<?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-5473574049094828529</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:09:14.923-08:00</updated><category term='Documental'/><title type='text'>Los Reflejos del Sur</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7916049499295710377</id><published>2010-01-29T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T03:59:32.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejos de Marruecos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay3pH77jI/AAAAAAAADbk/Sb2mkTf3-fc/s320/IMG_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433226669470772786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chefchaouen (Valle del Rif, Norte de Marruecos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a1tGYh81I/AAAAAAAADb8/bU_k1znYHhY/s320/IMG_0784.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433229786881323858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chefchaouen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay4FxF-PI/AAAAAAAADbs/8y_44pQne88/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay4FxF-PI/AAAAAAAADbs/8y_44pQne88/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433226677159590130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay3pH77jI/AAAAAAAADbk/Sb2mkTf3-fc/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Alrededores de Chefchaouen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay3pH77jI/AAAAAAAADbk/Sb2mkTf3-fc/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a1szsUEFI/AAAAAAAADb0/Rp-SvTV03Lg/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433229781864026194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Casa de Abdull, alrededores de Chefchaouen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a1tXoREdI/AAAAAAAADcE/qDS4NBo9gIw/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433229791510729170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El palmeral, (camino del desierto, sur de Marruecos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a1t1GYnKI/AAAAAAAADcM/zJ6aEXsn0so/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433229799421680802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Merzouga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Sur-este de Marruecos, cerca de la frontera con Algeria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fotografía de Gemma Puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a3977kmRI/AAAAAAAADcc/8Z3yx7Aiezo/s320/IMG_0953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433232275156539666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Merzouga. fotografía de Gemma Puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a39gpQ3XI/AAAAAAAADcU/dInlo3L3KoQ/s320/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433232267831991666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amanecer de camino a la duna de Erg Chebbi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;desierto de Merzouga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a5y-PHXnI/AAAAAAAADcs/_WXlJa2l4VE/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a5y-PHXnI/AAAAAAAADcs/_WXlJa2l4VE/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433234285820075634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amanecer de camino a la Gran Duna, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;desierto de Merzouga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a3-QARQEI/AAAAAAAADck/7wC8w6kz1Nc/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a3-QARQEI/AAAAAAAADck/7wC8w6kz1Nc/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433232280544952386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Moha, encima de la duna de Erg Chebby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fotografía de Iago López&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a3977kmRI/AAAAAAAADcc/8Z3yx7Aiezo/s1600-h/IMG_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a5zWbLfyI/AAAAAAAADc0/_YkB7QnsBpI/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a5zWbLfyI/AAAAAAAADc0/_YkB7QnsBpI/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433234292313128738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay4FxF-PI/AAAAAAAADbs/8y_44pQne88/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zoco en Marrakech, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fotografía de Iago López.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay4FxF-PI/AAAAAAAADbs/8y_44pQne88/s1600-h/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay3pH77jI/AAAAAAAADbk/Sb2mkTf3-fc/s1600-h/IMG_0686.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2a5znF0gOI/AAAAAAAADc8/hQFw6barQl4/s320/IMG_1032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433234296786944226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zoco en Marrakech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fotografía de Iago López&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7916049499295710377?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7916049499295710377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7916049499295710377' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7916049499295710377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7916049499295710377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflejos-de-marruecos-ii.html' title='Reflejos de Marruecos II'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/S2ay3pH77jI/AAAAAAAADbk/Sb2mkTf3-fc/s72-c/IMG_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-3096865978928160901</id><published>2009-09-15T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:06:56.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Documental'/><title type='text'>Enlazando Querencias / Reel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlJKrRMsN-Y&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlJKrRMsN-Y&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Enlazando Querencias&lt;/span&gt;,es la invitación a convertir en familiar lo ajeno y develar, durante 52 minutos, otra forma de ser colombianos que relacionada con las tradiciones ganaderas, se abaquiana entre las planicies del llano casanareño. Con el fin de explorar la manera de amar, soñar y vivir que se desprende de una práctica social e imaginario simbólico conocido como Trabajo de Llano, este proyecto documental se abre espacio entre el encanto del paisaje y el quehacer del hombre para encontrar aspectos de la cultura llanera que una vez capturados en imágenes, proyectan buena parte de la vida y el sentido del llano y el llanero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proximamente más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Srq0E1dv6NI/AAAAAAAADbE/FGpXHBOn0zM/s1600-h/Portada+Enlazando+Querencias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Srq0E1dv6NI/AAAAAAAADbE/FGpXHBOn0zM/s320/Portada+Enlazando+Querencias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384814299639179474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-3096865978928160901?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/3096865978928160901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=3096865978928160901' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3096865978928160901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3096865978928160901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/09/enlazando-querencias_15.html' title='Enlazando Querencias / Reel'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Srq0E1dv6NI/AAAAAAAADbE/FGpXHBOn0zM/s72-c/Portada+Enlazando+Querencias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-8813516843594478826</id><published>2009-09-08T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:04:47.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejos del desierto de la Tatacoa (Colombia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SqanoEv98jI/AAAAAAAADak/J2KNc5FXBFM/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A unos 300 km al sur-oeste de Bogotá, existe un lugar de visita obligada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SqannjsHgHI/AAAAAAAADac/XxZ_ETnXVR0/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SqanmIgqQ4I/AAAAAAAADaE/E6RidJB0Sh8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SqanmIgqQ4I/AAAAAAAADaE/E6RidJB0Sh8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SqanmIgqQ4I/AAAAAAAADaE/E6RidJB0Sh8/s320/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379171078501974914" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SqanmIgqQ4I/AAAAAAAADaE/E6RidJB0Sh8/s1600-h/IMG_0223.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sqanmj65mhI/AAAAAAAADaM/1L5HFAVdMa8/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379171085859789330" style="display: block; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhjTKSmsI/AAAAAAAAC_c/P2mhwDi5zmQ/s1600-h/marroc+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506136198388418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhjTKSmsI/AAAAAAAAC_c/P2mhwDi5zmQ/s320/marroc+2009+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plaza Djemaa el Fna, Marrakech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506141196398466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhjlx6L4I/AAAAAAAAC_k/pTnt30aLFL0/s320/marroc+2009+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desierto de Merzuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506147206717778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhj8K4YVI/AAAAAAAAC_s/y1nU-nSA6xQ/s320/marroc+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desierto de Merzuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506148344232098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhkAaFeKI/AAAAAAAAC_0/Kx6IpEJMInU/s320/marroc+2009+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercado de Rissani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506154791996210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhkYbWizI/AAAAAAAAC_8/hEiWBoV3dxI/s320/marroc+2009+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercado de Rissani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507092146681890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKia8WH-CI/AAAAAAAADAM/RXMbcp3Z-GY/s320/marroc+2009+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercado de Rissani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507088330497810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKiauIRnxI/AAAAAAAADAE/cNYzblhbvS8/s320/marroc+2009+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mercado de Rissani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507092595423234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKia-BHOAI/AAAAAAAADAU/hCSwaRuo70k/s320/marroc+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gran duna de Ergg Chebby, desierto de Merzuga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507766982774434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKjCOTljqI/AAAAAAAADAc/3XSj-wUbTJk/s320/marroc+2009+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vistas desde la duna Ergg Chebby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507766481000034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKjCMb9FmI/AAAAAAAADAk/XkjujjfKbps/s320/marroc+2009+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En la cima de la gran Duna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337507774237061538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKjCpVJMaI/AAAAAAAADAs/nWGaD8tvkB0/s320/marroc+2009+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanecer en la cima de Ergg Chebby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-29206257434951279?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/29206257434951279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=29206257434951279' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/29206257434951279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/29206257434951279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflejos-de-marruecos.html' title='Reflejos de Marruecos'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ShKhjTKSmsI/AAAAAAAAC_c/P2mhwDi5zmQ/s72-c/marroc+2009+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7925070911787896217</id><published>2009-05-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:18:24.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrastes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este mes de abril he tenido la suerte, porque viajar siempre es un privilegio, de estar en dos lugares que podríamos considerar diametralmente opuestos. Uno es Nueva York, la supuesta capital del mundo, ciudad de referencia en arte, moda, infraestructuras, nuevas tecnologías, avances médicos, cosmopolitanismo, modernidad y un largo etcétera que englobaría casi todos los campos. Sin embargo el mismo asfalto también es presa de un caos absorvente, del consumismo extremo, de una contaminación sonora y lumínica exagerada, y de unas diferencias sociales abismales. Allí, unos 8 millones de personas viven pendientes del reloj y la maximización de los beneficios económicos, envueltos en una vorágine de crecimiento y poder que les consume poco a poco y que no les deja margen para gozar de todo lo que tienen...siempre quieren más. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El segundo es Khamlia, un pequeño pueblo al sur-este de Marruecos (cerca de Argelia), a 7 km de Merzouga y a la sombra de la gran duna de Erg Chebbi, en el que sus habitantes transitan entre la mezquita, una única tienda y sus cerca de 40 casas hechas de adobe. Allí el día a día transcurre con pura calma, a otro ritmo, entre el cantar de los gallos, el rebuznar de los burros y el balar de las cabras. En Khamlia el único reloj es el sol y lo que brota de la tierra es humildad, trabajo, generosidad y respeto. En este pueblo se cultivan con empeño las relaciones humanas, los valores, y las sonrisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744587071023858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG28qZBavI/AAAAAAAAC8o/cgpsX4F8CUE/s320/new+york+2009+340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                     Manhattan. Fotografía de Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744584022354018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG28fCKaGI/AAAAAAAAC8g/EAQxt370pWU/s320/marroc+2009+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                               Khamlia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332748132809960098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG6LDTD6qI/AAAAAAAAC9o/8qF54EUGe8Q/s320/new+york+2009+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                       Heterogeneidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332748129813943954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG6K4IwVpI/AAAAAAAAC9g/e2dvkHOZ56c/s320/marroc+2009+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                          Homogeneidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744590489269954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG283H_tsI/AAAAAAAAC8w/4XmsYCg6KvA/s320/new+york+2009+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                       Verticalidad. Fotografía de Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744595207116578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG29Is0VyI/AAAAAAAAC84/EfUH-q8XEpE/s320/marroc+2009+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                      Horizontalidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332746378106533282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG4k6hKdaI/AAAAAAAAC9A/TOQW5tY7FC4/s320/new+york+2009+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                              Bullicio. Fotografía de Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332746384847770450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG4lToZk1I/AAAAAAAAC9I/HDkiH-9eI6Y/s320/marroc+2009+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332746391680504066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG4ltFc0QI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/ceeqzvpnkyY/s320/new+york+2009+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luminosidad. Fotografía de Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332746395089576690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG4l5yPIvI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/CT7H9T3IEhk/s320/marroc+2009+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332748146377700930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG6L113NkI/AAAAAAAAC94/vRU5YzPBJSc/s320/new+york+2009+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Complejidad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puente de Brooklin). Fotografía de Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750112350479138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG7-RqTIyI/AAAAAAAAC-A/c7_ZNnXns9s/s320/marroc+2009+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                   Sencillez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750129182701586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG7_QXaeBI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/rk1oC_kC-os/s320/new+york+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Genialidad (Flatiron building)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332748137069681602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG6LTKqG8I/AAAAAAAAC9w/AEX6qmc7WGo/s320/marroc+2009+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Austeridad (escuela mixta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332761076394917058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgHF8d6MfMI/AAAAAAAAC-g/sLcz0jph-Xs/s320/new+york+2009+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                      Multinacional. Fotografía de Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332750118737432706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG7-pdEUII/AAAAAAAAC-I/R8dITBw5eSg/s320/marroc+2009+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                               Tienda única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;En Khamlia han convivido durante años, habitantes bereberes, árabes y tribus de origen sub-sahariano. Actualmente la mayoría de la población es de raza negra, de la tribu de Los Bambaras, también denominados Gnawas, (nombre que reciben los descendientes de los esclavos que provenían del áfrica negra). En el pasado los aldeanos se ganaban la vida trabajando en los campos y oasis para agricultores ricos y como pastores de camellos y cabras. Ahora empiezan a ser conocidos por la música Gnawa, que llegó de la mano de los esclavos que huyeron de Senegal, Sudán y Malí. Para los Gnawas la música tiene una gran importancia socio-psicológica y juega una papel muy importante tanto en la vida diaria como en los festivales. A veces la usan para ayudar a curar enfermedades, e incluso para entrar en trance y tomar contacto "con el otro mundo"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7925070911787896217?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7925070911787896217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7925070911787896217' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7925070911787896217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7925070911787896217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/05/contrastes.html' title='Contrastes'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SgG28qZBavI/AAAAAAAAC8o/cgpsX4F8CUE/s72-c/new+york+2009+340.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-2986759461173279238</id><published>2009-05-02T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:13:18.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ventanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta es otra manera de contar una historia...&lt;br /&gt;Aquí las ventanas de Los Reflejos del Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv4ToXOxBI/AAAAAAAAC58/9adzr6Fv0Ag/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv4ToXOxBI/AAAAAAAAC58/9adzr6Fv0Ag/s320/P1010009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331127600059171858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-V8vCSzI/AAAAAAAAC7c/z0CbnfNI38U/s1600-h/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-V8vCSzI/AAAAAAAAC7c/z0CbnfNI38U/s320/Page_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134236957231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noches en Buenos Aires  y Bogotá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-WLHVghI/AAAAAAAAC7k/4xNyiiTR-aI/s1600-h/Page_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-WLHVghI/AAAAAAAAC7k/4xNyiiTR-aI/s320/Page_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134240817250834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ventanas en la Isla de Chiloé - Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-VrGJX2I/AAAAAAAAC7M/SpQNtEv3BSg/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-VrGJX2I/AAAAAAAAC7M/SpQNtEv3BSg/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134232222326626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La luna se refleja por las calles de Ancud - Isla de Chiloé - Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-lUccHRI/AAAAAAAAC70/PwYaOG3JuuU/s1600-h/Page_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-lUccHRI/AAAAAAAAC70/PwYaOG3JuuU/s320/Page_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134501019720978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fragmentos del Pacífico en la Isla de Chiloé - Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-VptwcPI/AAAAAAAAC7U/_DeervA9HNY/s1600-h/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-VptwcPI/AAAAAAAAC7U/_DeervA9HNY/s320/Page_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134231851593970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;São Paulo&lt;/em&gt; - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-loBkm4I/AAAAAAAAC78/CItWUGtp3dA/s1600-h/Page_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-loBkm4I/AAAAAAAAC78/CItWUGtp3dA/s320/Page_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134506275740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uno que otro hostel en busca de la Estrada do Sol -  Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv5N5agl_I/AAAAAAAAC6s/s782_L9S7uI/s1600-h/P1040480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv5N5agl_I/AAAAAAAAC6s/s782_L9S7uI/s320/P1040480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331128601068738546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De fiesta en &lt;em&gt;São Luís do&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Maranhão&lt;/em&gt; - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-WQPB37I/AAAAAAAAC7s/LzdoXKR5vFE/s1600-h/Page_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv-WQPB37I/AAAAAAAAC7s/LzdoXKR5vFE/s320/Page_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134242191695794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De invierno en Utah - E.U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-2986759461173279238?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/2986759461173279238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=2986759461173279238' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2986759461173279238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2986759461173279238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/05/ventanas.html' title='Ventanas'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/Sfv4ToXOxBI/AAAAAAAAC58/9adzr6Fv0Ag/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5028902006851959854</id><published>2009-03-20T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:13:21.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejos del Corazón del Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQd8h3C_zI/AAAAAAAAC0o/ZTXyzi3qjRk/s1600-h/P1080009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbBlJFffI/AAAAAAAACzw/Bzn0FxEExvw/s1600-h/P1070998.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQabR2_k2I/AAAAAAAACzY/nSB7J7Z6YUI/s320/P1070780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402516156879714" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta es el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Corazón del Mundo&lt;/span&gt; para los indígenas Wiwa, Kogui, Arhuacos y Kankuamos de la zona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQalAQ4NzI/AAAAAAAACzg/eSKH3gyci7s/s320/P1070796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315402683232302898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Es también el pico más elevado de Colombia y la montaña más alta del mundo a los pies del mar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbBlJFffI/AAAAAAAACzw/Bzn0FxEExvw/s1600-h/P1070998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbBlJFffI/AAAAAAAACzw/Bzn0FxEExvw/s320/P1070998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315403174168067570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 122px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbBRHbsUI/AAAAAAAACzo/MVl73l5CKSA/s1600-h/P1070996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbBRHbsUI/AAAAAAAACzo/MVl73l5CKSA/s320/P1070996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315403168792424770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Allí viven indígenas de diferentes etnias que consideran al resto de los seres humanos como sus "hermanitos menores". Nosotros, los de este lado de la línea negra, los que no vivimos, ni hacemos parte de sus comunidades, somos entonces los hermanitos menores. Hermanitos que por muchas razones hemos olvidado nuestros orígenes, maltratado nuestra madre tierra y puesto en riesgo al &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corazón del Mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPi6r4bu8I/AAAAAAAACxw/x51wF_1KDsY/s1600-h/P1070993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPi6r4bu8I/AAAAAAAACxw/x51wF_1KDsY/s320/P1070993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315341483067030466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbVD0zMPI/AAAAAAAACz4/3rLgltgIwTU/s1600-h/P1070838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQbVD0zMPI/AAAAAAAACz4/3rLgltgIwTU/s320/P1070838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315403508821995762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPhTrJ0z0I/AAAAAAAACw4/vhCxL9dLZ_4/s320/P1070990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315339713345015618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A las puertas de Nabusimake, el pueblo arhuaco que significa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tierra donde Nace el Sol"&lt;/span&gt;, surgen tres proyectos documentales donde desde diferentes perspectivas las autoridades religiosas de la zona, los &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamos&lt;/span&gt;, mandan un mensaje revelador al hermanito menor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPi52Y9CQI/AAAAAAAACxY/ffd_28axbdE/s320/P1070981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315341468707916034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPi6I_HaDI/AAAAAAAACxg/t6DNJ786Nqg/s320/P1070985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315341473699817522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPi6iM95GI/AAAAAAAACxo/37KnGI3wjqg/s1600-h/P1070986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPi6iM95GI/AAAAAAAACxo/37KnGI3wjqg/s320/P1070986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315341480468800610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por primera vez los indígenas de la Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta se enfrentan a la tarea de escribir en imágenes su propia visión del mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPhUvnyK4I/AAAAAAAACxQ/kKhEfscsmMo/s1600-h/P1080013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScPhUvnyK4I/AAAAAAAACxQ/kKhEfscsmMo/s320/P1080013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315339731724282754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQd8NWxczI/AAAAAAAAC0g/Wy5kfqUWPxE/s1600-h/P1080010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQd8NWxczI/AAAAAAAAC0g/Wy5kfqUWPxE/s320/P1080010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315406380418560818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Amado Villafaña director arhuaco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQcKSy-McI/AAAAAAAAC0I/MOHprTYtaRw/s320/P1080011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315404423373926850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estos reflejos del &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;orazón&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;del Mundo&lt;/span&gt; nos llaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQcK2Y2wcI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FB4yXygd-zY/s1600-h/P1070790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQcK2Y2wcI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/FB4yXygd-zY/s320/P1070790.