjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z73Dqm0dqz8/s1600-h/alzadonoche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040286254684552754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RfKxpODBvjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z73Dqm0dqz8/s320/alzadonoche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UNA DISTANCIA ANDADA ES LA ATMOSFERA, LA DISTANCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;VISUAL PERTENECE A LA CONCIENCIA.   LA PALPABLE  NO ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;UNICA MENSURABLE. TAL VEZ ES  MUJER INTRANQUILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EN SILENCIO REPOSO Y SOLEDAD...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8161771045610553632?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8161771045610553632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8161771045610553632' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8161771045610553632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8161771045610553632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/nocturna.html' title='nocturna'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RfKxpODBvjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/z73Dqm0dqz8/s72-c/alzadonoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4935873752745209068</id><published>2007-03-10T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T01:04:21.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>busca la mentira apropiada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RfHyvODBviI/AAAAAAAAAEE/62E3dzocycA/s1600-h/zumthor-b3-b420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040076351042862626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RfHyvODBviI/AAAAAAAAAEE/62E3dzocycA/s320/zumthor-b3-b420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¿EN QUE TENEMOS QUE PENSAR CUANDO ESTAMOS DENTRO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¿EN ARQUITECTURA? ¿ EN PROBLEMAS? ¿EN VIDA? ¿EN AZUL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¿COLORES FANTASMALES? ¿EN QUÉ? CALLANDO Y DIBUJANDO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4935873752745209068?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4935873752745209068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4935873752745209068' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4935873752745209068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4935873752745209068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/busca-la-mentira-apropiada.html' title='busca la mentira apropiada...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RfHyvODBviI/AAAAAAAAAEE/62E3dzocycA/s72-c/zumthor-b3-b420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4641165788845417407</id><published>2007-03-03T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:21:49.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>al alcance de la mano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelaF8-COcI/AAAAAAAAADg/tI6Vefd8_Bg/s1600-h/trozode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037656716502776258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelaF8-COcI/AAAAAAAAADg/tI6Vefd8_Bg/s320/trozode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4641165788845417407?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4641165788845417407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4641165788845417407' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4641165788845417407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4641165788845417407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/al-alcance-de-la-mano.html' title='al alcance de la mano...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelaF8-COcI/AAAAAAAAADg/tI6Vefd8_Bg/s72-c/trozode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1968155105474222134</id><published>2007-03-03T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:08:49.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>el tiempo como algo que late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelUcs-COaI/AAAAAAAAADM/bZDwdxMgv94/s1600-h/late.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037650510275033506" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelUcs-COaI/AAAAAAAAADM/bZDwdxMgv94/s320/late.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;tela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1968155105474222134?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1968155105474222134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1968155105474222134' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1968155105474222134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1968155105474222134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-tiempo-como-algo-que-late.html' title='el tiempo como algo que late'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelUcs-COaI/AAAAAAAAADM/bZDwdxMgv94/s72-c/late.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-602975011055902877</id><published>2007-03-03T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:34:58.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...台....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelcXs-COeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w_Q82nirnwY/s1600-h/puntosss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037659220468709858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelcXs-COeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w_Q82nirnwY/s320/puntosss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...ni de donde viene ni a donde va....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-602975011055902877?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/602975011055902877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=602975011055902877' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/602975011055902877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/602975011055902877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/03/genesis.html' title='...台....'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RelcXs-COeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/w_Q82nirnwY/s72-c/puntosss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4909963746601495331</id><published>2007-02-25T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:28:03.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>teoria de proyectos arquitectónicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿que significa enterrar la mayor parte del programa bajo rasante?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿hay quien toma la decision de no empeorar mas el ya consolidado poco mágico diseño arquitectónico de la ciudad?¿solo con utopismo asumimos la falta de optimismo?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;¿es el cielo que está sobre mi tejado esta tarde... o fué la peli del motorista que silvia quiso ver y neuronas me hace quemar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/ReGnOi8PuoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ErIgMml-Gm0/s1600-h/2745-Ghost-Rider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035489726716426882" style="WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/ReGnOi8PuoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ErIgMml-Gm0/s320/2745-Ghost-Rider.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4909963746601495331?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4909963746601495331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4909963746601495331' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4909963746601495331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4909963746601495331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/teoria-de-proyectos-arquitectnicos.html' title='teoria de proyectos arquitectónicos'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/ReGnOi8PuoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ErIgMml-Gm0/s72-c/2745-Ghost-Rider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7722842877050938464</id><published>2007-02-25T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:23:11.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alguien sabe donde acaban los sueños?