<?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-7092239270839242775</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:15:22.423-03:00</updated><category term='texto ilustrado'/><category term='vida'/><category term='exposicion'/><category term='tango'/><category term='Buenos Aires'/><category term='puerto'/><category term='calles solitarias'/><category term='amor'/><category term='LA CHICA DE LLUVIA'/><category term='mujer'/><category term='obras'/><category term='Pablo Carneiro'/><category term='Alejandra Coirini'/><title type='text'>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-4008887339203887556</id><published>2010-11-12T14:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:41:29.438-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gran dolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/TN18JiEQQcI/AAAAAAAAALE/GSNiyT3bmns/s1600/pablo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538719619940893122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/TN18JiEQQcI/AAAAAAAAALE/GSNiyT3bmns/s320/pablo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lamento comunicar que nuestro amigo Pablo fallecio el dia 6 de noviembre de 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos dejo fisicamente, pero vivira en su arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proximamente realizaremos un homenaje a este amigo, con miembros de su familia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-4008887339203887556?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4008887339203887556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=4008887339203887556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/4008887339203887556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/4008887339203887556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2010/11/gran-dolor.html' title='Gran dolor'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/TN18JiEQQcI/AAAAAAAAALE/GSNiyT3bmns/s72-c/pablo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-952284650621621377</id><published>2010-10-12T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:44:12.339-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mujer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>VIVIR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SeixR84gxXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v6SKwkumP-Y/s1600-h/sombrero+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325701481324660082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SeixR84gxXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v6SKwkumP-Y/s320/sombrero+web.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquel hombre caminaba sencillamente por la vida complaciéndose en las cosas simples...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Él, sabiéndose solitario, busco aquella mujer, la compañía cálida de los afectos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el viejo café, lugar transitorio de eventos importantes,abrigaba una esperanza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ella le decía que si, él la acompañaría para siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellos competirían exquisitos momentos,buscados en cada rincón de la vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensamientos lejanos, nostalgias pasadas, filosofía de tango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Él, como caballero de la ciudad, miraba como ella se acercaba misteriosa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dueña de un encanto especial, seducía con su mirar, ella era...la vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuento escrito por Pablo Carneiro, del libro "Tango"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ilustracion: Alejandra Coirini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LAMINA EDITADA PARA LA VENTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325702069296483586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/Seix0LP6zQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hlVwgCCps8U/s320/Cuadro+4+baja+res.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-952284650621621377?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/952284650621621377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=952284650621621377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/952284650621621377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/952284650621621377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivir.html' title='VIVIR...'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SeixR84gxXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v6SKwkumP-Y/s72-c/sombrero+web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-4495837551493314428</id><published>2009-07-19T13:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:24:54.025-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exposicion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>Exposicion de obras</title><content type='html'>Los invitamos a que pasen a ver las obras.&lt;br /&gt;Y a los que les gusta el tango disfruten el espectaculo.&lt;br /&gt;Todos los dias a partis de las 19hs. En el Salon Canning (Sociedad Helenica San Demetrio): Scalabrini Ortiz 1331&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360205684744217778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SmNGq7I1ZLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ukh95GRo2Xc/s320/con+pinta+de+tango,+narracion+ilustrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-4495837551493314428?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4495837551493314428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=4495837551493314428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-3339137147521211499</id><published>2009-02-06T21:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:53:57.814-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proyecto iniciado por el escritor Pablo Carneiro y la artista Visual Alejandra Coirini.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra Coirini y Pablo Carneiro un día pensaron que sería bueno juntarse para realizar una obra mixta, ilustración y texto sobre Argentina y de Buenos Aires en particular y así nació el proyecto de “Imágenes y letras de Buenos Aires”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El resultado de la fusion de estos artistas es la realizacion de láminas referentes a las costumbres y colores de la ciudad de Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;Este formato permite que cualquiera que desee hacerse acreedor de alguno de estos cuentos ilustrados, pueda tener el que le agrade de forma accesible.Solo hay que comunicarse con alguno de los dos artistas y cualquier solicitud y duda les seran correspondidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-3339137147521211499?