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315404432928063938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5028902006851959854?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5028902006851959854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5028902006851959854' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5028902006851959854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5028902006851959854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/03/reflejos-desde-el-corazon-del-mundo.html' title='Reflejos del Corazón del Mundo'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/ScQabR2_k2I/AAAAAAAACzY/nSB7J7Z6YUI/s72-c/P1070780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-1133856130025147098</id><published>2009-03-11T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:24:55.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puros Reflejos IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta - Colombia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SbgUf3tvpfI/AAAAAAAACvo/kgarhaOowfc/s1600-h/zona+campesina+aerea_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SbgUf3tvpfI/AAAAAAAACvo/kgarhaOowfc/s320/zona+campesina+aerea_0254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312018298247816690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta es la formación montañosa litoral más alta del mundo. Desde las costas del Mar Caribe en Colombia hasta llegar a un altura de 5.775 metros, empieza a maravillarnos con su verde, con su historia y con los secretos que tiene guardados para quienes nunca la han visitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SbgUgFjy1RI/AAAAAAAACvw/9m1Rz14dH8s/s1600-h/Sep.2008-1%C3%A5+salida+Zhigoneshi-274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SbgUgFjy1RI/AAAAAAAACvw/9m1Rz14dH8s/s320/Sep.2008-1%C3%A5+salida+Zhigoneshi-274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312018301964178706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proximamente más de lo que esta tierra y la gente que la habita tiene para decirnos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fotografías de Amado Villafaña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-1133856130025147098?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/1133856130025147098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=1133856130025147098' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1133856130025147098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1133856130025147098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/03/puros-reflejos-ix.html' title='Puros Reflejos IX'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SbgUf3tvpfI/AAAAAAAACvo/kgarhaOowfc/s72-c/zona+campesina+aerea_0254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7745695789833169968</id><published>2009-02-16T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:54:03.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¡50 años de Revolución en Cuba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mientras una de las creadoras de Reflejos descubría los entresijos del Sundance Festival y se dejaba cautivar por la magia de los copos de nieve, yo, el otro, viajaba a la Cuba Revolucionaria para palpar en primera persona el estado real de una isla bloqueada que se resiste a ceder terreno al capitalismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453886919609474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmnNhSCDII/AAAAAAAACs0/c-DnVNmvkeI/s320/Imagen+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uno de tantos carteles en favor de la Revolución, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303454815941500162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmoDmKHHQI/AAAAAAAACtM/SAnd6CXq9yg/s320/Imagen+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plaza de la Revolución, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303454826289122802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmoEMtLTfI/AAAAAAAACtU/WLQMmFrpUYE/s320/Imagen+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calle 23 en el barrio Vedado, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ya han pasado 50 años desde que los barbudos de la Sierra Maestra, con Fidel al frente, llegaban victoriosos a la Habana para brindar una revolución socialista a un pueblo dominado por la desigualdad y la corrupción. Y aunque los ideales y los valores de dicha revolución siguen intactos, la economía, mermada por el bloqueo norteamericano y la caída del bloque soviético en 1989, hace que la población tenga ciertas dificultades en su cotidianidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453899869477602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmnORhhWuI/AAAAAAAACtE/IgYFF0-BGpU/s320/Imagen+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mausoleo del Che, (Santa Clara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303458812502046578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmrsOgZd3I/AAAAAAAACts/f1t256ai33U/s320/Imagen+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El tren descarrilado en Santa Clara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;momento clave para la victoria de la guerrilla en 1959&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303458802606770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmrrppLh9I/AAAAAAAACtc/vNKeNyn5hIA/s320/Imagen+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Una calle de la habana vieja, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303458817026379826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmrsfXFUDI/AAAAAAAACt0/LxnUCu4mKVQ/s320/Imagen+328.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reliquia de los años 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi ilusión era poder vivir &lt;em&gt;in situ&lt;/em&gt; uno de esos actos multitudinarios en la Plaza de la Revolución de la capital cubana, que me convenciera de la vigencia entre la población de este largo proceso con destino incierto, según algunos medios de comunicación occidentales. Estando allí pude ver que la incertidumbre no es tal y que Fidel tiene como sucesor un partido y un organismo cohesionado, con Raúl como cabeza visible. Aún así, me quedé con las ganas de mezclarme entre una multitud exaltada aclamando las grandezas de la Revolución. La celebración de los festejos fue de total austeridad, y posiblemente una de las causas pueda haber sido los recientes huracanes que han debilitado todavía más la isla. Sin embargo me llevo en la memoria gran cantidad de momentos mágicos vividos entre gente sin complejos, alegre por naturaleza, vital, generosa, solidaria, trabajadora, culta, y con muchas cosas que enseñar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460946396120706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmtob4ZBoI/AAAAAAAACuE/4MwOd3WewsU/s320/Imagen+318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fiesta de fin de año auténtica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y qué decir de la Habana...sin duda hay que ir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453874943242546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmnM0qpMTI/AAAAAAAACss/ITAqXRIksXE/s320/Imagen+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Monumento a José Martí (icono de la independencia) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;en la Plaza de la Revolución, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303453893467362642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmnN5rI1VI/AAAAAAAACs8/Lvmchqne5DE/s320/Imagen+263.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Museo de la Revolución, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303458808122805490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmrr-MTjPI/AAAAAAAACtk/PuXtY4hy2Rw/s320/Imagen+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Universidad de La Habana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467918803533618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmz-SH2_zI/AAAAAAAACus/duYlfzwwVb8/s320/Imagen+386.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Malecón al atardecer, (La Habana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460934715993442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmtnwXobWI/AAAAAAAACt8/juXNEwoWtyY/s320/Imagen+312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Capitolio, (La Habana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460949546060626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmtonnZS1I/AAAAAAAACuM/9RyAdMKGOeo/s320/Imagen+357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plaza central, (Trinidad de Cuba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303460952915724770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmto0KySeI/AAAAAAAACuU/B6qk8CAyNpQ/s320/Imagen+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playas del este, (a 20 km de La Habana) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303467915389940130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmz-FZ_saI/AAAAAAAACuk/6VXKwm0-llQ/s320/Imagen+373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playas del este, (a 20 km de La Habana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todas las imágenes han sido realizadas por Miquel Sureda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7745695789833169968?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7745695789833169968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7745695789833169968' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7745695789833169968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7745695789833169968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/02/50-anos-de-revolucion-en-cuba.html' title='¡50 años de Revolución en Cuba!'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SZmnNhSCDII/AAAAAAAACs0/c-DnVNmvkeI/s72-c/Imagen+293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5902435227392745608</id><published>2009-02-06T13:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:22:51.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mágicos copos de nieve en la memoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVADA EN PARK CITY - UTAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYyxpZ-L7QI/AAAAAAAACrU/GJLFT25LB7E/s1600-h/Page_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYyxpZ-L7QI/AAAAAAAACrU/GJLFT25LB7E/s320/Page_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299806186412698882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talía emocionada con cada copo de nieve que toca su rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0JrRmM5I/AAAAAAAACrs/f7GVTzTKhwc/s1600-h/P1070374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0JrRmM5I/AAAAAAAACrs/f7GVTzTKhwc/s320/P1070374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299808939836584850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primera nevada durante el Festival del Sundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0KOub8YI/AAAAAAAACr0/aIvVOVFGPTk/s1600-h/P1070375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0KOub8YI/AAAAAAAACr0/aIvVOVFGPTk/s320/P1070375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299808949352788354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Los copitos van aferrándose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0LF1Y-0I/AAAAAAAACsE/49KkyWP9KYw/s1600-h/P1070453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0LF1Y-0I/AAAAAAAACsE/49KkyWP9KYw/s320/P1070453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299808964145904450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todo se va cubriendo de nieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0KrF2rfI/AAAAAAAACr8/PA7C7902z54/s1600-h/P1070449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy0KrF2rfI/AAAAAAAACr8/PA7C7902z54/s320/P1070449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299808956967202290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Después de dos horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy4Yzf2S2I/AAAAAAAACsU/01Ciiqy_cjE/s1600-h/P1070482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy4Yzf2S2I/AAAAAAAACsU/01Ciiqy_cjE/s320/P1070482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299813597788392290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al final, los rastros de esta nevada se ven así&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy4ZWdwdvI/AAAAAAAACsc/9fnJKdGvERc/s1600-h/P1070483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy4ZWdwdvI/AAAAAAAACsc/9fnJKdGvERc/s320/P1070483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299813607174862578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay magia por todas partes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy5Bh4tGXI/AAAAAAAACsk/wDMUnTJv4Lo/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYy5Bh4tGXI/AAAAAAAACsk/wDMUnTJv4Lo/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299814297435445618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cae la noche, Talía camina y juega con la nieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mágicos copos de nieve quedan en la memoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5902435227392745608?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5902435227392745608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5902435227392745608' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5902435227392745608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5902435227392745608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/02/magicos-copos-de-nieve-en-la-memoria.html' title='Mágicos copos de nieve en la memoria'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYyxpZ-L7QI/AAAAAAAACrU/GJLFT25LB7E/s72-c/Page_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-900691124995301208</id><published>2009-02-04T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:37:11.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historias de Aeropuertos, complicidad mochilera II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Acaso es posible pasar más de 10 horas esperando hacer conexión a otro vuelo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxi-KUHI/AAAAAAAACqk/iojwWTl0Vco/s1600-h/P1070759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxi-KUHI/AAAAAAAACqk/iojwWTl0Vco/s320/P1070759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298888234058272882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nunca se sabe qué puede pasar cuando hay conexiones por hacer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxtHX5vI/AAAAAAAACqs/3ps-11a7jiM/s1600-h/P1070761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxtHX5vI/AAAAAAAACqs/3ps-11a7jiM/s320/P1070761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298888236781266674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Descendiendo hacia Salt Lake City - Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYlux_f1k-I/AAAAAAAACq0/jc9vOTFuGg8/s1600-h/P1070767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYlux_f1k-I/AAAAAAAACq0/jc9vOTFuGg8/s320/P1070767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298888241715712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otro avión aterrizando al mismo tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿cuántos viajeros duermen a diario en algún rincón de los miles de aeropuerto del mundo?&lt;br /&gt;¿se puede conciliar el sueño?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Poco o nada había pensado sobre estos asuntos hasta hace unos días cuando por una tormenta de hielo era imposible tomar el siguiente vuelo que me llevaría a mi destino final. Sin ánimo para salir en busca de un hotel en medio del frío decidí aventurarme a la idea de dormir en el aeropuerto. Hoy, 6 días después de la pasada experiencia, vuelvo a quedarme en otro aeropuerto durante la noche. Cada aeropuerto es diferente pero no deja de ser desconcertante andar con la mochila por ahí viendo el mismo lugar que se transita casi siempre corriendo, ahora invadido de cierta pausa y monotonía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltjV0gezI/AAAAAAAACps/f3Ez2_FYl1Y/s1600-h/P1070500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltjV0gezI/AAAAAAAACps/f3Ez2_FYl1Y/s320/P1070500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886890498325298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En unas 12 horas estaré saliendo por este mismo sitio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo primero que hay que hacer si la aerolínea lo permite es hacer el check inn y deshacerse del equipaje, de esa manera se tiene acceso a las salas de espera donde el tiempo es más ameno. Una buena sala de espera seguro tiene algún televisor con noticias y por qué no, alguna toma de corriente para cargar lo que sea necesario. En mi caso, el computador que después de conectar a internet permite hablar por Skype, mandar todos los correos atrasados y hasta publicar en el blog que se tenía abandonado. Si el computador tiene cámara incluso puede servir para que algún amigo desde otro lugar del mundo se quede cuidando las cosas mientras vas al baño o hablas con la gente de la aerolínea. Ah y obviamente como el tiempo lo permite, se sugiere hacer algunas pesquisas en internet de otros viajeros que duermen en los aeropuertos para aprender algunos tips, como por ejemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sleepinginairports.net/"&gt;http://www.sleepinginairports.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxB8WDgI/AAAAAAAACqU/WZGY7njrzIg/s1600-h/P1070515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxB8WDgI/AAAAAAAACqU/WZGY7njrzIg/s320/P1070515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298888225192283650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sala de espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez encontrado el lugar será necesario proveerse de comida, los restaurantes tienden a cerrar hacia las 12pm. En mi caso particular la primera vez cuando corrí por comida, pese a ser muy tarde, la señorita terminó regalándome algunas cosas que ya tenía empacadas para llevar a su casa. Hoy en cambio encontré una maquina que por $2.50USD saca papas fritas recién hechas, sandwiches y hasta pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche es larga, así que se trata de tener diferentes tipos de distracciones, revistas, libros, música, internet y la disposición del cuerpo para relajarse hasta que llegue el anuncio del esperado vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que la vez pasada corrí con más suerte, una cama de camping que me dieron, 3 mantas y la compañía de un sin numero de viajeros (20 o 30 más o menos) que durante toda la noche fueron llegando a la sala de espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltkEgzB4I/AAAAAAAACqE/rZ397IGG5FE/s1600-h/P1070513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltkEgzB4I/AAAAAAAACqE/rZ397IGG5FE/s320/P1070513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886903032121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Al inicio de la noche eramos solo nosotros dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltkH9fKFI/AAAAAAAACqM/0PDXNYQBhI4/s1600-h/P1070514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltkH9fKFI/AAAAAAAACqM/0PDXNYQBhI4/s320/P1070514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886903957760082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El guardían de mis sueños:&lt;br /&gt;un conductor de bus que por la tormenta no pudo conducir hasta su casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYlzF8KnBlI/AAAAAAAACq8/Ga-xGx3iCCA/s1600-h/P1070517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYlzF8KnBlI/AAAAAAAACq8/Ga-xGx3iCCA/s320/P1070517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298892982465267282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otros prefieren pasar el tiempo jugando cartas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYlzGPmt56I/AAAAAAAACrE/mrVaRc5BFNg/s1600-h/P1070519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYlzGPmt56I/AAAAAAAACrE/mrVaRc5BFNg/s320/P1070519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298892987683432354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La sala de espera se va llenando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;La vez pasada un conductor de bus que también se quedó en el aeropuerto durmiendo, se volvío un angelito que me permitió conciliar el sueño sin preocupación alguna. En la mañana él me despertó para decirme que debía alistarme porque ya estaban llamando mi vuelo. Esta vez tan solo puedo hablar de otros cuatro individuos al rededor del pasillo, una señora medio loca que habla de gente que la persigue, de cristo, el diablo, el cielo y el infierno... Un sin número de trabajadores que con diferentes máquinas están a la tarea de limpiar el aeropuerto y un poco de frío que se cuela por las puertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltjjOuMdI/AAAAAAAACp0/Oui9z2JBuG4/s1600-h/P1070510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYltjjOuMdI/AAAAAAAACp0/Oui9z2JBuG4/s320/P1070510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298886894097936850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lista para dormir antes de llegar a mi destino final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aquí me despido con un trozo más de esta aventura por el norte para estos Reflejos  del Sur que me dejaron impreso eso que llamamos complicidad mochilera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxdbmssI/AAAAAAAACqc/buYY4KKX1V0/s1600-h/P1070516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxdbmssI/AAAAAAAACqc/buYY4KKX1V0/s320/P1070516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298888232571155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talía, minutos antes de poner un poco de música y caer en un sueño profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-900691124995301208?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/900691124995301208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=900691124995301208' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/900691124995301208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/900691124995301208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/02/historias-de-aeropuertos-complicidad.html' title='Historias de Aeropuertos, complicidad mochilera II'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SYluxi-KUHI/AAAAAAAACqk/iojwWTl0Vco/s72-c/P1070759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-4171733495226274007</id><published>2009-01-26T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:13:56.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día no alcanza... una semana tampoco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN EL SUNDANCE FILM FESTIVAL&lt;br /&gt;TODO PASA TAN RAPIDO QUE APENAS SI NOS DAMOS CUENTA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6h1FtXX_I/AAAAAAAACnA/ro04hMdkXs4/s1600-h/P1070191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6h1FtXX_I/AAAAAAAACnA/ro04hMdkXs4/s320/P1070191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295848145271873522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dicen que un día en el Sundance es igual a una semana y la verdad es que así se siente. Tantas cosas por explorar que las 24 horas del día no alcanzan. Al principio multitudes de gente con un mismo propósito se cruzan por las calles buscando la manera de llegar hasta este o aquel teatro y ver alguna de las 30 películas programadas cada día. Todos con los catálogos en las manos tratando de elegir lo que nos llama la atención. Hay tantas actividades en diferentes sitios que cuesta trabajo organizarse. Corriendo se llega al teatro seleccionado para seguramente esperar 1 o 2 horas antes de entrar, hablar con el compañero de fila, saber qué ha visto, qué es bueno y qué no, quién es...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día no alcanza, pero una semana tampoco para entender lo que pasa a nuestro alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6h1SWpfhI/AAAAAAAACnI/wvj_5fIQTCg/s1600-h/P1070194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6h1SWpfhI/AAAAAAAACnI/wvj_5fIQTCg/s320/P1070194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295848148666252818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada quien tiene algo por contar y en la pantalla grande terminamos viendo historias que se introducen en nuestros días para hacernos pensar en un mundo que ajeno o no a la realidad, nos plantea nuevas miradas y sensaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6k12msYqI/AAAAAAAACnQ/ifnp9kWFFoY/s1600-h/P1070230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6k12msYqI/AAAAAAAACnQ/ifnp9kWFFoY/s320/P1070230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851456932111010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Imágen del vídeo que presenta el Sundance antes de cada película.