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Sueño con espacios maravillosos, espacios que surgen y se desarrollan fluidamente, sin comienzo ni fin.... El hombre es siempre más grande que sus obras porque nunca puede expresar completamente sus aspiraciones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                       louis isadore khan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7722842877050938464?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7722842877050938464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7722842877050938464' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7722842877050938464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7722842877050938464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/alguien-sabe-donde-acaban-los-sueos.html' title='alguien sabe donde acaban los sueños?'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5009830437613601842</id><published>2007-02-23T10:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T10:15:01.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sentido del ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rd6uay8PunI/AAAAAAAAACo/eXH4QndEZII/s1600-h/karnac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034653208821086834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rd6uay8PunI/AAAAAAAAACo/eXH4QndEZII/s320/karnac.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en el mas grande de los edificios el tiempo se queda firmemente quieto. Tiempo y espacio eternamente atrapados compenetrados uno en el otro en los silencios que hay entre estas inmensas columnas...¿que edificio es?  es arquitectura de experiencias primarias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5009830437613601842?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5009830437613601842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5009830437613601842' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5009830437613601842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5009830437613601842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/sentido-del-ser.html' title='sentido del ser'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rd6uay8PunI/AAAAAAAAACo/eXH4QndEZII/s72-c/karnac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8996014022597262794</id><published>2007-02-19T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:33:55.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>genera_vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rdmm9i8PumI/AAAAAAAAACc/bocSmJ8k46w/s1600-h/generalife2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033237634844965474" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rdmm9i8PumI/AAAAAAAAACc/bocSmJ8k46w/s320/generalife2.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;jardín de jardines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"en el generalife todo es sencillo e intimo"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;leopoldo torres balbas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"habiamos subido a la alhambra y, olvidados paseabamos por los jardines, bordeando los arriates de arrayanes . Apenas si hablabamos, nada había que decir: nos bastaba sabernos unidos y en paz"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fco Ayala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;"el agua me envolvia con rumores de color y frescor sumo, cerca y lejos, desde todos los cauces, todos los chorros y todos los manantiales"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;J.R. Jimenez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8996014022597262794?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8996014022597262794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8996014022597262794' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8996014022597262794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8996014022597262794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/generavida.html' title='genera_vida'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Rdmm9i8PumI/AAAAAAAAACc/bocSmJ8k46w/s72-c/generalife2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6311373662110236159</id><published>2007-02-17T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:39:23.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D_D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA_7L5olktk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sA_7L5olktk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;que viva la ciencia y la poesia...(todo hace rizoma, todo derivable pero hay que precisar inevitablemente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6311373662110236159?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6311373662110236159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6311373662110236159' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6311373662110236159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6311373662110236159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/dd.html' title='D_D'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3725913167029614715</id><published>2007-02-17T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:40:26.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>por articulación de una mirada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RdbtI3cOoYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U_atfcLYy10/s1600-h/rizoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032470370210193794" style="CURSOR: hand" height="236" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RdbtI3cOoYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U_atfcLYy10/s320/rizoma.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;la orquídea no reproduce el calco de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;avispa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;hace mapa con la avispa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;                       en el seno de un rizoma ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3725913167029614715?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3725913167029614715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3725913167029614715' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3725913167029614715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3725913167029614715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/por-articulacin-de-una-mirada.html' title='por articulación de una mirada...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RdbtI3cOoYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U_atfcLYy10/s72-c/rizoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7184538521030900228</id><published>2007-02-03T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:40:49.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Granada es fundamentalmente un paisaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RcSQvLTG8GI/AAAAAAAAACA/zf16yauiOUQ/s1600-h/VEGA005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027302224213504098" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RcSQvLTG8GI/AAAAAAAAACA/zf16yauiOUQ/s320/VEGA005.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Según datos extraidos del callejero del centro urbano de Granada existen 119 caminos, cuestas y callejones, 111 placetas y plazas, 26 paseos, aceras y carreras, 3 avenidas y 33 miradores. Granada es fundamentalmente un paisaje que queda por recorrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7184538521030900228?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7184538521030900228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7184538521030900228' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7184538521030900228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7184538521030900228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/02/granada-es-fundamentalmente-un-paisaje.html' title='Granada es fundamentalmente un paisaje'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RcSQvLTG8GI/AAAAAAAAACA/zf16yauiOUQ/s72-c/VEGA005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8574811042964808689</id><published>2007-01-23T14:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:25:13.