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3339137147521211499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=3339137147521211499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/3339137147521211499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/3339137147521211499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/imagener-y-letras-de-buenos-aires.html' title='Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-294567804785845047</id><published>2009-02-06T20:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:56:09.170-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alejandra Coirini'/><title type='text'>Alejandra Coirini Artista Visual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVFaY3O_10I/AAAAAAAAAA8/873h-AR_q6U/s1600-h/ale+fondo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283103221072516930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVFaY3O_10I/AAAAAAAAAA8/873h-AR_q6U/s200/ale+fondo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Alejandra Coirini es una artista visual de Argentina con una trayectoria profesional impresionante. Lo más notable de Alejandra es su fuerza creativa, su energía y el poder que ella posee para transmitir a través de sus obras, la riqueza interior de su pensamiento. Los trabajos de Alejandra siguen una linea de estilo y calidad. Quienes tenemos la fortuna de conocerla, gozamos del privilegio de compartir momentos increibles, con un ser humano con todas las letras, que a pesar de poseer una trayectoria profesional impresionante, no pierde su humildad y sencillez y en estos tiempos esto es mucho. Queda demostrado todo lo dicho en la excelencia de sus trabajos en "Imagenes y letras de Buenos Aires" Jorge Pereyra &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;valinorsindar@hotmail.com&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/7092239270839242775-294567804785845047?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.alecoirini.com.ar' title='Alejandra Coirini Artista Visual'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.alecoirini.com.ar' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/294567804785845047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=294567804785845047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/294567804785845047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/294567804785845047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/alejandra-coirini-artista-visual.html' title='Alejandra Coirini Artista Visual'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVFaY3O_10I/AAAAAAAAAA8/873h-AR_q6U/s72-c/ale+fondo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-5595593326928783090</id><published>2009-02-06T16:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:56:27.002-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Carneiro'/><title type='text'>PABLO CARNEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVJAqGJ9E6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ErWakz3ECCM/s1600-h/Nueva+imagen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283356404810060706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVJAqGJ9E6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ErWakz3ECCM/s200/Nueva+imagen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pablo Carneiro es un escritor argentino nacido en la ciudad de Ramos Mejia, provincia de Buenos Aires Argentina. Escribe desde los diecisiete años y sus narraciones y cuentos han sido publicado por diferentes periódicos y editoriales. En tres oportunidades sus libros fueron presentados en Las Ferias Internacionales del Libro de Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;Una de las cualidades Pablo Carneiro es que, en sus libros incluye a gente de la cultura nacional de Argentina y del exterior para darlos a conocer a través de sus obras. La gente que lee a Pablo se encuentra con un escritor de las calles, se encuentra con escritor misterioso en la búsqueda constante, de los secretos de la vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;pablocarneiroar@hotmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-5595593326928783090?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pablocarneiro.com' title='PABLO CARNEIRO'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.pablocarneiro.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/5595593326928783090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=5595593326928783090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/5595593326928783090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/5595593326928783090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/pablo-carneiro.html' title='PABLO CARNEIRO'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVJAqGJ9E6I/AAAAAAAAABE/ErWakz3ECCM/s72-c/Nueva+imagen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-544326955926379966</id><published>2009-02-05T20:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:34:45.828-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calles solitarias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texto ilustrado'/><title type='text'>CALLES SOLITARIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...Guido cerro casi hasta el cuello, el cierre de su campera, mientras a lo lejos la figura fragil de Marisa se acercaba rápidamente, él la contemplaba extasiado...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...Marisa le brindaba su amor sin preguntas...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...Para Guido, Marisa era su "par" y juntos se hundieron en las solitaries calles de Buenos Aires, hasta perderse en algun lugar lejano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y otra vez, la plaza del Congreso quedó vacia, mientras el perro que escarbaba los ladrillitos miraba un punto lejano y desconocido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otra vez el silencio, otra vez el viento, otra vez las palomas y otra vez un extraño joven se acercaba a la plaza esperando tal vez... a otra Marisa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283094637751120242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVFSlP3tMXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1peHNYyp8_k/s400/Cuadro_01_copia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;fragmento de Calles Solitarias, del libro "Tango",de Pablo Carneiro, ed. de los cuatro vientos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Ilustracion Alejandra Coirini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...Guido closed his jacket zip almost to this neck while far away the fragile figure of Marisa was quickly coming closer. He contemplated her in ectasy...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...Marisa gave her love without questioning...