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotografía de cómo era el festival hace 25 años cuando comenzó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6lP-4sm2I/AAAAAAAACno/gSFEBnm-11k/s1600-h/P1070401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6lP-4sm2I/AAAAAAAACno/gSFEBnm-11k/s320/P1070401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851905831705442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert Redfort en la presentación previa del Sundance Film Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6lPli9jtI/AAAAAAAACng/FUolgbC3t0s/s1600-h/P1070330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6lPli9jtI/AAAAAAAACng/FUolgbC3t0s/s320/P1070330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851899029655250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Película Carmo Go Home - Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Después de cada película por lo general están los realizadores para unos 15 minutos de preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rutina de cada quien es diferente, hay gente de todo y para todo: la farándula que nunca falta, prensa, cineastas, amantes del cine, estudiantes, voluntarios ubicados en todas partes (contabilidad, transporte, teatros, cafés, paneles, salones de reunión, tiendas, etc) y como olvidarlo la gente local de Park City entre los que se encuentran esquiadores profesionales, inmigrantes que atienden los restaurantes, los dueños de casas que cuestan más de 1millón de dólares y estudiantes de la Universidad de Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6pMWXr0XI/AAAAAAAACnw/y_QBU0yY_BY/s1600-h/P1070212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6pMWXr0XI/AAAAAAAACnw/y_QBU0yY_BY/s320/P1070212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295856241462727026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A las 6:30am esperando el bus para ir al primer día de trabajo como voluntaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6pM4l43-I/AAAAAAAACoA/mZR1MaJ8pGs/s1600-h/P1070254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6pM4l43-I/AAAAAAAACoA/mZR1MaJ8pGs/s320/P1070254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295856250649108450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otra mañana caminando hacia el sitio de trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6k2E-aW4I/AAAAAAAACnY/ieZSTF0wcS0/s1600-h/P1070369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6k2E-aW4I/AAAAAAAACnY/ieZSTF0wcS0/s320/P1070369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295851460789689218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalmente en el Teatro lista para empezar las labores del día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque parezca increíble la primera función comienza a las 8am y los teatros se llenan. La última función es a las 12pm y durante todo el día viene y va público para todo tipo de cine: ficción, documental, animación, bueno, malo, cortos, largos, bonito, sencillo, barato, caro...  &lt;br /&gt;Sí, en el Sundance también hay películas malas y películas del tipo Hollywood que nadie entiende por qué están allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ¿cómo se maneja una sala de cine? hmmm... todo esta en manos de los voluntarios, que por cierto los hay de TODAS las edades, lugares del mundo y antiguedad en la materia (hay quienes llevan viniendo más de 10 años seguidos). El equipo esta organizado entre los que venden los tiquetes y organizan a la gente en filas, los que guían a la gente por los pasillos, los que escanean tiquetes y hacen el conteo de las personas que van entrando, los que están dentro de la sala para ubicar a los espectadores o "patrons"...&lt;br /&gt;La cosa es bastante sencilla y lo bueno es que una vez empieza la película la mayoria puede entrar a la sala para ver la función que por lo general termina con una charla con los realizadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6riDKHSzI/AAAAAAAACoo/fuDz2R1ZGmk/s1600-h/P1070430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6riDKHSzI/AAAAAAAACoo/fuDz2R1ZGmk/s320/P1070430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295858813285911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeff, encargado de la venta de tiquetes y lista de espera.&lt;br /&gt;Lleva unos 7 años asistiendo como voluntario al festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6rhxj3vqI/AAAAAAAACog/U2IWNxHX2mE/s1600-h/P1070366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6rhxj3vqI/AAAAAAAACog/U2IWNxHX2mE/s320/P1070366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295858808562106018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie y Grant, coordinadores de voluntarios.&lt;br /&gt;Quinto año en el Sundance Film Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6ribFAj8I/AAAAAAAACow/AUwkaL19rAI/s1600-h/P1070376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6ribFAj8I/AAAAAAAACow/AUwkaL19rAI/s320/P1070376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295858819706949570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A la entrada del teatro: la que escanea tiquetes, la que ilumina dentro del teatro,&lt;br /&gt;la que entrega los volantes para votar, la que controla que todo este en orden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez cumplida la labor del día, si se puede, hay que correr hasta el "Volunteer Villa" para entrar a internet, agarrar algo de comida y seguir hacia los teatros. Eso sí, se aconseja  aprender los trucos de los veteranos para lograr entrar a cuantas películas sea posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6wP8gd7YI/AAAAAAAACpA/nqgQ1jAiD_k/s1600-h/P1070392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6wP8gd7YI/AAAAAAAACpA/nqgQ1jAiD_k/s320/P1070392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295863999821114754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orquid y Talía a la entrada de la casa de voluntarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6wP1s9LDI/AAAAAAAACo4/F7hpx8ZyQp4/s1600-h/P1070371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6wP1s9LDI/AAAAAAAACo4/F7hpx8ZyQp4/s320/P1070371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295863997994445874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Y hoy qué película veo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6wQEuQMkI/AAAAAAAACpI/k0M9VLhuuZs/s1600-h/P1070471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6wQEuQMkI/AAAAAAAACpI/k0M9VLhuuZs/s320/P1070471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295864002026418754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalmente en el teatro lista para la función.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-4171733495226274007?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/4171733495226274007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=4171733495226274007' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/4171733495226274007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/4171733495226274007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/01/en-el-sundance-film-festival-todo-pasa.html' title='Un día no alcanza... una semana tampoco...'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6h1FtXX_I/AAAAAAAACnA/ro04hMdkXs4/s72-c/P1070191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5283661638046481015</id><published>2009-01-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:01:39.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puros Reflejos VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVIERNO EN PARK CITY - UTAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXKy8BSHRuI/AAAAAAAAClI/NJOwGeWoqGo/s1600-h/P1070178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292489256320059106" style="DISPLAY: block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAgFfrdYJI/AAAAAAAACjY/EIQBl_zS5DQ/s320/Estrada+do+Sol+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291764840935547026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;58 minutos  componen el documental "Estrada do Sol" que finalmente&lt;br /&gt;después de la ayuda de los amigos, está en un DVD con subtitulos en inglés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En el Estado de Utah / Estados Unidos, aterrizando primero en Salt Lake City y de allí haciendo un viaje de 45 minutos hasta Park City, del 15 al 25 de enero, se lleva acabo el &lt;a href="http://festival.sundance.org/2009/"&gt;Sundance Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;, quizá el festival mas importante de cine independiente, el lugar donde miles de realizadores quieren llevar sus trabajos, el lugar donde más de 2000 personas de todos las edades y lugares del mundo aplican como voluntarios para hacer parte de esta experiencia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ésta aún no es la historia de la "Estrada do Sol" presentándose en el festival del Sundance, es mas bien la historia de Talía, la "Estrada do Sol" y otros trabajos, explorando ese mundo desconocido desde el punto de vista de una voluntaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquí las primeras fotos e impresiones de una nueva aventura:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAm_4J6DGI/AAAAAAAACjg/eY3eZNG1SWE/s1600-h/P1070147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAm_4J6DGI/AAAAAAAACjg/eY3eZNG1SWE/s320/P1070147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291772441007885410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Después de 11 horas de viaje desde Bogotá, parando en Miami y Dallas,&lt;br /&gt;este es el aterrizaje en Salt lake City con luna llena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnAPALvRI/AAAAAAAACjo/WGKfQwqCP9o/s1600-h/P1070151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnAPALvRI/AAAAAAAACjo/WGKfQwqCP9o/s320/P1070151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291772447141117202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lily, con sus dos mascotas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Curiosamente después de publicar un aviso por internet buscando hospedaje, Lily visita el blog, ve las fotos y escribe a Talía diciendo que aunque nunca ha hecho esto, la quiere ayudar. Así que la primera noche en Salt Lake City es en la casa de Lily donde todo fluye con la magia que surge al encontrar personas capaces de abrise para escuchar historias, para contar las suyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6XerK0i7I/AAAAAAAACm4/RE6j3KjYWCI/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SX6XerK0i7I/AAAAAAAACm4/RE6j3KjYWCI/s320/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295836765074262962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talía comiendo delicias en la casa de Lily y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; mostrándole los trabajos que lleva en su mochila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnAbRq3cI/AAAAAAAACj4/gjbi_hx6Ix4/s1600-h/P1070165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnAbRq3cI/AAAAAAAACj4/gjbi_hx6Ix4/s320/P1070165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291772450435685826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El amanecer, desde la ventana de la casa de Lily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnJZE3pFI/AAAAAAAACkI/_d2ppFiuX8A/s1600-h/P1070173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnJZE3pFI/AAAAAAAACkI/_d2ppFiuX8A/s320/P1070173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291772604463948882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lily y Talía&lt;br /&gt;Un encuentro maravilloso, repleto de sonrisas y de coincidencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnAgA56II/AAAAAAAACkA/ddSd5Rw5Ii8/s1600-h/P1070166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAnAgA56II/AAAAAAAACkA/ddSd5Rw5Ii8/s320/P1070166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291772451707545730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Última vista de Salt Lake City, yendo hacia Park City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw3B8wMYI/AAAAAAAACkg/ucIrhJUFrhk/s1600-h/P1070177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw3B8wMYI/AAAAAAAACkg/ucIrhJUFrhk/s320/P1070177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291783284134523266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carretera de Salt Lake City a Park City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAvdkWPQkI/AAAAAAAACkY/cidbC70b7WQ/s1600-h/P1070181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAvdkWPQkI/AAAAAAAACkY/cidbC70b7WQ/s320/P1070181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291781747179995714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A la izquierda, la 3era casa,&lt;br /&gt;el nuevo hospedaje llegando a Park City&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw3f0FzCI/AAAAAAAACko/03RgBZ7XUjo/s1600-h/P1070182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw3f0FzCI/AAAAAAAACko/03RgBZ7XUjo/s320/P1070182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291783292151254050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Library Theater Center&lt;br /&gt;Uno de los teatros del festival y lugar donde Talía hace el voluntariado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw3hokE5I/AAAAAAAACkw/V2x3nvC_mwc/s1600-h/P1070195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw3hokE5I/AAAAAAAACkw/V2x3nvC_mwc/s320/P1070195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291783292639777682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Park City es famoso por ser el lugar donde se llevan acabo las olimpiadas de Ski&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw4IMMMyI/AAAAAAAAClA/9hT9Kat8Yi8/s1600-h/P1070210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw4IMMMyI/AAAAAAAAClA/9hT9Kat8Yi8/s320/P1070210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291783302989755170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Otro de los teatros del festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw35UxDkI/AAAAAAAACk4/K27R0gOT0Y4/s1600-h/P1070206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAw35UxDkI/AAAAAAAACk4/K27R0gOT0Y4/s320/P1070206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291783298999193154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Noche de inaguración,&lt;br /&gt;calle central de Park City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-3087017583284962895?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/3087017583284962895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=3087017583284962895' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3087017583284962895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3087017583284962895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/01/reflejos-del-norte.html' title='Reflejos del Norte'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SXAgFfrdYJI/AAAAAAAACjY/EIQBl_zS5DQ/s72-c/Estrada+do+Sol+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-6071819426323037497</id><published>2009-01-09T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:14:40.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogotá y la Estrada do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En Bogotá a 2600 metros más cerca de las estrellas, seguimos con el sueño de hacer realidad la Estrada do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWednybqShI/AAAAAAAAChw/p-D0qE7YLhE/s1600-h/P1060791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWednybqShI/AAAAAAAAChw/p-D0qE7YLhE/s320/P1060791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369594248186386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rascacielos al norte de Bogotá,&lt;br /&gt;minutos antes de uno de los aguaceros que caracterizan el mes de noviembre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante un mes y medio hicimos jornadas de 14 horas de trabajo continuo frente al computador, así que por este motivo no se puede decir que paseamos mucho por Bogotá. A medida que íbamos avanzando la historia que un día empezó en &lt;a href="http://pringles36.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-autopista-del-sol-nuestra-estrada-do.html"&gt;Pringles 36&lt;/a&gt; adquiría cuerpo y sentido. La idea de perseguir los sueños sin importar lo difícil que esto resultará, continuó hasta llegar a tener  6 capítulos,  de 10 minutos cada uno, que componen un documental al que hoy llamamos Estrada do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decir que Xavi conoció Bogotá sería mentir, del apartamento a la oficina y de la oficina al apartamento, sin embargo aquí dejamos algunas imágenes de una Bogotá vista a través de los ojos de un catalán que motivado por sus sueños llego a estas tierras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedoOmxV5I/AAAAAAAACh4/JMLwjLqIZpc/s1600-h/P1060792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedoOmxV5I/AAAAAAAACh4/JMLwjLqIZpc/s320/P1060792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369601810978706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Transporte público por la carrera 7ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Las busetas paran en cualquier esquina, pueden ser de todos los tamaños, colores y modelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedoD54n2I/AAAAAAAACiA/TzpzICwIyOc/s1600-h/P1060796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedoD54n2I/AAAAAAAACiA/TzpzICwIyOc/s320/P1060796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369598938357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motociclista por la carrera 7ma.&lt;br /&gt;El casco y el chaleco debe tener el número de la placa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedobbRQDI/AAAAAAAACiI/YYWLzE4gBFo/s1600-h/P1060802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedobbRQDI/AAAAAAAACiI/YYWLzE4gBFo/s320/P1060802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369605252399154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En la calle se encuentran personas que venden minutos a celular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedovXnNBI/AAAAAAAACiQ/eleuCJfWsgo/s1600-h/P1060858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWedovXnNBI/AAAAAAAACiQ/eleuCJfWsgo/s320/P1060858.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289369610605769746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alumbrado navideño en Monserrate.&lt;br /&gt;Uno de nuestros intentos fallidos por subir al simbólico cerro que caracteriza a Bogotá culminó con está foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefJ5aZmbI/AAAAAAAACiY/PG081M1VMhU/s1600-h/P1060861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefJ5aZmbI/AAAAAAAACiY/PG081M1VMhU/s320/P1060861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371279749126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vista desde La Calera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerro oriental desde donde se puede obtener una panorámica de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefK5vPYLI/AAAAAAAACig/jQvBas-LsjU/s1600-h/P1060868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefK5vPYLI/AAAAAAAACig/jQvBas-LsjU/s320/P1060868.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371297016406194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puesto de mazorcas, picadas, empanadas y arepas en La Calera.&lt;br /&gt;Al fondo sonaba un poco de Vallenato y música de carrilera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefK6Bue1I/AAAAAAAACio/GzUfdrXCvK0/s1600-h/P1060877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefK6Bue1I/AAAAAAAACio/GzUfdrXCvK0/s320/P1060877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371297093942098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xavi haciendo una de sus majestuosas combinaciones culinarias:&lt;br /&gt;Una cerveza "Aguila", con un poquito de chorizo, una arepita de choclo y una mazorca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefLfg07fI/AAAAAAAACi4/fOv0z8S9uZo/s1600-h/P1060893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWefLfg07fI/AAAAAAAACi4/fOv0z8S9uZo/s320/P1060893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289371307156499954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde La Calera, Xavi vislumbrando eso que parece ser Bogotá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-6071819426323037497?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/6071819426323037497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=6071819426323037497' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6071819426323037497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6071819426323037497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2009/01/bogot-y-la-estrada-do-sol.html' title='Bogotá y la Estrada do Sol'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SWednybqShI/AAAAAAAAChw/p-D0qE7YLhE/s72-c/P1060791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5673109589484831426</id><published>2008-12-03T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:09:47.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puros Reflejos VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/STauwDFsNTI/AAAAAAAACac/XSmN-0MV0wA/s1600-h/P1060827.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/STauwDFsNTI/AAAAAAAACac/XSmN-0MV0wA/s320/P1060827.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275596153997243698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lago de Tota, en Boyacá, (Colombia&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5673109589484831426?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5673109589484831426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5673109589484831426' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5673109589484831426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5673109589484831426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/12/puros-reflejos-vii.html' title='Puros Reflejos VII'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/STauwDFsNTI/AAAAAAAACac/XSmN-0MV0wA/s72-c/P1060827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-4734057805823781420</id><published>2008-11-06T21:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:53:36.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xavi en la Estrada do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-BVWsIrxs4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-BVWsIrxs4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Periodista, catalán, caballero de antaño, salvador de princesas, de dragones y luchador por la luz... Xavi es el tercer intergrante de este viaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su mirada revela un lugar donde las emociones, la creatividad y el intelecto se funden en una sonrisa que apunta al horizonte y nos invita a pasar, como hermanos, hasta el salón donde bate más fuerte su noble corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entregando sin reparo generosas dosis de cordura y afecto, los sueños compartidos llegan a puerto seguro de su mano, siempre dispuesta, para ayudar a repartirlos en todas direcciones, para todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es casualidad que nos hayamos encontrado tan a gusto, sabiéndonos en compañía de este nuevo reparador de sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar de darle forma a esta nuestra Estrada do Sol, en un formato documental de 52 minutos, llega la próxima semana a Colombia desde donde iremos editando y contando otra aventura de estos Reflejos del Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;RDS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-4734057805823781420?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/4734057805823781420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=4734057805823781420' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/4734057805823781420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/4734057805823781420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/11/xavi-en-la-estrada-do-sol_06.html' title='Xavi en la Estrada do Sol'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-8835852075360205251</id><published>2008-10-29T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:25:55.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talía en la Estrada do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2Pq9oxylGQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2Pq9oxylGQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Antropóloga, colombiana, con mente de productora, enamorada de los jugos, soñadora... ella es la segunda integrante de este viaje en busca de la Estrada do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talía llegó a Buenos Aires buscando algo y a la vez huyendo de algo. En una casa algo singular, punto de encuentro de almas gemelas del mundo llenas de energía positiva, se encendió la llama de la Estrada do Sol. A su alrededor tod@s hablaban de este paraíso desconocido pero ella era la única que tenía el convencimiento de ir detrás de ese sueño. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Con su seguridad y claridad, la Estrada do Sol la estaba llamando, se dejó llevar por su enorme corazón y no dudó ni un instante en llenar su maleta de ilusión, deseo de viajar, inquietud por conocer, y ganas de entregar su belleza a toda la gente que se le cruzara en el camino. Durante este maravilloso viaje nos ha guiado con su anhelo por crecer y soñar, hasta llegar a la escurridiza Estrada do Sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sin casualidad, fruto del tesón, con una sonrisa siempre en los labios y porque le gusta escribir su propio destino, Talía llegó a la Estrada do Sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquí va un trocito de Talía (nuestra mamy), que sigue editando parte del documental que sale de este viaje en su casa de Bogotá, y que en pocos días recibirá una visita!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-8835852075360205251?