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...empiezo algo que nunca acaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RbYLoBmDswI/AAAAAAAAABs/X46u27qzaMc/s1600-h/SECtion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023215216629101314" style="WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="110" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RbYLoBmDswI/AAAAAAAAABs/X46u27qzaMc/s320/SECtion.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...empiezo un proyecto, tan solo una fotografía, breve rostro del lugar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...una escueta visita, un lugar, pero... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...los lugares valen por lo que son, y por lo que puede o desean ser, (aprendí), cosas quizá opuestas pero jamás sin relación una con otra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...mirar y palpar, los ojos y la mano, son un mismo instrumento, un mismo sentido perceptivo y activo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...mirar-pensar-trazar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...los ojos y, por ellos, la mente, ganan capacidad, aprendemos , y lo que aprendemos reaparece, disuelto en lo que trazamos. Algo aparece, algo desaparece; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...vemos algo, vimos algo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...había la experiencia, hay el dibujo; el ojo recibe, la mano extrae. Va trazándose así algo como el rastro de una oscilación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...y la acción de aprender empieza por aprender a ver , algo que nunca acaba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8574811042964808689?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8574811042964808689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8574811042964808689' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8574811042964808689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8574811042964808689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/01/empiezo-algo-que-nunca-acaba.html' title='...empiezo algo que nunca acaba...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RbYLoBmDswI/AAAAAAAAABs/X46u27qzaMc/s72-c/SECtion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8968929923147541375</id><published>2007-01-18T21:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:18:41.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>miremengjes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_cBMFrqwI/AAAAAAAAABI/7nHxVOnkCbQ/s1600-h/luz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021474022524431106" style="WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px" height="71" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_cBMFrqwI/AAAAAAAAABI/7nHxVOnkCbQ/s320/luz.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nietzsche"Así hablaba Zaratustra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Y una mañana, levantándose con la aurora, se colocó delante del SOL y le habló así: ¡Oh gran astro! ¡Qué sería de tu felicidad si no tuvieras a aquéllos a quienes iluminas!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_dZ8FrqxI/AAAAAAAAABU/xT3Qx6U7vlg/s1600-h/luz22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8968929923147541375?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8968929923147541375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8968929923147541375' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8968929923147541375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8968929923147541375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/01/miremengjes.html' title='miremengjes...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_cBMFrqwI/AAAAAAAAABI/7nHxVOnkCbQ/s72-c/luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3515553764337627474</id><published>2007-01-18T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:14:27.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hablen las palabras....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_h-MFrqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/9m2q0MOxYAU/s1600-h/cord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021480568054590242" style="WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="225" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_h-MFrqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/9m2q0MOxYAU/s320/cord.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...afinado equilibrio de luz y color para una sensibilidad en la que las palabras belleza, inspiración,embrujo, magia, sortilegio, encantamiento y también las de serenidad, calma sencilla, silencio, intimidad &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_h-MFrqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/9m2q0MOxYAU/s1600-h/cord.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y asombro, siguen teniendo sentido.. Dejo el pensamiento encerrado en el tiempo para los que vengan después...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3515553764337627474?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3515553764337627474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3515553764337627474' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3515553764337627474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3515553764337627474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/01/hablen-las-palabras.html' title='hablen las palabras....'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/Ra_h-MFrqyI/AAAAAAAAABg/9m2q0MOxYAU/s72-c/cord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8713593074334033474</id><published>2007-01-04T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:13:55.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>invocando la magia de lo real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RZ1C6IHlWLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BM4N3e1cl1U/s1600-h/croquis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016239126339737778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RZ1C6IHlWLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BM4N3e1cl1U/s320/croquis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....a todos, por todo lo que somos y lo que deseamos ser....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8713593074334033474?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8713593074334033474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8713593074334033474' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8713593074334033474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8713593074334033474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2007/01/invocando-la-magia-de-lo-real.html' title='invocando la magia de lo real...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RZ1C6IHlWLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/BM4N3e1cl1U/s72-c/croquis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-3680500821262490873</id><published>2006-12-13T21:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:31:06.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cuelga bien alta en mi despacho ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"diatónica  radical, versificación ritmica potente y diferenciada, nitidez de la linea melódica, claridad y crudeza de las armonias, brillo cortante de los colores sonoros y, finalmente, simplicidad y transparencia de la textura musical y robustez del armazon formal "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                              &lt;/em&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;andré boucourechiliev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-3680500821262490873?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/3680500821262490873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=3680500821262490873' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3680500821262490873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/3680500821262490873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/12/cuelga-bien-alta-en-mi-despacho.html' title='cuelga bien alta en mi despacho ...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5054906643221337865</id><published>2006-12-05T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:50:37.