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...To Guido, Marisa was his "peer" and together they sank in the solitary streets of Buenos Aires until they got lost in some place far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And again, the square of Congreso remained empty while the dog which was scratching the little bricks was now watching a far-off and unknown point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again the silence, again the wind, again the doves and again a satrange young man coming closer to the square perhaps waiting for...another Marisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-544326955926379966?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/544326955926379966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=544326955926379966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/544326955926379966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/544326955926379966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2008/12/calles-solitarias.html' title='CALLES SOLITARIAS'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SVFSlP3tMXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1peHNYyp8_k/s72-c/Cuadro_01_copia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-4025723252832644626</id><published>2009-02-05T18:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:41:29.131-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calles solitarias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puerto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SXD57sqIp9I/AAAAAAAAABU/ErXtZlsnO4o/s1600-h/bs.+as..jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciudad mejorada con el tiempo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guardas en tus misteriosas calles, cafés y centros culturales, negocios y oficinas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buenos Aires quien te conoce te ama y quien te visita no te olvida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puerto de aguas tranquilas y barcos viejos, de secretas historias contadas al amigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estas armada con pedazos de barrios de culturas diferentes, con gente luchadora, llena de sueños y esperanzas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te habitan seres extraños que caminan mirando para adentro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delicada perla del sur, de amaneceres bellos y calidas noches de tango...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buenos Aires quien te conoce te ama y quien te visita... no te olvida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292011707989158274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SXEAnDHm6YI/AAAAAAAAABc/nVUVIATQPZA/s320/bs.+as..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escrito por Pablo Carneiro, Cuento perteneciente al libro "Tango"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ilustracion: Alejandra Coirini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acient City enhanced trhoug time,you keep in your mysterious streets, Cafés and cultural centers,stores and offices...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buenos Aires, who knows you, loves you, and who visits you, never forgets you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Port of quiet waters and old ships, of secret stories told to a friend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are inhabitated by strangers who walk looking within themselves...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delicate southern pearl, of beatiful dawns and warm Tango nights...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buenos Aires, who knows you, loves you and who visits you, never forgets you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAMINA EDITADA PARA LA VENTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304920283256047266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZ7c5BU9xqI/AAAAAAAAACg/LdYVFNltZfg/s320/Nueva+imagen.JPG" border="0" /&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/7092239270839242775-4025723252832644626?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/4025723252832644626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=4025723252832644626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/4025723252832644626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/4025723252832644626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2009/01/buenos-aires.html' title='Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SXEAnDHm6YI/AAAAAAAAABc/nVUVIATQPZA/s72-c/bs.+as..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-3719517981481710223</id><published>2009-02-05T16:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:15:06.070-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EL CAFÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lugar místico donde pasa la vida, donde se juntan penas y olvidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Espacio donde dos almas se encuentran para compartir, un exquisito té con limón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;El sitio diferente donde algunos hacen "pinta" orgullosos de su exterior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero los cafés de Buenos Aires son muy distintos, se llenan de filosofías y de cuentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;El café y el tango caminan juntos, y siempre va a ser así, son dos, fundidos en uno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Escuela del existir, donde los viejos y los jóvenes aprenden a equivocarse.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299361394422684002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SYsdHGr7mWI/AAAAAAAAABk/ah8i2qn9U2c/s320/bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El café...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lugar místico donde pasa la vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Escrito por Pablo Carneiro, obra perteneciente al libor "Tango", editorial de los cuatro vientos. Ilustracion: Alejandra Coirini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CAFÉ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mystical place where the life goes by, where sorrow and forgertfulness get toghether...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Space where two souls meet to share,an exquisite lemon tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The different site where some people boast, proud of their exterior...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the Cafes of Buenos Aires are very different,they are full of philosop`hy and stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Café and the Tango walk together, an always it's going to be like thet, they are two, merged in one...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;School of the existence, where the old people and the young ones, learn to make mistakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cafés...