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/8835852075360205251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=8835852075360205251' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8835852075360205251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8835852075360205251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/10/tala-en-la-estrada-do-sol.html' title='Talía en la Estrada do Sol'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-117754085683799888</id><published>2008-10-24T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:00:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ari en la Estrada do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4sCfXR1qALU"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4sCfXR1qALU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Músico, cubano, español, poeta, viajero del mundo... aquí esta uno de los integrantes de este viaje en búsqueda de la Estrada do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ari lo encontramos un día desayunando en un hostel de Sao Paulo, apenas nos escuchó hablar español se acerco, le contamos del proyecto y quedó encantado justamente "porque parecía cualquier cosa menos un proyecto". Mientras que cruzábamos sonrisas, palabras y sueños quedo claro que iría con nosotros en la búsqueda de la Estrada do Sol. Nos reencontramos en Rio de Janeiro y arrancó este viaje que quiere volverse documental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por casualidad, porque así lo decía el destino o porque resultaba imprescindible, llegó Ari a la Estrada do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí les dejamos un pedacito de Ari que en estos días hace falta mientras editamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-117754085683799888?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/117754085683799888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=117754085683799888' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/117754085683799888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/117754085683799888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/10/ari-en-la-estrada-do-sol.html' title='Ari en la Estrada do Sol'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5701167470541821492</id><published>2008-10-14T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:18:21.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Que llegamos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Después de casi un mes de ruta, miles de kilómetros, cientos de experiencias inolvidables, decenas de nuevos amigos... y estando en la "Rodovía do sol", percibimos una energía muy fuerte que nos hizo intuir el destino anhelado muy cerca. Verdaderamente en nuestro interior habíamos colmado todas las espectativas, y el viaje entero, al que en ocasiones denominamos &lt;em&gt;camino de conocimiento&lt;/em&gt;, era ya de por sí una auténtica "Estrada do Sol". Sin embargo queríamos sumergirnos físicamente en este paraíso solar y nos pusimos en marcha sin un rumbo del todo claro pero con la seguridad de ir detrás de nuestro instinto, un impulso que nos había funcionado durante todo el viaje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256961924181395586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPR7BHiWCII/AAAAAAAAB_U/8lhDFC_HPAU/s320/P1050315%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xavi cansado con cara de calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256961923771178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPR7BGAinJI/AAAAAAAAB_c/TnjIYNgmUKw/s320/P1050319%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talia y Xavi en el horizonte, hasta las narices de andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... 1 hora, 2 horas, 3 horas bajo un sol abrasador. El lugar era precioso y se asemejaba bastante a lo que nos habian hablado, una playa paradisíaca con arena en medio y agua en ambos lados. Pero andábamos y andábamos, las fuerzas flaqueaban y el agua del otro costado no aparecía. Finalmente, detrás de una gran roca, nos encontramos cara a cara con la "Estrada do Sol" soñada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256961929074695522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPR7BZw_3WI/AAAAAAAAB_k/W_Rwac9Mjhc/s320/P1050341%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nuestra "Estrada do Sol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257084699955475266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPTqrm78s0I/AAAAAAAAB_s/H3QN4Qra5A0/s320/P1050361%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mira "que coisa mais linda"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257084701666153842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPTqrtTzlXI/AAAAAAAAB_0/yfejmiTpLZI/s320/P1050366%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La "Estrada do Sol" reflejada en el agua...¿queréis sumergiros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257084700088121234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPTqrnbkt5I/AAAAAAAAB_8/GENOl_XBc1Y/s320/P1050379%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;¡Valió la pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5701167470541821492?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5701167470541821492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5701167470541821492' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5701167470541821492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5701167470541821492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/10/que-llegamos.html' title='¡Que llegamos!'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SPR7BHiWCII/AAAAAAAAB_U/8lhDFC_HPAU/s72-c/P1050315%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7585816637634955750</id><published>2008-09-24T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:29:20.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rodovia do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Salimos de Salvador de Bahía una madrugada, medio lluviosa, para manejar no sé cuántos cientos de kilómetros más y continuar persiguiendo la idea de encontrar la "Estrada do Sol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTZ3-0ZbI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/NoH3RBiWWqY/s1600-h/P1050188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTZ3-0ZbI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/NoH3RBiWWqY/s320/P1050188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249740757131355570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por la carretera acompañados de montañas como esta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTaDofJcI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/sOeGvIhs_58/s1600-h/P1050191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTaDofJcI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/sOeGvIhs_58/s320/P1050191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249740760258913730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De imágenes que quedan en la memoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTafKSC-I/AAAAAAAAB9g/vbUb8ZZymmE/s1600-h/P1050197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTafKSC-I/AAAAAAAAB9g/vbUb8ZZymmE/s320/P1050197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249740767648418786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De una luna llena que entre curva y curva empieza a saludar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Brasil, con su gente, lleno de calor humao, de esos rayos de luz que revientan en la piel y de una tierra  extensa, inabarcable en palabras, nos llevo a encontrar un sitio llamado "Rodovía do Sol". Allí, decir "Estrada do Sol" no era extraño y todo parecía indicar que pronto, muy pronto llegaríamos a nuestro destino final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrUS1Jm3gI/AAAAAAAAB9o/ahDASOJSaNg/s1600-h/P1050224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrUS1Jm3gI/AAAAAAAAB9o/ahDASOJSaNg/s320/P1050224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741735623843330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquí comienza la Rodovia do Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrZKhbD8YI/AAAAAAAAB-w/1v3L0CpA6r0/s1600-h/P1050230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrZKhbD8YI/AAAAAAAAB-w/1v3L0CpA6r0/s320/P1050230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249747090447528322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquí también se siente Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A esta altura decir "Estrada do Sol" son tantas cosas y ninguna: un estado del alma después de atravezar el nordeste brasilero, una sonrisa, el abrazo de quienes viajan juntos, las imágenes recopiladas en más de 20 cintas de mini dv. Pero sobretodo es decir camino, sueño y perseverancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrUTkRf76I/AAAAAAAAB94/0H2Ch5fxVQs/s1600-h/P1050238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrUTkRf76I/AAAAAAAAB94/0H2Ch5fxVQs/s320/P1050238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249741748273409954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay además por aquí un barrio llamado "Morada do Sol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrVXOh-dSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/YrfLet3H-UA/s1600-h/P1050291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrVXOh-dSI/AAAAAAAAB-A/YrfLet3H-UA/s320/P1050291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249742910668043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y una luna llena que acompaña nuestros pasos en busca de la "Estrada do Sol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrVXXll8yI/AAAAAAAAB-I/9gXOscsenxQ/s1600-h/P1050315.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7585816637634955750?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7585816637634955750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7585816637634955750' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7585816637634955750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7585816637634955750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/09/rodovia-do-sol.html' title='Rodovia do Sol'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNrTZ3-0ZbI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/NoH3RBiWWqY/s72-c/P1050188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5378093078089187056</id><published>2008-09-17T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:36:15.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pasan los días y de este viaje van quedando reflexiones, sentimientos, una que otra imagen en la memoria y la certeza de haber recopilado fuerzas para continuar persiguiendo sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNIP0oH4HRI/AAAAAAAAB9I/T6lbqm6siAM/s1600-h/P1030794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNIP0oH4HRI/AAAAAAAAB9I/T6lbqm6siAM/s320/P1030794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247273912638119186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;TODO              PUEDE VENIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Todo              puede venir por los caminos&lt;br /&gt;  que apenas sospechamos.&lt;br /&gt;  Todo puede venir de dentro, sin palabras&lt;br /&gt;  o desde fuera, ardiendo&lt;br /&gt;  y romperse en nosotros, inesperadamente,&lt;br /&gt;  o crecer, como crecen ciertas dichas,&lt;br /&gt;  sin que nadie lo escuche.&lt;br /&gt;  Y todo puede un día abrirse en nuestras manos&lt;br /&gt;  con risueña sorpresa&lt;br /&gt;  o con sorpresa amarga, desarmada, desnuda,&lt;br /&gt;  con lo triste de quien se ve de pronto&lt;br /&gt;  cara a cara a un espejo y no se reconoce&lt;br /&gt;  y se mira los ojos y los dedos&lt;br /&gt;  y busca su risa inútilmente.&lt;br /&gt;  Y es así. Todo puede llegar de la manera&lt;br /&gt;  más increíblemente avizorada,&lt;br /&gt;  más raramente lejos&lt;br /&gt;  y no llegar llegando y no marcharse&lt;br /&gt;  cuando ha quedado atrás y se ha perdido.&lt;br /&gt;  Y hay, para ese encuentro que guardar amapolas,&lt;br /&gt;  un poco de piel dulce, de durazno o de niño,&lt;br /&gt;  limpia para el saludo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mirta Aguirre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5378093078089187056?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5378093078089187056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5378093078089187056' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5378093078089187056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5378093078089187056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensamientos.html' title='Pensamientos'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SNIP0oH4HRI/AAAAAAAAB9I/T6lbqm6siAM/s72-c/P1030794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5219312203334075301</id><published>2008-09-14T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:23:42.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Más Salvador de Bahía</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A estas alturas del viaje me parecía un poco irreal e injusto no hablar de algo que los brasileños tienen más que interiorizado (seguramente &lt;em&gt;demais&lt;/em&gt;) de su propio país: el peligro y la violencia. Quizás fue en Salvador de Bahía donde más vivimos, por un lado el asedio al turista, hasta cierto punto asumible, y por el otro, una agresividad latente, ya no tan asumible. No es un drama que no se pueda resisitir, simplemente es un aviso para navegantes: hay que ir con cierta precaución.&lt;br /&gt;Por no hablar de la cantidad de niños que viven en las calles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245948587656270674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1acj0201I/AAAAAAAAB7w/PqhIjQD5Nws/s320/P1050076%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vida callejera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y después de esta introducción de "buen rollo", y aunque pueda parecer contradictorio, decir que Salvador de Bahía es una ciudad que te atrapa, que invita a quedarte unos días, que está muy viva y que tiene muchas más cosas lindas aparte del barrio antiguo... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245948586372062018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1acfCrW0I/AAAAAAAAB7o/14QNgXgJwZE/s320/P1050075%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vistas del puerto a contraluz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245948590958951906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1acwIRveI/AAAAAAAAB74/NBYPr02mxYo/s320/P1050080%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playa y faro de Barra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245950855761691458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1cglLVA0I/AAAAAAAAB8A/Qg4Ncqg96Ww/s320/P1050085%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Otro cristo y ya van...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...Pero hay que reconocer que el Pelourinho es una &lt;em&gt;belleza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245950855597099618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1cgkkFimI/AAAAAAAAB8I/pA0dsp62joo/s320/P1050128%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plaza central del barrio antiguo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245950859968398130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1cg02SQzI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/00wTV-xMW-s/s320/P1050180%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pelourinho desde abajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245948585328248674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1acbJ0B2I/AAAAAAAAB7g/PJfcNn1QBpI/s320/P1050069%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...y los espíritus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y aunque sea obvio, Salvador es un lugar de reunión importante a nivel mundial para aficionados a la Capoeira. Allí coincidimos con un encuentro internacional de esta expresión cultural afrobrasileña. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245953752457150626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1fJMNWAKI/AAAAAAAAB8o/tWUC166ll0s/s320/P1050153%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calentando motores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245953750789990418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1fJF_3KBI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Cuoev13eKqc/s320/P1050150%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;En plena acción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245953745471921794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1fIyL73oI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/X9CN-1_1O24/s320/P1050139%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ñigu ñigu ñiiiigu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245953754429308738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1fJTjiv0I/AAAAAAAAB8w/xiBSO_i1oUM/s320/P1050155%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Detalle de un Berimbau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5219312203334075301?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5219312203334075301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5219312203334075301' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5219312203334075301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5219312203334075301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/09/ms-salvador-de-baha.html' title='Más Salvador de Bahía'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SM1acj0201I/AAAAAAAAB7w/PqhIjQD5Nws/s72-c/P1050076%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7463668510372443132</id><published>2008-09-03T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T09:03:33.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puros Reflejos VI (Salvador de Bahía)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL61NdnNYHI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Xy0x76Ilqmg/s1600-h/P1050080%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL6U92h150I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/GJxmawMIt1w/s1600-h/P1050097%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241790806636226370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL6U92h150I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/GJxmawMIt1w/s320/P1050097%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sombras del rodaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL6U-O3MJkI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aDchXU2MsWo/s1600-h/P1050098%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241790813168215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL6U-O3MJkI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aDchXU2MsWo/s320/P1050098%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rodaje a contraluz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241790809077776402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL6U9_n9ABI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/lyQu8POI8zs/s320/P1050073%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atardecer en el puerto de Salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7463668510372443132?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7463668510372443132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7463668510372443132' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7463668510372443132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7463668510372443132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/09/puros-reflejos-vi-salvador-de-baha.html' title='Puros Reflejos VI (Salvador de Bahía)'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SL6U92h150I/AAAAAAAAB6Q/GJxmawMIt1w/s72-c/P1050097%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5436089812330757567</id><published>2008-08-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:24:20.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO SOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depronto en el viaje todo empezó a ser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; ó &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;, al ir en busca de la &lt;a href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;Estrada Do Sol&lt;/a&gt; nuestros ojos, oídos y habla empezaron a detenerse  en aquello donde se leía o se escuchaban las palabras &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Estrada&lt;/span&gt; ó &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; ó &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd36eSL1tI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Q_3KBgdzLdg/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd36eSL1tI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Q_3KBgdzLdg/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239788537914316498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En una estación de servicio preguntando por la Estrada Do Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd5D_PlIWI/AAAAAAAAB3k/4KVkczHGuiw/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd5D_PlIWI/AAAAAAAAB3k/4KVkczHGuiw/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239789800892211554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letreros Do Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entrevistando a la gente, siguiendo sus indicaciones y convencidos de que en sus respuestas estaba la clave para llegar al lugar que buscamos. Nos detuvimos en  dunas, restaurantes, barrios, calles, posadas y encontramos una playa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do Sol&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Praia Do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Llegamos en la tarde, casi de noche y con grandes expectativas. El lente de la cámara no sabía por dónde empezar . Al principio la playa nos desencantó y la vimos a blanco y negro, pero a medida que empezamos a recorrer el lugar, a dejarlo entrar en nuestra piel y a entender su importancia para el viaje, adquirió color,  sabor y rostro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd4edJaXVI/AAAAAAAAB3c/TBKvHKw0X0M/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd4edJaXVI/AAAAAAAAB3c/TBKvHKw0X0M/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239789156084374866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Praia Do Sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta es una playa llena de matices, de historias, de brisa y de sol donde también se encuentra la magia del Brasil que registramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd36Or9xYI/AAAAAAAAB3E/328d4Qf4JPg/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd36Or9xYI/AAAAAAAAB3E/328d4Qf4JPg/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239788533727479170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Con los amigos de Praia Do Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En uno de los negocios de venta de cerveza, camarón, langosta y demás... nos encontramos con  una pareja increíble: él es el admirador número uno de Juan Luis Guerra en esta playa y ella con sus ojos de mujer y su sonrisa de niña, es quizá el ser humano más soñador a la orilla de esta playa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd35tO81yI/AAAAAAAAB28/NULCwvolRY0/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd35tO81yI/AAAAAAAAB28/NULCwvolRY0/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239788524747413282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanecer y despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se llama Praia Do Sol porque es la playa donde se ven los primeros rayos de luz de la madrugada. Al Nordeste de Brasil es aquí donde nace el Sol y por supuesto todo aquel que vaya en busca de la &lt;a href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;Estrada Do Sol&lt;/a&gt; debe pasar por allí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd4d04tweI/AAAAAAAAB3U/nc1XrnktMV4/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd4d04tweI/AAAAAAAAB3U/nc1XrnktMV4/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239789145276924386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De nuevo en busca de la Estrada do Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viaje continua y queda en nuestra memoria una nueva forma de ver el Sol&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5436089812330757567?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5436089812330757567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5436089812330757567' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5436089812330757567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5436089812330757567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-sol.html' title='DO SOL'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SLd36eSL1tI/AAAAAAAAB3M/Q_3KBgdzLdg/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-1082280829383687</id><published>2008-08-20T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:49:03.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JERICOACOARA: Paraíso terrenal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para poder llegar a este paraíso terrenal llamado Jericoacoara, tuvimos que dejar nuestro coche en el pueblo más cercano, y montarnos en un jeep para recorrer unos 25 km de carreteras de arena entre dunas gigantes, un espectáculo impresionante incluso antes de llegar al destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMYim5V-I/AAAAAAAAB0c/inb8eIHQujk/s1600-h/P1040605%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236714819959740386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMYim5V-I/AAAAAAAAB0c/inb8eIHQujk/s320/P1040605%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camino a Jericoacoara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719209522342418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyQYDALKhI/AAAAAAAAB1c/wGjGFnFKzhw/s320/P1040869%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jericoacoara desde la duna "pour do sol"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Los 4 días siguientes, Ari, Talía y Xavi, disfrutamos de un lugar mágico bajo la atenta mirada de las palmeras, andando descalzos por las calles de arena fina, arropados por las dunas más enormes que jamás habíamos visto, y hablando con lugareños que nos hicieron entender el cambio que se estaba produciendo en este antiguo pueblo pescador, cada vez más turístico... &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...aunque la verdad es que no me extraña nada, es una auténtica belleza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236720443724487234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyRf4w5WkI/AAAAAAAAB18/gqSzM27Kxbk/s320/P1040859%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Preparando la pesca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719216940508386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyQYeozZOI/AAAAAAAAB1k/xB25kdpg6h4/s320/P1040871%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talía en la duna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMYwwljLI/AAAAAAAAB0k/JsPqoWGePow/s1600-h/P1040611%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236714823758482610" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMYwwljLI/AAAAAAAAB0k/JsPqoWGePow/s320/P1040611%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pousada con sombras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719198776406098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyQXa-JMFI/AAAAAAAAB1E/S7C4ovDvm-A/s320/P1040754%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacaré (lagarto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719206893216530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyQX5NV4xI/AAAAAAAAB1M/JdaHg7fhfFc/s320/P1040934%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La "pedra furada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...Y que decir de las puestas de sol desde la duna...cuando llega la hora, mucha gente sube al "pour do sol" para ver como se esconde por detrás del mar... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMY4gbUsI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kd-ruK2gtKg/s1600-h/P1040623%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236714825838187202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMY4gbUsI/AAAAAAAAB0s/kd-ruK2gtKg/s320/P1040623%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Desde la duna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMZNYRe1I/AAAAAAAAB00/UnfDrNvxdF8/s1600-h/P1040634%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236714831441132370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMZNYRe1I/AAAAAAAAB00/UnfDrNvxdF8/s320/P1040634%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jumping! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236714834322695266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMZYHSpGI/AAAAAAAAB08/bgDJiKvMOdU/s320/P1040637%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...después un poquito de capoeira en la playa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236724438511227794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyVIagRk5I/AAAAAAAAB2k/4z7PfaYjAGY/s320/P1040825%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reunión diaria de capoeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En Jericoacoara, como en todo Brasil, los niños son un encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236721183431905938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKySK8Y40pI/AAAAAAAAB2E/PHcKiEqTZ4A/s320/P1040658%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Qué cosita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236721184120451106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKySK-9DMCI/AAAAAAAAB2M/S-9RDiYV5OU/s320/P1040669%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Este parece budista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236721185042111266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKySLCYymyI/AAAAAAAAB2U/8pL_1ULgtuk/s320/P1040676%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vaya ojazos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...También hicimos de turistas, y como disfrutamos galopando en las dunas!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236725916914555234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyWed_GGWI/AAAAAAAAB2s/yMxcoJ0FHoc/s320/P1040788%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Esa llanera solitaria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236725920557872242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyWerjutHI/AAAAAAAAB20/NyZRQbpgt3I/s320/P1040812%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Auuuuuuuuuu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-1082280829383687?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/1082280829383687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=1082280829383687' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1082280829383687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1082280829383687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/08/jericoacoara-paraso-terrenal.html' title='JERICOACOARA: Paraíso terrenal'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKyMYim5V-I/AAAAAAAAB0c/inb8eIHQujk/s72-c/P1040605%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-1553120802242007692</id><published>2008-08-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:55:08.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejo - Paraíso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lagoa Paraiso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Camino a Jericoacoara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llegamos de noche, cansados y sin noción de lo que encontraríamos al dar unos pasos más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKESFlw3Q5I/AAAAAAAABx8/LRZ0M_PEPLY/s1600-h/P1040589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKESFlw3Q5I/AAAAAAAABx8/LRZ0M_PEPLY/s320/P1040589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233484129226933138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reflejo - Paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKEVhVuGxVI/AAAAAAAAByc/jp0WbqOPL_g/s1600-h/P1040598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKEVhVuGxVI/AAAAAAAAByc/jp0WbqOPL_g/s320/P1040598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233487904491619666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser o no el paraíso pero es imposible olvidar este lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-1553120802242007692?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/1553120802242007692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=1553120802242007692' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1553120802242007692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1553120802242007692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/08/puro-reflejo-vi.html' title='Reflejo - Paraíso'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SKESFlw3Q5I/AAAAAAAABx8/LRZ0M_PEPLY/s72-c/P1040589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-1310740689366917035</id><published>2008-08-07T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:22:04.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sâo Luis do Maranhao</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El trayecto desde Río de Janeiro hasta Sâo Luis do Maranhao, unos 3500 km, duró una semanita entera, con 2 días parados por una avería del coche incluidos. Como que la intención era recorrer la carretera del litoral de bajada, decidimos subir por el interior, menos turístico pero igualmente hermoso. Paisajes de ensueño, árboles de cientos de colores y tamaños, y nubes de formas increíbles, se iban mezclando con miles de "lombadas", más y más camiones, carreteras con tramos impracticables...hasta llegar al destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sâo Luis nos recibió con un calor pegajoso del que te bebes un vaso de cerveza y al minuto siguiente ya estas empapadito de sudor. La capital brasileña del reggae nos cautivó por su arquitectura colonial, eso sí, un poco descuidada, por el empedrado de sus "ruas", por su vida alegre en las calles, por la música a todas horas y en cualquier lugar, por la cordialidad de su gente, y por tener una "Rua do Sol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Georgia','serif';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231893113490296562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtrESRmzvI/AAAAAAAABu8/ZdBYRgKTSWU/s320/P1040442%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edificio colonial característico de la ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231893114182298162" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtrEU2l6jI/AAAAAAAABvM/MQPwcCQZ1Pk/s320/P1040466%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calle empedrada de fiesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231893114528770226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtrEWJMqLI/AAAAAAAABvE/DHbEJN26X24/s320/P1040441%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mosaico en los semáforos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231893118223239090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtrEj6Bx7I/AAAAAAAABvc/ozZXeNUhN3s/s320/P1040471%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bailando maracatú en la plaza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231894911461414114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtss8PU1OI/AAAAAAAABvk/6YFWa66cd1Y/s320/P1040475%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...y los niños mirando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231893120322222738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtrErudupI/AAAAAAAABvU/SnIQAbwOLr8/s320/P1040453%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rua do Sol en Sâo Luis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sâo Luis llegamos en plenas fiestas de Sâo Joao y aprovechamos esta coincidencia grabando una historia, para el documental de "la estrada do sol", relacionada con el baile más tradicional del estado de Maranhao en general y de su capital (Sâo Luis) en particular: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;El Bemba Meu Boi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Toda la noche seguimos a un grupo en sus actuaciones por diferentes arraiales, (festejos), de la ciudad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231894910156787906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtss3YR0MI/AAAAAAAABvs/5nF6Sr16a6U/s320/P1040493%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ari rodeado de plumas que esperan para actuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231894911362650466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtss73x0WI/AAAAAAAABv0/Jg2wWSIatHU/s320/P1040496%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talía grabando la actuación desde una ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231894910392362322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtss4QcZVI/AAAAAAAABv8/1PNm4KxavGs/s320/P1040497%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xavi en medio del baile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;...y por la mañana las entrevistas a algunos de los más de 80 personajes del grupo, en el local donde viven algunos de ellos, que a la vez es el lugar donde se realizan los ensayos y se hacen los vestidos y disfraces, son una gran familia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900337240913650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtxow19tvI/AAAAAAAABwE/mKHTyi3ZPMQ/s320/P1040524%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Entrevista a Tea, que entró en el grupo para pagar una promesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900340705825570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtxo9wEEyI/AAAAAAAABwM/Ce9q0P8VQII/s320/P1040526%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El patriarca del grupo, organizador de todo y padre de 27 hijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231900344727868066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtxpMu_kqI/AAAAAAAABwU/MKkqOZzJV-g/s320/P1040543%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nena, alma bailarina e incansable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-1310740689366917035?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/1310740689366917035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=1310740689366917035' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1310740689366917035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1310740689366917035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-luis-do-maranhao.html' title='Sâo Luis do Maranhao'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJtrESRmzvI/AAAAAAAABu8/ZdBYRgKTSWU/s72-c/P1040442%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-6976549062053235595</id><published>2008-08-01T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:52:25.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En busca de la Estrada do Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Esta entrada está enlazada con el contenido que se encuentra en los blogs de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://pringles36.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pringles36&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;Estrada do Sol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPpJDsmLSI/AAAAAAAABOM/Ur1maEhnJes/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPpJDsmLSI/AAAAAAAABOM/Ur1maEhnJes/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779934127729954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde hace algún tiempo mencionamos la "&lt;a href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;Estrada do Sol&lt;/a&gt;" como parte de nuestro viaje, pero poco o nada hemos explicado. El proyecto nace en Argentina con los amigos de &lt;a href="http://pringles36.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pringles36&lt;/a&gt;. Y desde que iniciamos el viaje por Brasil sabíamos que una vez terminado el trabajo con el documental del papá de Laila, iríamos en busca de la "Estrada do Sol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPoiMeIMTI/AAAAAAAABNs/xpo1GOO-SL4/s1600-h/Prueba-titulo-2pg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPoiMeIMTI/AAAAAAAABNs/xpo1GOO-SL4/s320/Prueba-titulo-2pg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779266468065586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los realizadores de &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/losreflejosdelsur/CreadoresDeReflejos/photo#5201842292498986802"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reflejos del Sur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/losreflejosdelsur/CreadoresDeReflejos/photo#5201842292498986802"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;junto con &lt;a href="http://www.arielon.com/app/node/51"&gt;Ari&lt;/a&gt; ,un amigo que se entusiasma con el proyecto. Emprendemos un viaje por el litoral brasileño para mezclarnos entre la gente y asistir así, tanto a la aventura de ir haciendo un documental que va en busca de la "&lt;a href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;Estrada do Sol&lt;/a&gt;", como a la experiencia de conocer un país de la mano de aquellos que lo habitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPoiatZp8I/AAAAAAAABN0/QvDQ5WOKr3U/s1600-h/Prueba-titulo-2pg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPoiatZp8I/AAAAAAAABN0/QvDQ5WOKr3U/s320/Prueba-titulo-2pg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779270290220994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El blog de la &lt;a href="http://blog.estradadosol.com/"&gt;Estrada do Sol&lt;/a&gt; irá contando la realización del proyecto, mientras que los &lt;a href="http://www.losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Reflejos del Sur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;seguirá teniendo las imágenes - reflejos que cuentan nuestro paso por este trozo de Sur América. Con la misma complicidad mochilera que empezamos, ahora estamos decididos a atravesar los kilómetros que sean necesarios para ir en busca de nuestros sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPoiva-FlI/AAAAAAAABN8/VlXuigH5W-A/s1600-h/Prueba-titulo-3hpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPoiva-FlI/AAAAAAAABN8/VlXuigH5W-A/s320/Prueba-titulo-3hpg1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229779275850061394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Alguna sugerencia en cuanto a la foto que debería acompañar el blog de Estrada do Sol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-6976549062053235595?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/6976549062053235595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=6976549062053235595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6976549062053235595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6976549062053235595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-busca-de-la-estrada-do-sol.html' title='En busca de la Estrada do Sol'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SJPpJDsmLSI/AAAAAAAABOM/Ur1maEhnJes/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-6398369231923119448</id><published>2008-07-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:04:04.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro Reflejo V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Los viajeros que van tras las huellas de la "Estrada do Sol" se van encontrando con estos rayitos de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6YMBOn4pI/AAAAAAAABM0/pQfFh60z93w/s1600-h/P1040115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6YMBOn4pI/AAAAAAAABM0/pQfFh60z93w/s320/P1040115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223779950051975826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por el espejo retrovisor... ya viene el atardecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ladainha  en Minas Gerais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6Iqv5osvI/AAAAAAAABMs/WYnIICs_7ec/s1600-h/P1040012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6Iqv5osvI/AAAAAAAABMs/WYnIICs_7ec/s320/P1040012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223762885790446322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por entre las ramas de este arbusto... va cayendo el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6a1Nq7haI/AAAAAAAABNM/sJlKK5Xt8b8/s1600-h/P1040621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6a1Nq7haI/AAAAAAAABNM/sJlKK5Xt8b8/s320/P1040621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223782856789820834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y por allí donde el horizonte es mar... el cielo se pinta de naranja para dar paso al anochecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jericoacoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-6398369231923119448?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/6398369231923119448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=6398369231923119448' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6398369231923119448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6398369231923119448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/07/puro-reflejo-v.html' title='Puro Reflejo V'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SH6YMBOn4pI/AAAAAAAABM0/pQfFh60z93w/s72-c/P1040115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-1264376303935231463</id><published>2008-06-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:07:20.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rio de Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Rio de Janeiro llegamos de noche con miles de recomendaciones sobre los peligros que se encuentran en esta ciudad. Al parecer era mejor no pasar por algunos sitios, no llevar joyas y mucho menos cámaras que nos hicieran objeto de algún atraco. En resumidas cu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;entas se trataba de no parecer turista y comportarnos como buenos Cariocas, pero eso de no parecer turistas es casi imposible cuando se llega por primera vez a cualquier sitio: la manera de caminar, de observar las cosas y de hablar hace que se lleve en la frente un letrero que dice SOY EXTRANJERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ0926PnI/AAAAAAAABHQ/tFYAE_W6m1c/s1600-h/P1030979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216234705220419186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ0926PnI/AAAAAAAABHQ/tFYAE_W6m1c/s320/P1030979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Panorámica de Rio con el "Pão do Açúcar" en el medio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqTPbKBQwI/AAAAAAAABMM/sNy9LZSMaxo/s1600-h/P1040027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqTPbKBQwI/AAAAAAAABMM/sNy9LZSMaxo/s320/P1040027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648611086615298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Panorámica de la ciudad con la "Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas" mientras  cae el atardecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descendimos del autobus después de 6 horas de viaje con nuestras mochilas en la espalda, nuestras cámaras empacadas en pequeñas maletas que cuelgan por delante y por qué no decirlo con un poco de inseguridad frente al panoráma que encontraríamos. Así que en principio pensar en grabar la ciudad resultaba casi que una utopía pero sabíamos era imposible dejar de tener las imágenes que darían inicio al segundo capítulo de la "Estrada do Sol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqOQ8440kI/AAAAAAAABL0/wJKeclDybpk/s1600-h/P1040066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqOQ8440kI/AAAAAAAABL0/wJKeclDybpk/s320/P1040066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643139763294786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El "bondinho de Santa Teresa" que aún funciona por entre las calles de este barrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pese a todo lo que nos habían dicho, lo que encontramos fue una ciudad por la que se puede transitar y capturar su magia sin mayores alteraciones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro cautiva y en cuanto pasan unas horas los miedos se van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; yendo para darle paso a las sonrisas de la gente, a los rayos de luz que explotan en los cuerpos de quienes visitan las playas y a la arquitectura que circunda la ciudad. Los contrastes entre sus habitantes son marcados pero al buen estilo latinoamericano todos conviven con los otros como si no pasara nada y es que en realidad... aquí no pasa nada!!!&lt;/span&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqTPA9E4wI/AAAAAAAABME/EbhIwEjYc8o/s1600-h/P1030994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqTPA9E4wI/AAAAAAAABME/EbhIwEjYc8o/s320/P1030994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648604053005058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La primera imágen que vimos del Cristo Redentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ2UOEyvI/AAAAAAAABHg/BuQ0jvQp9C8/s1600-h/P1040014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216234728403028722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ2UOEyvI/AAAAAAAABHg/BuQ0jvQp9C8/s320/P1040014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Primer plano del Cristo Redentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqOP9i3ybI/AAAAAAAABLk/BJQAA95SMD4/s1600-h/P1040070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqOP9i3ybI/AAAAAAAABLk/BJQAA95SMD4/s320/P1040070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643122759518642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La magia de Ipanema cuando cae el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqORIzlXPI/AAAAAAAABL8/_7DoMt8IY64/s1600-h/P1040073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqORIzlXPI/AAAAAAAABL8/_7DoMt8IY64/s320/P1040073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643142962273522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vigilando Ipanema al atardecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tal como se presentan las cosas mágicas de la vida, de una manera muchas veces casi que inesperada, llegó el tercer integrante del equipo: Ari, cubano y español a la vez, vino con su música, poemas y alma de viajero para ir tras la famosa pero desconocida Estrada do Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ1egLbwI/AAAAAAAABHY/E0NXAdzwckw/s1600-h/P1030984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216234713983446786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ1egLbwI/AAAAAAAABHY/E0NXAdzwckw/s320/P1030984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ari, nuestro nuevo compañero de viaje, a contraluz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqtvOo2USI/AAAAAAAABMk/czj-AfT1gEY/s1600-h/P1040051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqtvOo2USI/AAAAAAAABMk/czj-AfT1gEY/s320/P1040051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222677744784396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primer atardecer  que vimos con Ari desde el mirador del Cristo Redentor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqTPuGp2-I/AAAAAAAABMU/Hdd4rypRePI/s1600-h/P1040032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SHqTPuGp2-I/AAAAAAAABMU/Hdd4rypRePI/s320/P1040032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222648616172772322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Luna llena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-1264376303935231463?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/1264376303935231463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=1264376303935231463' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1264376303935231463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/1264376303935231463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/06/rio-de-janeiro.html' title='Rio de Janeiro'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPJ0926PnI/AAAAAAAABHQ/tFYAE_W6m1c/s72-c/P1030979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-4159262812060238225</id><published>2008-06-26T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T09:33:39.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216217397115207954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO6FgJDwRI/AAAAAAAABGY/jRitDXq5140/s320/P1030528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xavi mirando los reflejos de São Paulo, en el lago del Parque Ibirapuera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO2WQ9mFVI/AAAAAAAABGA/G25JLLIYYvY/s1600-h/P1030537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216213287051859282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO2WQ9mFVI/AAAAAAAABGA/G25JLLIYYvY/s320/P1030537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Monumento As Bandeiras", con el Obelisco de fondo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO9ZOFhhuI/AAAAAAAABG4/imntid9ITpU/s1600-h/P1030470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221034400810722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO9ZOFhhuI/AAAAAAAABG4/imntid9ITpU/s320/P1030470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teatro Municipal, en medio del bullicio que caracteriza la zona céntrica de la ciudad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO9ZppQWyI/AAAAAAAABHA/TMLf7et-PYw/s1600-h/P1030471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221041798437666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO9ZppQWyI/AAAAAAAABHA/TMLf7et-PYw/s320/P1030471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grupo de mendigos esperando comida caliente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216213296801139570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO2W1SAS3I/AAAAAAAABGI/1-Uu4-T_k0E/s320/P1030426.