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mies mios....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RXXNRgak-4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JscMjRVTVyQ/s1600-h/mis+muas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005132261535054722" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="245" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RXXNRgak-4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JscMjRVTVyQ/s320/mis+muas.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RXXK_wak-3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/D-Rm_i-hS64/s1600-h/mies+mios.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RXXK_wak-3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/D-Rm_i-hS64/s1600-h/mies+mios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005129757569121138" style="CURSOR: hand" height="189" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RXXK_wak-3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/D-Rm_i-hS64/s320/mies+mios.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;es un espacio &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;claro y limpio&lt;/span&gt; que se extiende infinitamente según el menos es mas de Mies van der Rohe. En &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;su limite&lt;/span&gt; este espacio conduce al vacío, e incluso puede hacer que nuestros pensamientos desaparezcan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5054906643221337865?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5054906643221337865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5054906643221337865' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5054906643221337865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5054906643221337865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/12/mies-mios.html' title='mies mios....'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/RXXNRgak-4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/JscMjRVTVyQ/s72-c/mis+muas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-1904488356621604912</id><published>2006-11-20T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:43:12.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>orden en la sala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/223853/decir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3626/1365/320/242285/decir.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;...ya ha ocurrido muchas veces que una necesidad&lt;br /&gt;imperante generó un objeto o dicho de otro modo, de la desesperación surgió una&lt;br /&gt;nueva serenidad, vivimos en formas anarquicas,pretenciosas,revolucionarias,&lt;br /&gt;¿podemos esperar una catastrofe semejante, que nos lleve a un nuevo orden&lt;br /&gt;arquitectonico? ¿podemos hablar de una réplica del sismo en terminos&lt;br /&gt;formales-arquitectónicos?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-1904488356621604912?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/1904488356621604912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=1904488356621604912' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1904488356621604912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/1904488356621604912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/11/orden-en-la-sala.html' title='orden en la sala...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4308983678908388963</id><published>2006-11-11T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:42:12.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>d_italica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/acanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/acanto.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"el cielo nos une..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4308983678908388963?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4308983678908388963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4308983678908388963' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4308983678908388963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4308983678908388963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/11/ditalica.html' title='d_italica'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-4529980115180501673</id><published>2006-11-11T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:14:51.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ventanas d_hispalis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/IMAG0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" height="63" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/IMAG0157.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/IMAG0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" height="98" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/IMAG0197.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/IMAG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" height="70" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/IMAG0203.jpg" width="81" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/IMAG0154.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jardin, agua y misterio son los tres elementos que conforman una ciudad inefable. Jardin clausurado, delicioso, pero lleno de una sutil melancolia tal si hubiese sido hecho para encerrar a una hermosa morena cautiva. Agua de acequias , de estanques de fuentes o subterráneas, agua que nos quiere comunicar algo esencial sin que logremos comprenderla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/reales%20alcazares2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-4529980115180501673?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/4529980115180501673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=4529980115180501673' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4529980115180501673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/4529980115180501673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/11/hispalis.html' title='ventanas d_hispalis'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-6751377912281305775</id><published>2006-11-05T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:48:31.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>idea de compañía que no de comunicación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/lorca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/lorca.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se desconoce el edificio...., pero si le aplicamos el lenguaje tarantiano,  ¿no podría decirse ..." un edificio en apariencia nada singular pero  que quita el aliento..."?, porque pensemos a Pulgarcito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"...y Pulgarcito, extraviado en el bosque, después de haber caminado horas y horas, ante una pequeña hoguera que ha podido hacerse con algunas ramas secas, para dominar el miedo que le produce la conciencia de que está perdido y solo en la oscuridad sin fondo del bosque, imagina la  visita de su madre, que desde el otro mundo llega acompañada de una luz extensa que desvela las sombras fanasmagóricas de su alrededor. Finalmente, vencido por el cansancio, se queda dormido"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-6751377912281305775?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/6751377912281305775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=6751377912281305775' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6751377912281305775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/6751377912281305775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/11/idea-de-compaa-que-no-de-comunicacin.html' title='idea de compañía que no de comunicación'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-8142066669433177248</id><published>2006-10-27T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:51:52.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>capacidad para atrapar el tiempo presente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/shakesp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/shakesp.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-8142066669433177248?