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mystical place where the life goes by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAMINA EDITADA PARA LA VENTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306413110003836962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SaQqm-VBKCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Sti_E0dYvng/s320/Nueva+imagen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-3719517981481710223?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/3719517981481710223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=3719517981481710223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/3719517981481710223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/3719517981481710223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-cafe.html' title='EL CAFÉ'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SYsdHGr7mWI/AAAAAAAAABk/ah8i2qn9U2c/s72-c/bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-6092401331476858762</id><published>2009-02-05T13:55:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:50:27.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>El Bandondeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZRJvJAymOI/AAAAAAAAABs/guB-oxgWV5Y/s1600-h/IMG_0986.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301943735543830754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZRJvJAymOI/AAAAAAAAABs/guB-oxgWV5Y/s320/IMG_0986.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El hombre dejó el hotel y comenzó a caminar por la calle Florida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alejado por algunos momentos de sus negocios observaba las curiosidades de Buenos Aires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;En la noche mágica de la misteriosa ciudad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Él, trataba de guardar en sus recuerdos las imágenes, que la famosa calle porteña derramaba generosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;...Y a lo lejos, debajo de un farol olvidado por el tiempo...sonaba la música nostálgica de un bandoneón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Como en la letra de tango...el extranjero se prometió algún día...volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Escrito por Pablo Carneiro, pertenece al libro "tango", Ilustracion Alejandra Coirini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Bandoneon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The man left the hotel and he started to walk on Florida street...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Away for some moments from his businesses.he looked at Buenos Aires street spilled generously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Far away from there,under street lamp,forgotten by the time... it sounded the nostalgic music of a bandoneon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As in the letter of a tango... the foreigner promised himself that some day... he will come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LAMINA EDITADA PARA LA VENTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323457470510250610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SeC4XVKpunI/AAAAAAAAAJU/0D4eBGUSkes/s320/Cuadro+6+baja+res.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7092239270839242775-6092401331476858762?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://artecolor.ning.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/6092401331476858762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=6092401331476858762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/6092401331476858762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/6092401331476858762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-bandondeon.html' title='El Bandondeon'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZRJvJAymOI/AAAAAAAAABs/guB-oxgWV5Y/s72-c/IMG_0986.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7092239270839242775.post-221530495327650379</id><published>2009-02-05T13:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:32:06.272-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA CHICA DE LLUVIA'/><title type='text'>LA CHICA DE LA LLUVIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/Sd4nxZwHDNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eu7sxG-qBLU/s1600-h/la-chica-de-la-lluvia-grab-.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322735539278253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/Sd4nxZwHDNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eu7sxG-qBLU/s320/la-chica-de-la-lluvia-grab-.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;(...)Parecía&lt;/span&gt; mentira,la lluvia mojaba toda la ciudad, Juan caminaba rápido buscando algún refugio que lo protegiera del increíble tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El agua lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invadía&lt;/span&gt; todo, las gotas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caían&lt;/span&gt; de todos los balcones y el paraguas de Juan sucumbió ante los embates del viento. Él noto de pronto que algunas baldosas de aquella vereda estaban "flojas" y rogaba que no pasara lo que finalmente paso. Al pisar en una de ellas, el agua salio disparada hacia arriba y salpicó con gruesas gotas de barro,todo su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pantalón&lt;/span&gt; gris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Uuuuffff&lt;/span&gt;!- dijo fastidiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragmento del Libro "Tango", escrito por Pablo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carneiro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ilustración&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Alejandra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Coirini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325698806235244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/Seiu2PZfpeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/s83I-VUF8z4/s320/Cuadro+5+baja+res.jpg" border="0" /&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/7092239270839242775-221530495327650379?l=narrativailustrada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/feeds/221530495327650379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7092239270839242775&amp;postID=221530495327650379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/221530495327650379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7092239270839242775/posts/default/221530495327650379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://narrativailustrada.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-chica-de-la-lluvia.html' title='LA CHICA DE LA LLUVIA'/><author><name>Imagenes y Letras de Buenos Aires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498711272025263512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/SZbk3DcIAXI/AAAAAAAAACA/bfxmSAaU2G0/S220/foto1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RBJhvd1U0KE/Sd4nxZwHDNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eu7sxG-qBLU/s72-c/la-chica-de-la-lluvia-grab-.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