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pleno fervor del Maracatu en una escuela de São Paulo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Maracatu es un baile folclórico del estado de Pernambuco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fue creado en el S.XVIII como crítica a la corte portuguesa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mezcla tradiciones indígenas, africanas y europeas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO6F-UmajI/AAAAAAAABGg/hCK3jWeFIoM/s1600-h/P1030564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216217405216680498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO6F-UmajI/AAAAAAAABGg/hCK3jWeFIoM/s320/P1030564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Frutas y más frutas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;en el Mercado Municipal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216225365708788402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGPBVVd0UrI/AAAAAAAABHI/TDfjhEw1c-o/s320/P1030900.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edificio abandonado detrás del Mercado Municipal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onde seguro hay mil historias por contar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216221021604157698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO9YeakGQI/AAAAAAAABGw/uH6sDQGCuoM/s320/P1030952.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Un sin fin de rascacielos desde el edificio más alto de la ciudad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216213300505421506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO2XDFLJsI/AAAAAAAABGQ/aU6hyg7pMNc/s320/P1030480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Volviendo a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-4159262812060238225?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/4159262812060238225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=4159262812060238225' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/4159262812060238225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/4159262812060238225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-paulo.html' title='São Paulo'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGO6FgJDwRI/AAAAAAAABGY/jRitDXq5140/s72-c/P1030528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-109002147311887108</id><published>2008-06-26T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T08:12:47.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro Reflejo IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGOxYqwb7SI/AAAAAAAABFw/uCmVHvb_W6o/s1600-h/P1040117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216207830777589026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGOxYqwb7SI/AAAAAAAABFw/uCmVHvb_W6o/s320/P1040117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atardece en la carretera de Poté a Ladainha, Minas Gerais (Brasil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216207839200046450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGOxZKIgbXI/AAAAAAAABF4/d9dQlHI_Szc/s320/P1040124.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anochece en el lago de Ladainha, Minas Gerais (Brasil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-109002147311887108?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/109002147311887108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=109002147311887108' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/109002147311887108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/109002147311887108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/06/puro-reflejo-iv.html' title='Puro Reflejo IV'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SGOxYqwb7SI/AAAAAAAABFw/uCmVHvb_W6o/s72-c/P1040117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-523803959179719422</id><published>2008-06-18T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:28:51.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personajes en Carapicuiba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lo más lindo cuando uno está grabando un documental, es sin duda el contacto con los personajes que dan vida a la historia. Sí, en este proyecto, el papá de Laila (Fuad) es el protagonista, pero el espectador solamente lo conocerá a través de las palabras de otros muchos ciudadanos de Carapicuiba. Entrevistamos a gente de todo tipo, desde personas que estaban viendo la vida pasar en alguna esquina de la ciudad, hasta hermanos, el chófer y personas más cercanas a Fuad. Todos ellos sin excepción, nos abrieron tanto las puertas de sus casas o lugares de trabajo, como sus corazones. Con sus gestos, sus miradas, sus voces y sus historias nos cautivaron, y con su sencillez y humanidad nos dieron una lección de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270857430345042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFlCOUcIJVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Xu1ZO3nbf04/s320/P1030187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Otto,  lo encontramos por casualidad y nos dio una lección de humanidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270875320146770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFlCPXFY21I/AAAAAAAAA-w/1AiH8qEf-hI/s320/P1030262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nos habló con el corazón en la mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-QBH7eDI/AAAAAAAABBI/izSlIdXZgzY/s1600-h/P1030285%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214110913488713778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-QBH7eDI/AAAAAAAABBI/izSlIdXZgzY/s320/P1030285%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Parecía que no pararía nunca de hablar... pero muy sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-QbSfv2I/AAAAAAAABBQ/4hCGG8sZKf4/s1600-h/P1030412%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214110920512356194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-QbSfv2I/AAAAAAAABBQ/4hCGG8sZKf4/s320/P1030412%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dorival, chófer y buen amigo, no pudo reprimir las lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-QXoErwI/AAAAAAAABBY/XOf6VU9gI5Y/s1600-h/P1030614%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214110919529115394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-QXoErwI/AAAAAAAABBY/XOf6VU9gI5Y/s320/P1030614%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;La sonrisa de una vendedora de fruta de Carapicuiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214111151320344050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-d3HaJfI/AAAAAAAABBg/f8m8AX06mro/s320/P1030629%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Momentos de diversión con un vendedor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;de cocos ambulante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214111153621432930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFw-d_sB-mI/AAAAAAAABBo/oheoLqqE5MM/s320/P1030831%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Las reflexiones del hermano mayor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213270870282606690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFlCPEUWGGI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ihfeCkFzYpo/s320/P1030237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El homenajeado en su despatxo de mando donde no le gusta estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-523803959179719422?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/523803959179719422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=523803959179719422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/523803959179719422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/523803959179719422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/06/personajes-en-carapicuiba.html' title='Personajes en Carapicuiba'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFlCOUcIJVI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Xu1ZO3nbf04/s72-c/P1030187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-8892244966547402988</id><published>2008-06-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:20:34.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manos a la Obra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar trae consigo proyectos. En este caso la idea de continuar contando historias através de imágenes fue lo que nos trajo a Brasil. A 30 minutos de Sao Paulo, en la ciudad de Carapicuiba, se encontraba Laila invitándonos a hacer un documental sobre la vida de su padre como alcalde de esta ciudad, desde hace 12 años. El proyecto nació en Buenos Aires mientras estudiábamos juntos, y poco a poco se fue convirtiendo en un sueño que pese a querer realizarlo, los tiempos y las distancias lo iban complicando. La voluntad y las ganas de cada uno de nosotros para volvernos a ver y seguir aprendiendo juntos, hizo que a finales de mayo nos encontráramos tras recorrer miles de kilometros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCScwmN4HI/AAAAAAAAA9I/RazUuLSt9PE/s1600-h/P1030172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCScwmN4HI/AAAAAAAAA9I/RazUuLSt9PE/s320/P1030172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825791646851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saliendo de la empresa de alquiler de equipos.&lt;br /&gt;Laila  con la cámara, Talía  con el micrófono, Xavi con el trípode y el boom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCVoA-fHeI/AAAAAAAAA9g/pZHMr7ATQ4c/s1600-h/P1030769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCVoA-fHeI/AAAAAAAAA9g/pZHMr7ATQ4c/s320/P1030769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829283557055970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laila / Dirección. Momento de reflexión.&lt;br /&gt;Bento de Abreu - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCVn29CPEI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/LakLUClRsyQ/s1600-h/P1030273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCVn29CPEI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/LakLUClRsyQ/s320/P1030273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829280866614338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xavi / Tareas varias (sonido, segunda cámara). Dónde voy con esta barba!.&lt;br /&gt;Carapicuiba - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCVoYXV_4I/AAAAAAAAA9o/_rnD1YiAIbo/s1600-h/P1030801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCVoYXV_4I/AAAAAAAAA9o/_rnD1YiAIbo/s320/P1030801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210829289835331458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Talía/ De todo un poco (Asistencia de dirección y ...). Que linda soy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Carapicuiba - Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una vez en Carapicuiba y con los equipos en las manos, empezamos ese proceso que se da al integrar un equipo, conocimos nuevos rostros, vinieron amigos a ayudar y entre todos hicimos posible lo que hace pocas semanas era poco más que una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCScDXCXxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FzL-LfP-M-I/s1600-h/P1030155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCScDXCXxI/AAAAAAAAA9A/FzL-LfP-M-I/s320/P1030155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825779503587090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giomara / Producción. Siempre sonriente.&lt;br /&gt;Carapicuiba - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCSdBXpn2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/gAlMJD44Qjs/s1600-h/P1030222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCSdBXpn2I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/gAlMJD44Qjs/s320/P1030222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825796149157730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Evaldo / Cámara. Atento a todo.&lt;br /&gt;Carapicuiba - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb07_7fJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_me8A9Q_Up8/s1600-h/P1030337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb07_7fJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_me8A9Q_Up8/s320/P1030337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836102628998290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;René / Colaborador amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Haciéndonos creer que todo con la cámara es tan sencillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb1TfscLI/AAAAAAAAA94/E2NHl4Ht5Gk/s1600-h/P1030651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb1TfscLI/AAAAAAAAA94/E2NHl4Ht5Gk/s320/P1030651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836108936245426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saliendo de viaje para Bento de Abreu a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 6 horas de Sao Paulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb2VmQcxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/grcbzridYyY/s1600-h/P1030816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb2VmQcxI/AAAAAAAAA-I/grcbzridYyY/s320/P1030816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836126680511250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En Bento de Abreu. Fin de rodaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb16fH5GI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2fOr44D2PqM/s1600-h/P1030771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCb16fH5GI/AAAAAAAAA-A/2fOr44D2PqM/s320/P1030771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210836119402832994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanecer en Bento de Abreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-8892244966547402988?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/8892244966547402988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=8892244966547402988' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8892244966547402988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8892244966547402988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/06/viajar-trae-consigo-proyectos.html' title='Manos a la Obra'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SFCScwmN4HI/AAAAAAAAA9I/RazUuLSt9PE/s72-c/P1030172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-6852245724434355572</id><published>2008-06-07T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:18:35.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro Reflejo III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEsesKOh3iI/AAAAAAAAA84/UBrWPW_YVw0/s1600-h/P1030522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEsesKOh3iI/AAAAAAAAA84/UBrWPW_YVw0/s320/P1030522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209291137992482338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parque de Ibirapuera - Såo Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-6852245724434355572?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/6852245724434355572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=6852245724434355572' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6852245724434355572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6852245724434355572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/06/puro-reflejo-iii.html' title='Puro Reflejo III'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEsesKOh3iI/AAAAAAAAA84/UBrWPW_YVw0/s72-c/P1030522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-8195984272453924742</id><published>2008-05-31T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:05:13.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos a Brasil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En América latina, como en el resto de lugares del mundo, existen muchos tipos de reflejos y contrastes. La Patagonia Argentina y Chilena nos cautivaron por sus colores, sus cielos y una naturaleza en estado puro. Ahora en Brasil, nos volveremos a dejar llevar y envolver por otra cultura, llena de miradas, acentos, aromas, costumbres y casuísticas diferentes. A través de nuevas fotos y algunas reflexiones, intentaremos plasmar todo aquello que nos mueva tanto el corazón, como la cabeza o el alma, en un contexto que promete ofrecer muchas experiencias enriquecedoras .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHt4a1qOCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xgPOvNZ8zVA/s1600-h/P1030115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHt4a1qOCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xgPOvNZ8zVA/s320/P1030115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704197749848098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vista de pájaro de Sao Paolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHt361qOBI/AAAAAAAAA74/1OZyCA5URJg/s1600-h/P1030113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHt361qOBI/AAAAAAAAA74/1OZyCA5URJg/s320/P1030113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206704189159913490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sao Paolo desde el aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHzla1qODI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NJCYCbmfODc/s1600-h/P1030120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHzla1qODI/AAAAAAAAA8I/NJCYCbmfODc/s320/P1030120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206710468402100274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sao Paolo apunto de aterrizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHzlq1qOEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/B11b8acTSDY/s1600-h/P1030351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHzlq1qOEI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/B11b8acTSDY/s320/P1030351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206710472697067586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Carapicuiba desde un mirador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHzma1qOFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nrOgBJZkfmI/s1600-h/P1030368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHzma1qOFI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nrOgBJZkfmI/s320/P1030368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206710485581969490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arco iris sobre Carapicuiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-8195984272453924742?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/8195984272453924742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=8195984272453924742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8195984272453924742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8195984272453924742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/05/bienvenidos-brasil.html' title='Bienvenidos a Brasil!'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SEHt4a1qOCI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xgPOvNZ8zVA/s72-c/P1030115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7427832592516848664</id><published>2008-05-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:24:12.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejos del fin del mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para poder tener una visión completa de los reflejos del sur, no podíamos faltar a la cita con la ciudad mas austral del continente, Ushuaia (aunque cuando uno llega, el horizonte no esta vacio como se puede pensar al llegar al supuesto fin del mundo). Aqui la nieve nos dio una fría aunque agradable bienvenida, y siempre estuvimos arropados por esas lindas y majestuosas montañas de nata y chocolate al norte, y el mar al sur. Las calles de esta ciudad en plena Tierra de fuego, vieron nuestros ultimos pasos por la Patagonia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204883887530588114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2Ua1qN9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1KcnIUinS4E/s320/P1020978%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cielo austral (Ushuaia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204883887530588130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2Ua1qN-I/AAAAAAAAA7g/wvQdb6ks9rc/s320/P1020984%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Centro de la ciudad (Ushuaia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2UK1qN8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/mHnIX0qCqDw/s1600-h/P1020933%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204883883235620802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2UK1qN8I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/mHnIX0qCqDw/s320/P1020933%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Puerto (Ushuaia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204883891825555458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2Uq1qOAI/AAAAAAAAA7w/ecT3kx41ibU/s320/P1020997%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reflejos en el mar (Ushuaia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2Uq1qN_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/xSUv26M3Aws/s1600-h/P1020996%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204883891825555442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2Uq1qN_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/xSUv26M3Aws/s320/P1020996%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sonrisa  en el fin del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7427832592516848664?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7427832592516848664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7427832592516848664' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7427832592516848664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7427832592516848664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflejos-del-fin-del-mundo.html' title='Reflejos del fin del mundo'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDt2Ua1qN9I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/1KcnIUinS4E/s72-c/P1020978%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-3395171008792915865</id><published>2008-05-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:12:13.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compañer@s de viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;En cualquier viaje, ya sea corto, largo, cercano o lejano, el factor humano, es decir la gente con la que uno se cruza en el camino, acostumbra a moldear para bien o para mal los recuerdos que quedan con el paso de los años. Durante este mes patagónico hemos vivido grandes instantes con argentinos, australianos, canarios, griegos, catalanes, indonesios, americanos, en definitiva gente del mundo que viaja persiguiendo distintos sueños que por momentos se vuelven uno solo: aprender de los demás y compartir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202575598035237650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNC8SYBexI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4tbsYnd6dAo/s320/P1020477%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                   Asado en el Hostel Pehuenya (El Bolsón), con toda la familia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Claudio, Valentina, Nico, Agustina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(argentinos), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tere y Jorge (canarios)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202576731906603858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDND-SYBe1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/gmiOfyraJQ8/s320/P1020479%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Con la barriga bien llena y sonrisa de vino: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dani, Katy (americanos), Tere y Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202575610920139586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNC9CYBe0I/AAAAAAAAA44/q_6sKisQpwU/s320/P1020509%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ascenso al Bosque Tallado, (El Bolsón), con Tere y Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202575606625172274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNC8yYBezI/AAAAAAAAA4w/NyOhVnDYEhM/s320/P1020498%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Acantilado cerca del cerro Piltriquitrón, (El Bolsón), con Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202576736201571170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDND-iYBe2I/AAAAAAAAA5I/X8vj4oEJfYY/s320/P1020525%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;En el Bosque Tallado, (El Bolsón), con Tere y Jorge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202576736201571186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDND-iYBe3I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/1TkLdRoOMDE/s320/P1020569%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                   Trayecto de El Bolsón a El Chaltén (30 horas), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;con Elisa (catalana) y Ezra (mejicano) delante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y Alberto (mejicano) atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202576740496538514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDND-yYBe5I/AAAAAAAAA5g/zbA0yduJZu8/s320/P1020858%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                  Intento de salto conjunto frente al Glaciar Perito Moreno con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nico (griego) y William (indonesio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYiYBe6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/-qlB4BCrPxo/s1600-h/P1020877%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202577182878170018" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYiYBe6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/-qlB4BCrPxo/s320/P1020877%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nico y William immortalizando el Glaciar Perito Moreno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYiYBe7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/GnLTBTu0dWQ/s1600-h/P1020917%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202577182878170034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYiYBe7I/AAAAAAAAA5w/GnLTBTu0dWQ/s320/P1020917%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Típica foto de grupo en estación de autobuses (Río gallegos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;con Paul (irlandés), JP (australiano) y Nico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYyYBe8I/AAAAAAAAA54/msC8p_64vZc/s1600-h/P1030006%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202577187173137346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYyYBe8I/AAAAAAAAA54/msC8p_64vZc/s320/P1030006%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Jugando a "Pool" (Ushuaia), con Flor (argentina) a la izquierda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara (catalana), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marta (catalana), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mariana (argentina) y JP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYyYBe9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/yc4t2nMapVo/s1600-h/P1030009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202577187173137362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNEYyYBe9I/AAAAAAAAA6A/yc4t2nMapVo/s320/P1030009%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara, JP y Marta inspeccionando alguna imagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay quien por su mirada, su sonrisa permanente, su forma de contar historias, por su olor o simplemente por la calidez de su voz, invita a acercarse más y crear verdaderos vínculos. Como siempre alguno queda y la mayoría pasan de largo, pero dejando su granito de afecto, de experiencia, de complicidad mochilera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-3395171008792915865?