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/8142066669433177248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=8142066669433177248' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8142066669433177248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/8142066669433177248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/10/capacidad-para-atrapar-el-tiempo.html' title='capacidad para atrapar el tiempo presente...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-5263227834058263476</id><published>2006-10-21T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T14:36:01.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>date prisa, no te muevas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/colibrii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/colibrii.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vean al colibrí: está , no está..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;igual que el pensamiento, ...¿y donde fue este murmullo...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-5263227834058263476?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/5263227834058263476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=5263227834058263476' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5263227834058263476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/5263227834058263476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/10/date-prisa-no-te-muevas.html' title='date prisa, no te muevas'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-7457532406257445772</id><published>2006-10-21T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T12:45:49.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>d_empujes activos y pasivos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/1600/calculo%20structuras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3626/1365/320/calculo%20structuras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para vacíos que desconciertan y paralizan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adjunto muro de contención: el agua empuja mas en horizontal que el terreno y ademas se hace notar que el valor del empuje no siempre es el mismo sino que depende de la libertad de movimiento del terreno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-7457532406257445772?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/7457532406257445772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=7457532406257445772' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7457532406257445772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/7457532406257445772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/10/realidad-forma-material-edificio.html' title='d_empujes activos y pasivos'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-116073322590607870</id><published>2006-10-13T11:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>d_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/apunte3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/apunte3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;una poesia debe ser concisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;debe ser exacta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;una poesia debe entenderse.&lt;em&gt; "Joan Margarit"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ASI DEBE DE SER LA ARQUITECTURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-116073322590607870?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/116073322590607870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=116073322590607870' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/116073322590607870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/116073322590607870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/10/d.html' title='d_'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-116073277380754227</id><published>2006-10-13T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.705+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bruce lee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; leer es recorrer un texto ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; es        pa        ci         o        tras   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      es           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                    pa                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     ci                       o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-116073277380754227?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/116073277380754227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=116073277380754227' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/116073277380754227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/116073277380754227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/10/bruce-lee.html' title='bruce lee...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115930296478698289</id><published>2006-09-26T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>las cosas abren un mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JUSTO AQUÍ, el DESEO se hacia terrestre: en esta ciudad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115930296478698289?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115930296478698289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115930296478698289' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115930296478698289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115930296478698289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/09/las-cosas-abren-un-mundo.html' title='las cosas abren un mundo...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115688659197538976</id><published>2006-08-29T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>maquina de hacer pajaros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/IDEACLARITA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/IDEACLARITA.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/stre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 44px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/stre.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EL ARQUITECTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  BAJA HASTA EL SUELO  estrellas DONDE LAS COCINA Y LAS SIRVE A LA GENTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Los artistas cazan estrellas pero pueden quedarse a medio camino, el arquitecto no, porque si es asi su arquitectura será arquitectura de revista Y LAS GRANDES ARQUITECTURAS SON AQUELLAS QUE ENSEÑAN LAS GRANDES IDEAS DE SU TIEMPO A LA GENTE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115688659197538976?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115688659197538976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115688659197538976' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115688659197538976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115688659197538976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/maquina-de-hacer-pajaros.html' title='maquina de hacer pajaros...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115652554360864633</id><published>2006-08-25T18:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.504+02:00</updated><title type='text'>verso de Fray Luis de León...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/dsc00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/dsc00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/campo.jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"... el aire se serena y viste de hermosura y luz no usadas, salinas cuando suena la música callada por tu divina mano gobernada..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115652554360864633?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115652554360864633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115652554360864633' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115652554360864633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115652554360864633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/verso-de-fray-luis-de-len_25.html' title='verso de Fray Luis de León...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115633265275762241</id><published>2006-08-23T13:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mira Miralles..