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/3395171008792915865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=3395171008792915865' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3395171008792915865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3395171008792915865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/05/compaers-de-viaje.html' title='Compañer@s de viaje'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SDNC8SYBexI/AAAAAAAAA4g/4tbsYnd6dAo/s72-c/P1020477%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-395216547050338563</id><published>2008-05-16T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:30:48.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejos del Glaciar Perito Moreno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PgCYBdOI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XlsopmXT2bo/s1600-h/P1020830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PgCYBdOI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XlsopmXT2bo/s320/P1020830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201393137704072418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En la mañana, de El Calafate al Parque Nacional los Glaciares, 80 Km. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8auiYBdZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JMW173NNwu8/s1600-h/P1020832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8auiYBdZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/JMW173NNwu8/s320/P1020832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201405481440081298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En la primera curva, El Lago Argentino con sus colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PhSYBdRI/AAAAAAAAArA/RjkILSeGAv0/s1600-h/P1020896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PhSYBdRI/AAAAAAAAArA/RjkILSeGAv0/s320/P1020896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201393159178908946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde la carretera, primer encuentro con el Glaciar Perito Moreno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8SmyYBdSI/AAAAAAAAArI/NnH9_H2rRUg/s1600-h/P1020842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8SmyYBdSI/AAAAAAAAArI/NnH9_H2rRUg/s320/P1020842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396552203072802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PgiYBdPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/uBzGmXtyKwc/s1600-h/P1020845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PgiYBdPI/AAAAAAAAAqw/uBzGmXtyKwc/s320/P1020845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201393146294007026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frente a frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8eaiYBdeI/AAAAAAAAAso/hV4PDw0eKXU/s1600-h/P1020847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8eaiYBdeI/AAAAAAAAAso/hV4PDw0eKXU/s320/P1020847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201409535889208802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salud desde el Perito, con frío pero Salud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se pueden encontrar muchos datos sobre el Glaciar Perito Moreno y pese a que te expliquen una y mil veces la manera en que se forman los glaciares, al verlo sigue siendo un misterio. No se necesita leer ha sido considerado la octava maravilla del mundo, o saber que cuenta con más de 250km2 de extensión, un ancho de aproximadamente 4km y una altura de 50 a 70 metros, para entender que es simple y llanamente majestuoso. Estar allí, escuchar los crujidos que hace justo antes de un rompimiento, ver sus hilos de luz por entre los quiebres del hielo y contemplar el color turquesa del Lago Argentino, es una experiencia indescriptible que apenas si se puede ver reflejada a través de estas fotografías.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC5ovyYBdMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/uWUgM8D6Yjo/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC5ovyYBdMI/AAAAAAAAAqY/uWUgM8D6Yjo/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201209789845173442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fragmentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8SnSYBdTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/eqjJ3m_Z0oY/s1600-h/P1020850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8SnSYBdTI/AAAAAAAAArQ/eqjJ3m_Z0oY/s320/P1020850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396560793007410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El otoño desde el Perito Moreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8eaSYBddI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rDIgEZ0jsDI/s1600-h/P1020843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8eaSYBddI/AAAAAAAAAsg/rDIgEZ0jsDI/s320/P1020843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201409531594241490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El arco iris desde el Perito Moreno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8SoyYBdWI/AAAAAAAAAro/L8hdoMMm-Zg/s1600-h/P1020876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8SoyYBdWI/AAAAAAAAAro/L8hdoMMm-Zg/s320/P1020876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201396586562811234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De despedida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8UfiYBdXI/AAAAAAAAArw/dMDZn5Rr_8I/s1600-h/P1020899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8UfiYBdXI/AAAAAAAAArw/dMDZn5Rr_8I/s320/P1020899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201398626672276850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;En la tarde, del Parque Nacional los Glaciares a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El Calafate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, 80 Km. (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-395216547050338563?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/395216547050338563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=395216547050338563' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/395216547050338563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/395216547050338563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflejos-del-glaciar-perito-moreno.html' title='Reflejos del Glaciar Perito Moreno'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SC8PgCYBdOI/AAAAAAAAAqo/XlsopmXT2bo/s72-c/P1020830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-2592283072594102404</id><published>2008-05-14T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:24:25.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personajes Patagónicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este sur que visitamos, está también impregnado de las historias que se reflejan en cada uno de los rostros que lo habitan. Hay personajes patagónicos de todo tipo: los que identificamos como "gauchos", los que viven del turismo,  los que aprendiendo a dar sus primeros pasos sonríen a la vida,  los que se dejan asombrar una vez más frente a los atardeceres de está tierra y entre muchos otros, también están los que han puesto sus sueños en la reconstrucción de pueblos fantasmas que crecen cada día un poco más. Gente, que por algunos segundos, justo en el momento de obturar la cámara nos brindan eso que hoy llamamos, los reflejos del alma de este sur que cautiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCY7F4K2LeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/v0Msmmx6kCk/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCY7F4K2LeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/v0Msmmx6kCk/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198907792009080290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estación de bus, el Bolsón -  (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es polvo de tiempo y de planeta;&lt;br /&gt;nombres no quedan, pero el tiempo dura.&lt;br /&gt;Fue tantos otros y hoy es una quieta&lt;br /&gt;pieza que mueve la literatura.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En los azares de la montonera&lt;br /&gt;murió por el color de una divisa;&lt;br /&gt;fue el que no pidió nada, ni siquiera&lt;br /&gt;la gloria, que estrépito y ceniza.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dijo: Soy gaucho. Fue su suerte&lt;br /&gt;no imaginar la suerte de los otros.&lt;br /&gt;No menos ignorante que nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;no menos solitario, entró en la muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de EL GAUCHO, Jorge Luis Borges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCpqsiYBcgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3IVKm1Jkk2o/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCpqsiYBcgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3IVKm1Jkk2o/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200086033127010818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playa de Puñihuil - Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Solo él tiene el derecho de tutearle a la mar,&lt;br /&gt;le parieron mar adentro y se le quedo la sal...&lt;br /&gt;Era pescador antes de nacer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Toda la Mar detrás - Patxi Andión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM_CYBckI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HSChSLZBzMc/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM_CYBckI/AAAAAAAAAjc/HSChSLZBzMc/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200616315559178818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Casa a orillas del mar , Quellón - Isla de Chiloé  (Chile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Que alguien diga algún verso a su espacio de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM_iYBcmI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nLJPubSjtWQ/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM_iYBcmI/AAAAAAAAAjs/nLJPubSjtWQ/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200616324149113442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Calle en construcción, El Chaltén -  (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha pasado que el llanto se convierte en palabras,&lt;br /&gt;ha pasado que sangre se convierte en palabras,&lt;br /&gt;ha pasado que un hombre se convierte en palabras, palabras, palabras a granel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM_iYBclI/AAAAAAAAAjk/R8JChHkm2lU/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM_iYBclI/AAAAAAAAAjk/R8JChHkm2lU/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200616324149113426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feria de artesanías, el Bolson - (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se sepa que el mundo va sembrado de vidas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras - Silvio Rodríguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM-yYBcjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XUPNfrG0TUc/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCxM-yYBcjI/AAAAAAAAAjU/XUPNfrG0TUc/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200616311264211506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cerca al Puerto , Castro - Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..ese dolor, casi miedo en el comienzo del viento,&lt;br /&gt;me ha mostrado un momento como si fuera un espejo:&lt;br /&gt;que la soledad me hace más pensativo y más viejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Casa se queda sola - Patxi Andión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCpqsyYBchI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yDDZt5_q7lg/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCpqsyYBchI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yDDZt5_q7lg/s320/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200086037421978130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ya viene el Atardecer,  Ancud - Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre que paso entre la gente me quiero robar algo de ellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;robarme expresiones, sonrisas macabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;olores sin hueso, ese ultimo billete que atesoran como un espejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siempre me los quiero robar para ponerlos aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entre las imágenes y ellas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entre tantas cosas que pienso cuando estoy aquí;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por eso quiero viajar en las ventanas de los buses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y en las calles que nadie quiere ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para poder sentir que vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y poder escribir la que vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tal vez ese truco de hablar nos hizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buscadores, náufragos del consuelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nubes del otoño de nosotros mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ojalá no llegue el invierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero por ahora cuando me veas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dejame que te robe los ojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o la tristeza, dejame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;así podre decir que vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos de PERDIDO EN PALABRAS, Andrés Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-2592283072594102404?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/2592283072594102404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=2592283072594102404' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2592283072594102404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2592283072594102404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/05/personajes.html' title='Personajes Patagónicos'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCY7F4K2LeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/v0Msmmx6kCk/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-5130937912218496709</id><published>2008-05-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:19:13.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camino al cerro FITZ ROY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198467699595161042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSq1IK2LdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BxzsaPx-FVg/s400/P1020659%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vista del cerro Fitz Roy desde El Chaltén, soleado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198465698140400962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSpAoK2LUI/AAAAAAAAAhI/9D6Kv9uPX58/s400/P1020683%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inicio de la caminata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198466050327719314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSpVIK2LZI/AAAAAAAAAhw/OfF9KemsaCY/s400/P1020751%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Entre árboles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198467175609150898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSqWoK2LbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/SEM3G3smKgs/s400/P1020757%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Árboles y glaciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSqVYK2LaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/tgJjjyv0n-A/s1600-h/P1020755[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198467154134314402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSqVYK2LaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/tgJjjyv0n-A/s400/P1020755%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Laguna Capri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198465698140400978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSpAoK2LVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/3hr2a8O4W98/s400/P1020694%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Entre montañas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198466028852882818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSpT4K2LYI/AAAAAAAAAho/dVxv0XhxsZY/s400/P1020716%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Laguna Capri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198465702435368290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSpA4K2LWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/czjNa7fF0D8/s400/P1020697%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Talía al viento&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198466015967980914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSpTIK2LXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XgBnCyh-gIo/s400/P1020709%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vistas del cerro Fitz Roy desde la Laguna Capri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198467691005226434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSq0oK2LcI/AAAAAAAAAiI/pb4GRQI1ilk/s400/P1020770%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; vista de pájaro de El Chaltén&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-5130937912218496709?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/5130937912218496709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=5130937912218496709' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5130937912218496709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/5130937912218496709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/05/camino-al-cerro-fitz-roy.html' title='Camino al cerro FITZ ROY'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SCSq1IK2LdI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/BxzsaPx-FVg/s72-c/P1020659%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-3602611136430580389</id><published>2008-04-30T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:01:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro reflejo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PURO REFLEJO A LA LUZ DEL DIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvrW08bwRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tzFU_4XEbgA/s1600-h/P1020855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvrW08bwRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tzFU_4XEbgA/s320/P1020855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005372503769362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glaciar Perito Moreno, El Calafate (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PURO REFLEJO AL ATARDECER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvrWE8bwQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LKbphAAc_oY/s1600-h/P1020651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvrWE8bwQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LKbphAAc_oY/s320/P1020651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196005359618867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ruta 40, del Bolsón al Chaltén. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PURO REFLEJO A LA LUZ DE LA LUNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SB4h0E8bwSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FrT7JByoDPw/s1600-h/P1020628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SB4h0E8bwSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FrT7JByoDPw/s320/P1020628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196628198596264226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ruta 40, del Bolsón al Chaltén. (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-3602611136430580389?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/3602611136430580389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=3602611136430580389' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3602611136430580389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/3602611136430580389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/puro-reflejo-ii.html' title='Puro reflejo II'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvrW08bwRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/tzFU_4XEbgA/s72-c/P1020855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7218586342814090137</id><published>2008-04-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:36:53.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Más vida salvaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBUC3E8bwNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3RSK_snZF4U/s1600-h/P1020733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194060890485014738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBUC3E8bwNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3RSK_snZF4U/s320/P1020733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Laguna Capri, El Chaltén (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191015886792077218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAoxciOmr6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/XUojpdeOyyU/s320/P1020140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playa Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAoxcCOmr4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jGW8j9OnoKI/s1600-h/P1020099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191015878202142594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAoxcCOmr4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jGW8j9OnoKI/s320/P1020099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playa Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191015882497109906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAoxcSOmr5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/b1UD7cJNwQw/s320/P1020100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playa Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvf_E8bwOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/07_-acPBnno/s1600-h/P1020149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvf_E8bwOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/07_-acPBnno/s320/P1020149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195992869853970658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Playa Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191015895382011826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAoxdCOmr7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/tYiL9AwNy_c/s320/P1020153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Playa Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAorrSOmr0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8YFjFp6mYOw/s1600-h/P1010883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191009543125380930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAorrSOmr0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/8YFjFp6mYOw/s320/P1010883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; San Martín de los Andes (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191009551715315538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAorryOmr1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/jneYy1bQuUI/s320/P1020001.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ancud, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBvhH08bwPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fGh_0bmaCbw/s1600-h/P1020609.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7218586342814090137?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7218586342814090137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7218586342814090137' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7218586342814090137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7218586342814090137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/ms-vida-salvaje.html' title='Más vida salvaje'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBUC3E8bwNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3RSK_snZF4U/s72-c/P1020733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-2117298256014864603</id><published>2008-04-19T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:32:43.