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/msc1_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/msc1_.0.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;En vano nos esforzamos en describir el carácter de una persona; en cambio, reunamos sus acciones, sus hechos y emergerá una imagen de su carácter. J.W.Goethe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pongo a Enric Miralles como ejemplo recolector de ideas, de imágenes y también de objetos, de formas de construcción, que supo insertar en su proceso de proyectos y que le permitió que su trabajo siguiera hasta siempre, sin detenerse jamás ... (se quedó leyendo la vida, instrucciones de uso. de Georges Perec, ¿quien sigue?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115633265275762241?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115633265275762241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115633265275762241' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115633265275762241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115633265275762241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/mira-miralles.html' title='mira Miralles..'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115592115168482198</id><published>2006-08-18T19:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.239+02:00</updated><title type='text'>miren,apunten y ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/viajero1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/viajero1.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.....se ha de tener muy buen "gusto" para poder diseñar el patio interior de una biblioteca hacia el que van dirigidas todas las miradas de quien entra en el edificio.  No tuve acceso al patio... y me puse a leer hojas de hierba de Wiltman... &lt;em&gt;( biblioteca de Cruz y Ortiz en Sevilla)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115592115168482198?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115592115168482198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115592115168482198' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115592115168482198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115592115168482198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/mirenapunten-y.html' title='miren,apunten y ....'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115559376363595970</id><published>2006-08-14T19:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:51:00.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;o o o o o o o o o o o o o&lt;br /&gt;o o o o o o o o o o&lt;br /&gt;o o o o&lt;br /&gt;o o o o o o o o o o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin curriculum construido pero aprendiendo a escuchar la luz para no bloquear la vertical...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115559376363595970?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115559376363595970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115559376363595970' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115559376363595970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115559376363595970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.html' title=''/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115537824090521978</id><published>2006-08-12T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>arquitexturando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object codebase="http://www.apple.com/qtactivex/qtplugin.cab" width="150" classid="clsid:02BF25D5-8C17-4B23-BC80-D3488ABDDC6B" height="272"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://media.revver.com/broadcast/46484/video.mov/8231" /&gt;&lt;param name="controller" value="True" /&gt;&lt;param name="cache" value="False" /&gt;&lt;param name="autoplay" value="False" /&gt;&lt;param name="kioskmode" value="False" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="tofit" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.revver.com/broadcast/46484/video.mov/8231" pluginspage="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/" scale="tofit" kioskmode="False" qtsrc="http://media.revver.com/broadcast/46484/video.mov/8231" cache="False" height="272" width="320" controller="True" type="video/quicktime" autoplay="False"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115537824090521978?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115537824090521978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115537824090521978' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115537824090521978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115537824090521978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/arquitexturando_12.html' title='arquitexturando...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115531410670894876</id><published>2006-08-11T18:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un cielo dos noches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/120588458_011da0ffb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/120588458_011da0ffb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/120588458_011da0ffb4.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;volando por los 7 planetas y el amplio anillo de 80000 kilómetros de diámetro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115531410670894876?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115531410670894876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115531410670894876' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115531410670894876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115531410670894876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/un-cielo-dos-noches.html' title='un cielo dos noches...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115531283472969016</id><published>2006-08-11T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'>no tienen prisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/transitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/transitos.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115531283472969016?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115531283472969016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115531283472969016' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115531283472969016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115531283472969016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-tienen-prisa.html' title='no tienen prisa...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115497759780926708</id><published>2006-08-07T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bocetos para formas lentas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/croq1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px" height="88" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/croq1.0.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/croq1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.........................maclas..................................... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;libros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;flotación.......................... construcción vacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...................................................................desocupación de la esfera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;........yeso........... mallarmé .................1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                          laboratorio de tizas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.. fin de la escultura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;concurrencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......................................................  quosque tandem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115497759780926708?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115497759780926708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115497759780926708' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115497759780926708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115497759780926708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/bocetos-para-formas-lentas.html' title='bocetos para formas lentas'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115496758668810097</id><published>2006-08-07T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>padezco de estenosis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/sot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/200/sot.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..querer hacer algo exige que queramos &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;todas las cosas que son precisas&lt;/span&gt; para su logro, entre ellas dotarnos a nosotros mismos de las cualidades imprescindibles para conseguirlo. Lo demás no es querer algo, es solo desearlo, fantasear, emborracharse con el proyecto, marear, perderse.... por eso se necesita pasión fria y firme voluntad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115496758668810097?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115496758668810097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115496758668810097' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115496758668810097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115496758668810097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/padezco-de-estenosis.html' title='padezco de estenosis...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115481519664590063</id><published>2006-08-05T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.531+02:00</updated><title type='text'>memoria de un eupalinos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/rosetta.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/200/rosetta.1.jpg" width="77" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para el desarrollo de un proyecto de arquitectura es preciso conocer un conjunto de conceptos básicos, y adquirir, mediante el perfeccionamiento, un dominio progresivo de los mismos. Un mayor conocimiento, un mayor rigor, conlleva una mayor libertad en la toma de decisiones, en la medida en que somos más capaces de predecir y control-AR los resultados.Desde la concepción de la idea, el desarrollo del proyecto conlleva, como si se tratara de un código genético, los distintos aspectos del mismo. La estructura, los materiales, las instalaciones... se van concretando de forman natural aunque cuando esto falla nos salen proyectos que son como elefantes con esqueleto de pollos o al revés o sin esqueleto, como babosas gigantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115481519664590063?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115481519664590063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115481519664590063' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115481519664590063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115481519664590063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/memoria-de-un-eupalinos.html' title='memoria de un eupalinos...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115468695305187777</id><published>2006-08-04T12:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.455+02:00</updated><title type='text'>el dibujo dibuja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/muuuuuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/muuuuuu.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODO LO EXAGERADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;todo lo exagerado tiene otro nombre, todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115468695305187777?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115468695305187777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115468695305187777' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115468695305187777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115468695305187777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/08/el-dibujo-dibuja.html' title='el dibujo dibuja'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115436420328040534</id><published>2006-07-31T18:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿qué me quieres amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd7/161267/Jorge%20Drexler%20-%20730%20Dias.mp3"&gt;sueño con la primera cereza de verano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd7/161267/Jorge%20Drexler%20-%20730%20Dias.mp3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/sec1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/sec1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/ciudad%20para%20la%20luz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se realice o no se realice, el sueño nunca es un simulacro. El sueño se refiere a la materialización y la lleva en si con independencia de cuando esta se ejecute. Es una alusion permanente, no de lo que falta sino de lo que hay ademas, mas dentro. Y mirad, dice Borges que todas las cosas andan en busca de su propio arquetipo, incluso los hombres. Por eso concluiré yo tambien que el sueño sale en su busca y busca en si, y como el autor de este sueño no quiero ser si algo no es sobre mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filelodge.com/files/hdd7/161267/Jorge%20Drexler%20-%20730%20Dias.mp3"&gt;sueño con la primera cereza de verano &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/sec1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/200/sec1.0.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115436420328040534?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115436420328040534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115436420328040534' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115436420328040534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115436420328040534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/07/qu-me-quieres-amor.html' title='¿qué me quieres amor?'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115394660258539116</id><published>2006-07-26T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ojos que piensan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/d_materialyeso.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/d_materialyeso.2.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LENTO RAPIDO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/d_materialyeso.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 44px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/d_materialyeso.0.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;limitado INMENSO&lt;br /&gt;ENCADENADO LIBRE&lt;br /&gt;DI&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ERSO uno&lt;br /&gt;AHORA SIEMPRE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/d_materialyeso.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CONCA&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O CONVEXO&lt;br /&gt;donde PROFUNDO&lt;br /&gt;desde manos que miran, desde ojos que aciertan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/d_materialyeso.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115394660258539116?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115394660258539116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115394660258539116' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115394660258539116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115394660258539116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/07/ojos-que-piensan.html' title='ojos que piensan...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115373655501788760</id><published>2006-07-24T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>intersecciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agua &lt;/strong&gt;des&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;elar entrando por cualquiera de las puertas , entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/200/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; paso a paso en un &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiempo sin lugar y en un lugar sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ya pero tan &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; y tan de reyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sala de dos hermanas jardines de lindaraja&lt;br /&gt;mexuar&lt;br /&gt;cuarto dorado 2puertas 1decision arrayán sin boj bum bum &lt;strong&gt;bum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puerta del vino leonesfuente abencerrajesreflejo habitacion del &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; (muros de aligustre techos de &lt;strong&gt;noche&lt;/strong&gt; suelo de alhambra) bosque busque una dirección al templo de debod ahora en &lt;strong&gt;Madrid&lt;/strong&gt; y hagala coincidir con algun eje de agua de la &lt;strong&gt;Alhambra&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/simet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/200/simet.