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En ruta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJskU8bwFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cdcAN-pd9_Q/s1600-h/P1020311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJskU8bwFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cdcAN-pd9_Q/s320/P1020311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193332691664879698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Puerto Montt (Chile) - San Carlos de Bariloche (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJsk08bwGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/krW-6trjUcg/s1600-h/P1020365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJsk08bwGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/krW-6trjUcg/s320/P1020365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193332700254814306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Puerto Montt (Chile) - San Carlos de Bariloche (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJxzk8bwHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Hd9b1ygrHxQ/s1600-h/P1020572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJxzk8bwHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Hd9b1ygrHxQ/s320/P1020572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193338451216023666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Bolsón-El Chaltén (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;30 horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJxz08bwII/AAAAAAAAAHM/bYBsbjAzJQ0/s1600-h/P1020573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJxz08bwII/AAAAAAAAAHM/bYBsbjAzJQ0/s320/P1020573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193338455510990978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Bolsón-El Chaltén (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;30 horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recorrer la Patagonia significa vivir una buena parte del viaje en ruta. En Argentina las distancias son enormes y dependiendo del estado de las carreteras, los tipos de trenes, carros, buses y las paradas que se hacen, los viajes pueden ser interminables a la vez que inolvidables. Horas y horas de este viaje han transcurrido entonces entre los ruidos de una ventana que no cierra,  toda la filmografía de Tom Hanks y los cd's de Mana, colas  en las aduanas con el pasaporte en la mano, cambios constantes de posición,  o las historias y ronquidos de otros mochileros, carreteras rectas que parecen no tener fin, atardeceres con nubes y cielos de todos los colores, arco iris gigantes...y más reflejos del sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJx0U8bwJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mZ3gcVvhh-A/s1600-h/P1020612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJx0U8bwJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mZ3gcVvhh-A/s320/P1020612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193338464100925586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Bolsón-El Chaltén (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;30 horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJ1ZU8bwKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AHMR-gmODIE/s1600-h/P1020655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJ1ZU8bwKI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AHMR-gmODIE/s320/P1020655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193342398290968738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Bolsón-El Chaltén (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;30 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJ1Zk8bwLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zRp9LFmsSYw/s1600-h/P1020803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJ1Zk8bwLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zRp9LFmsSYw/s320/P1020803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193342402585936050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Chaltén-El Calafate (Argentina)&lt;br /&gt;4 horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJ1aE8bwMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P8be7lhjUqE/s1600-h/P1020830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJ1aE8bwMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/P8be7lhjUqE/s320/P1020830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193342411175870658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Calafate- Glaciar Perito Moreno&lt;br /&gt;1 hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-2117298256014864603?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/2117298256014864603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=2117298256014864603' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2117298256014864603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2117298256014864603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/en-ruta.html' title='En ruta'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SBJskU8bwFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cdcAN-pd9_Q/s72-c/P1020311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-553968726847807310</id><published>2008-04-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:42:46.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de perros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAokDSOmrzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k17s-VmXR8c/s1600-h/P1020063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191001159349219122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAokDSOmrzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k17s-VmXR8c/s320/P1020063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ancud (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190759142511567938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAlH8DQDZEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/K6oqIoFNX8k/s320/P1020253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Castro (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190759108151829522" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAlH6DQDZBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dmyWLPF2sPw/s320/P1010845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Neuquén (Argentina) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desde que pusimos los pies en Buenos Aires los perros callejeros han sido siempre una prolongación de nuestra sombra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190759121036731426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAlH6zQDZCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GRhP8kGidws/s320/P1020024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ancud (Chile) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190998960325963554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAoiDSOmryI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ad4mZWGnYR4/s320/P1020438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Bolsón (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190993707580960514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAodRiOmrwI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kgRr3q9oUp8/s320/P1020461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;El Bolsón (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-553968726847807310?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/553968726847807310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=553968726847807310' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/553968726847807310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/553968726847807310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-de-perros.html' title='Vida de perros'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAokDSOmrzI/AAAAAAAAAFs/k17s-VmXR8c/s72-c/P1020063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-2625841797413766744</id><published>2008-04-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:40:40.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro Reflejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbF3zQDY6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EEUn3y1Aw2o/s1600-h/P1020424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190053183032091554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbF3zQDY6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EEUn3y1Aw2o/s320/P1020424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;San Carlos de Bariloche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-2625841797413766744?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/2625841797413766744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=2625841797413766744' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2625841797413766744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2625841797413766744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/puro-reflejo.html' title='Puro Reflejo'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbF3zQDY6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/EEUn3y1Aw2o/s72-c/P1020424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-2222664805730460140</id><published>2008-04-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:26:21.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colores del Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXDQDY1I/AAAAAAAAADU/qYVAx_8Iw1g/s1600-h/P1010910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049321856492370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXDQDY1I/AAAAAAAAADU/qYVAx_8Iw1g/s320/P1010910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Villa la Angostura (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXTQDY2I/AAAAAAAAADc/xqAj6Mue5O0/s1600-h/P1020037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049326151459682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXTQDY2I/AAAAAAAAADc/xqAj6Mue5O0/s320/P1020037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ancud (Chile)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXzQDY3I/AAAAAAAAADk/zzqg5Nvsn7M/s1600-h/P1020218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049334741394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXzQDY3I/AAAAAAAAADk/zzqg5Nvsn7M/s320/P1020218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quellon (Chile)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCYTQDY4I/AAAAAAAAADs/kpR61yE1cCM/s1600-h/P1020257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049343331328898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCYTQDY4I/AAAAAAAAADs/kpR61yE1cCM/s320/P1020257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Castro (Chile)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCYzQDY5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AqSQCfmGb0g/s1600-h/P1020428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190049351921263506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCYzQDY5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/AqSQCfmGb0g/s320/P1020428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;San Carlos de Bariloche (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&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 align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-2222664805730460140?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/2222664805730460140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=2222664805730460140' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2222664805730460140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2222664805730460140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/colores-del-sur.html' title='Colores del Sur'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAbCXDQDY1I/AAAAAAAAADU/qYVAx_8Iw1g/s72-c/P1010910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-767229814043259453</id><published>2008-04-16T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:27:55.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruta de los Lagos (Argentina)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa82zQDYwI/AAAAAAAAACs/3LGjtyVaBoc/s1600-h/P1010858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043270247572226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa82zQDYwI/AAAAAAAAACs/3LGjtyVaBoc/s320/P1010858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lago Lacar (San Martín de los Andes)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa83DQDYxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yEl4ASG7zPI/s1600-h/P1010932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043274542539538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa83DQDYxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/yEl4ASG7zPI/s320/P1010932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lago Nahuel Huapi (Villa la Angostura)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa83jQDYyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6UYR4E-wDE4/s1600-h/P1010937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043283132474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa83jQDYyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6UYR4E-wDE4/s320/P1010937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lago Nahuel Huapi (Villa la Angostura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa83zQDYzI/AAAAAAAAADE/QNc4W3WgRbU/s1600-h/P1020403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043287427441458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa83zQDYzI/AAAAAAAAADE/QNc4W3WgRbU/s320/P1020403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lago Nahuel Huapi (San Carlos de Bariloche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa84DQDY0I/AAAAAAAAADM/xxBidSJdLpo/s1600-h/P1020448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043291722408770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa84DQDY0I/AAAAAAAAADM/xxBidSJdLpo/s320/P1020448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lago Puelo (El Bolsón)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&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;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-767229814043259453?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/767229814043259453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=767229814043259453' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/767229814043259453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/767229814043259453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/ruta-de-los-lagos-argentina.html' title='Ruta de los Lagos (Argentina)'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAa82zQDYwI/AAAAAAAAACs/3LGjtyVaBoc/s72-c/P1010858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-2662565602866179127</id><published>2008-04-15T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:28:46.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicidad mochilera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Talía y Xavi entran a la terminal de Constitución corriendo con sus morrales al hombro, sus sueños y la idea de poderse sumergir prontamente entre los cielos de un sur que dicen trae colores al alma&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189672275267511010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVrcDQDYuI/AAAAAAAAACc/c96PEMxkHdM/s320/P1010869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;San Martín de los Andes (Argentina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Esa es la imagen que queda del inicio de su viaje y sigue siendo la que proyectan once días después al pasar por entre terminales, hostales, buses, restaurantes y calles. En el Sur se ven muchos mochileros con los sueños al hombro, la mayoría vienen o van hacia el fin del mundo o hacia el inicio del mundo, depende de quién lo mire. En realidad lo importante no es hacia dónde van sino las experiencias que se acumulan en cada una de esas mochilas y que permiten tener una visión más amplia de la vida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;En este viaje juntos resulta imprescindible ser cómplices de los parajes a los que llegan, de las historias que pasan y de la inagotable sonrisa que viene cuando encuentran Los Reflejos del Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189672279562478322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVrcTQDYvI/AAAAAAAAACk/nar_VGrOHVs/s320/P1020222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quellon, Isla de Chiloé, (Chile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-2662565602866179127?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/2662565602866179127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=2662565602866179127' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2662565602866179127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/2662565602866179127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/tala-y-xavi-entran-la-terminal-de.html' title='Complicidad mochilera'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVrcDQDYuI/AAAAAAAAACc/c96PEMxkHdM/s72-c/P1010869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-6809616328199534027</id><published>2008-04-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:32:54.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las dos caras de San Martín de los Andes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVe8TQDYmI/AAAAAAAAABc/4EvJDs58_68/s1600-h/P1010865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189658535667130978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVe8TQDYmI/AAAAAAAAABc/4EvJDs58_68/s320/P1010865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como toda moneda, cualquier pueblo del mundo tiene dos caras. San Martín de los Andes se muestra a los ojos del turista como un paraje hermoso, brillante y espléndido. Uno llega al lugar atraido por la majestuosidad de las montañas que lo rodean, el azul intenso de las aguas del lago lacar que lo baña, múltiples cabañas y cabañitas de madera, y un aire puro, limpio y refrescante...en definitiva, un pueblo de cuento de hadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189663015318020770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVjBDQDYqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/n2gIJxDGu1Q/s320/P1010877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189663049677759154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVjDDQDYrI/AAAAAAAAACE/qOyAgo--D7k/s320/P1010886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189663062562661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVjDzQDYsI/AAAAAAAAACM/GdtCCCI-7LQ/s320/P1010887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero las bellas postales e imágenes que atraviesan fronteras y viajan por la red, no contemplan la otra realidad del pueblo, la otra cara de la moneda. Simplemente al cruzar un puente, los 4x4 se han convertido en coches atrotinados, el asfalto se ha vuelto polvo, la madera brillante está vieja y las miradas confiadas con el turista del otro lado, aquí son ojos abiertos de asombro por ver a un extraño. Sin quererlo el río se ha convertido en un límite entre dos mundos opuestos que llevan el mismo nombre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189664806319383250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVkpTQDYtI/AAAAAAAAACU/MUGIPKre4LI/s320/P1010876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189658544257065586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVe8zQDYnI/AAAAAAAAABk/XWE2slC4DFA/s320/P1010871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189658548552032898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVe9DQDYoI/AAAAAAAAABs/aIoofDFjg0Q/s320/P1010874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-6809616328199534027?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/6809616328199534027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=6809616328199534027' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6809616328199534027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/6809616328199534027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/las-dos-caras-de-san-martn-de-los-andes.html' title='Las dos caras de San Martín de los Andes'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SAVe8TQDYmI/AAAAAAAAABc/4EvJDs58_68/s72-c/P1010865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-8905122794512660895</id><published>2008-04-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:49:20.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejos de Chiloé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC7zQDYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UbosBw0ZKXU/s1600-h/P1020069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924053309841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC7zQDYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UbosBw0ZKXU/s320/P1020069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Puesta de sol en Ancud, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8DQDYiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PYI2L6Sz4UQ/s1600-h/P1020079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924057604809250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8DQDYiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PYI2L6Sz4UQ/s320/P1020079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reflejo de luna en Ancud, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8TQDYjI/AAAAAAAAABE/O44tSyzedUo/s1600-h/P1020125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924061899776562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8TQDYjI/AAAAAAAAABE/O44tSyzedUo/s320/P1020125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Árbol acantilado en Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8jQDYkI/AAAAAAAAABM/7s7biEuM5bU/s1600-h/P1020128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924066194743874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8jQDYkI/AAAAAAAAABM/7s7biEuM5bU/s320/P1020128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mar plateado en Puñihuil, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8zQDYlI/AAAAAAAAABU/yf_-nww-PYU/s1600-h/P1020298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188924070489711186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC8zQDYlI/AAAAAAAAABU/yf_-nww-PYU/s320/P1020298.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Árboles en contraluz, Castro, Isla de Chiloé (Chile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-8905122794512660895?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/8905122794512660895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=8905122794512660895' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8905122794512660895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/8905122794512660895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflejos-de-chilo.html' title='Reflejos de Chiloé'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/SALC7zQDYhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UbosBw0ZKXU/s72-c/P1020069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7072562724385653054</id><published>2008-04-07T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:34:20.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tren al Sur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_wIEMuNf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ultnj8pR2B8/s1600-h/P1010817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187029739051515826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_wIEMuNf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ultnj8pR2B8/s320/P1010817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Los argentinos advierten una y otra vez que los trenes se acabaron después de Menem y que los que quedan no llegan casi nunca a su destino.  Así que constantemente nos decían "tenés que estar de la cabeza" para querer empezar el viaje en tren. Sin embargo a medida que escuchábamos todo esto, aumentaban nuestras ganas de vivir esta experiencia. Fueron 12 horas desde Buenos Aires a Bahía Blanca, de las que podríamos contar tantas anécdotas!!! Desde el grupo de punks sin billete de nuestro lado, hasta Xavi intercediendo entre una pelea de mujeres a punto de darse golpes (porque nadie más movía su trasero del asiento), pasando por el revisor pidiendo los boletos cada 30 minutos despertando a todos, el vendedor ambulante que siempre era el mismo con diferentes artículos o dos meseros vestidos de  traje caminando como zombis todas las horas del trayecto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Habríamos querido tomar muchas más fotos pero la calma tensa que se respiraba en el vagón no nos lo permitió. El resto se quedó en nuestra cabeza para algun día poder contárselas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187027780546428834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_wGSMuNf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/d2UczFEVfr4/s320/P1010809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7072562724385653054?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7072562724385653054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7072562724385653054' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7072562724385653054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7072562724385653054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/tren-al-sur.html' title='Tren al Sur'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_wIEMuNf7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ultnj8pR2B8/s72-c/P1010817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5473574049094828529.post-7626342894491261228</id><published>2008-04-07T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:49:45.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños y Realidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_v_GcuNf4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Cs7Qbek1uk/s1600-h/P1010834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187019882101571458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_v_GcuNf4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Cs7Qbek1uk/s320/P1010834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Atardecer desde el bus de Bahía Blanca a San Martín de los Andes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toda realidad comienza con un sueño. Este empezó una mañana cualquiera en la que afloró nuestra necesidad de seguir viajando, el destino estaba claro, el Sur. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Con poco más que un billete de tren y mucha ilusión el viernes 4 de abril de 2008 iniciamos este viaje que no sabemos por dónde nos llevará. Los Reflejos del Sur es ahora el camino para transmitir instantes, sensaciones y todo aquello que iremos encontrando en este recorrido desde Buenos Aires hasta el "fin del mundo", pasando por la Patagonia Argentina y Chilena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187022119779532690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_wBIsuNf5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/8Ha82v-S6Ic/s320/P1010855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lago Lacar en San Martín de los Andes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5473574049094828529-7626342894491261228?l=losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/feeds/7626342894491261228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5473574049094828529&amp;postID=7626342894491261228' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7626342894491261228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5473574049094828529/posts/default/7626342894491261228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://losreflejosdelsur.blogspot.com/2008/04/sueos-y-realidades.html' title='Sueños y Realidades'/><author><name>reflejosdelsur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751443891258165513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4M0ybL41zho/R_v_GcuNf4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8Cs7Qbek1uk/s72-c/P1010834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