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/generali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/200/generali.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/TEMPLO%20DE%20DEBOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115373655501788760?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115373655501788760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115373655501788760' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115373655501788760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115373655501788760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/07/intersecciones.html' title='intersecciones'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115365835311018406</id><published>2006-07-23T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>labios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/tuu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/tuu.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No es verdad que el alma pese,&lt;br /&gt;el alma es aire, y humo y seda.&lt;br /&gt;La noche es vasta.&lt;br /&gt;Tienes mucho espacio para volar por donde quieras"      &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Hierro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115365835311018406?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115365835311018406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115365835311018406' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115365835311018406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115365835311018406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/07/labios.html' title='labios'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115347766157724940</id><published>2006-07-21T12:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:59.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>personas como lugares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; atentos, curiosos, inventi&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;v&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;os, informados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intentando encontrar lo que los nuevos lugares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pueden ser; lo que (solos) no sabrían ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/monillo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/monillo.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pd: escultura involuntaria pa mi silvi: taza de amapola con servilleta de papel aplastá dentro con bolsa de plastico del dani por encima. silvi vamos a ponernos ya, no? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115347766157724940?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115347766157724940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115347766157724940' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115347766157724940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115347766157724940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/07/personas-como-lugares.html' title='personas como lugares...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-115340427427636856</id><published>2006-07-20T15:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:58.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>siempre queda papel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un sueño no se borra, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;así inicio un nuevo blog que tenia ya repleto de entradas y creo ser el primero que llega al limite de entradas permitidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retomando palabras ya pronunciadas porque sé que las cosas son transitos hacia lo imaginario y que somos seres polimorficoedricos, inicio &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/ciudad%20para%20la%20noche4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/320/ciudad%20para%20la%20noche4.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1034/897/1600/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-115340427427636856?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/115340427427636856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=115340427427636856' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115340427427636856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/115340427427636856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2006/07/siempre-queda-papel.html' title='siempre queda papel...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-111920062390349712</id><published>2005-06-19T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:58.831+02:00</updated><title type='text'>llave maestra a falta de artes marciales...</title><content type='html'>hoy me recordó mi silvi q tenemos un blog de estos donde podemos escribir nuestras ideas o acerca de nuestras lecturas aunque sea de una manera desordenada y despues de un baño y cabeza humeda me puse esta tarde a falta de un bocaillo de tomate y una puleva de vainilla "q por cierto silvi subetelas, porque en el google no encuentro a nadie que salga por tonto de la tarde", bueno sin mas dilacion hablaré de los haikus japones:&lt;br /&gt;los haikus no son cactus ni bonsais, son poesia.&lt;br /&gt;pero una poesia q no busca el alardear , ni la retorica de palabras,&lt;br /&gt;es una poesia q trata de captar de la manera mas breve una emocion.&lt;br /&gt;en todo haiku habrá una parte visible y otra que no lo será.&lt;br /&gt;mirad este haiku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el peor lugar&lt;br /&gt;el peor , el peor&lt;br /&gt;salvo por su frescura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-111920062390349712?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/111920062390349712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=111920062390349712' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/111920062390349712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/111920062390349712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2005/06/llave-maestra-falta-de-artes-marciales.html' title='llave maestra a falta de artes marciales...'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11185706.post-111135182937816631</id><published>2005-03-20T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:50:58.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Territorio Comanche</title><content type='html'>... ése es el lugar donde el instinto te dice que pares el coche y des media vuelta. El lugar donde los caminos están desiertos y las casas son ruinas chamuscadas; donde siempre parece a punto de anochecer y caminas pegado a las paredes, hacia los tiros que suenan a lo lejos, mientras escuchas el ruido de tus pasos sobre los cristales rotos. El suelo de las guerras está siempre cubierto de cristales rotos. Territorio comanche es allí donde los oyes crujir bajo tus botas, y aunque no ves a nadie sabes que te están mirando. Donde no ves los fusiles, pero los fusiles sí te ven a ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;aire en que respiro tiempo&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11185706-111135182937816631?l=diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/feeds/111135182937816631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11185706&amp;postID=111135182937816631' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/111135182937816631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11185706/posts/default/111135182937816631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diegolopezrodriguez.blogspot.com/2005/03/territorio-comanche.html' title='Territorio Comanche'/><author><name>sentido</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15264916127898484971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s_RsrlAdRW4/TJSSUM7l7hI/AAAAAAAAAXE/NHuSG65r_P8/S220/mirando+al+sol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
