<?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-37003651</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BC Arte</title><subtitle type='html'>"El mundo es su propia magia"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcarte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37003651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcarte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baulán Cristián</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/TJ00ojroQfI/AAAAAAAACvg/w66tArval8k/S220/19868_2281400113579_1206111387_100217485_5463651_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37003651.post-116247246420042276</id><published>2006-11-02T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T07:08:50.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/Vientos%20del%20Sur.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/Vientos%20del%20Sur.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/Frase%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/Frase%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%202-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%202-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arde en tus ojos un misterio virgen&lt;br /&gt;esquiva y compañera.&lt;br /&gt;No sé si es odio o es amor&lt;br /&gt;la lumbre inagotable de tu aljaba negra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANTONIO MACHADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%209%3A1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%209%3A1.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%201-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%201-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte, el hombre no es&lt;br /&gt;casi nunca un ser razonable,&lt;br /&gt;y por eso la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;renace una y otro vez&lt;br /&gt;en medio de las calamidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERNESTO SÁBATO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%208%3A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%208%3A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos transitan&lt;br /&gt;la verdad que tus palabras callan.&lt;br /&gt;Silba el viento su canción eterna&lt;br /&gt;y un beso se te escapa&lt;br /&gt;inundándome el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6gWjDuN2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z2-EYkChttw/s1600-h/DSC00585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043644941929953122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6gWjDuN2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z2-EYkChttw/s400/DSC00585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6goTDuN3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/_aRnWd62_Q8/s1600-h/DSC00591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043645246872631154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6goTDuN3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/_aRnWd62_Q8/s400/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%203%3A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%203%3A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las flores se deshojan aunque las amemos,&lt;br /&gt;las malas hierbas crecen&lt;br /&gt;aunque las aborrescamos, es así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DÔGÉN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6cJzDuN0I/AAAAAAAAAck/oZGobMMv-LU/s1600-h/DSC00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043640324840109890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6cJzDuN0I/AAAAAAAAAck/oZGobMMv-LU/s400/DSC00594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/10%3A1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/10%3A1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6cdTDuN1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/-f5y8cfnfcs/s1600-h/DSC00593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043640659847558994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6cdTDuN1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/-f5y8cfnfcs/s400/DSC00593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me perturba la idea de estar condenado a existir&lt;br /&gt;bajo ese ciclo indefinido, sin saber por qué ni para qué.&lt;br /&gt;No existe principio ni final en las cosas que nos rodean.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo esa certeza morbosa, un instante transitorio,&lt;br /&gt;la complicidad de los objetos,&lt;br /&gt;y su inmortalidad que nos traiciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/RpOSKmldmDI/AAAAAAAAAno/sMONtzv34rQ/s1600-h/DSC00793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085569115085445170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/RpOSKmldmDI/AAAAAAAAAno/sMONtzv34rQ/s400/DSC00793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%204%3A1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%204%3A1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%206%3A1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%206%3A1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueños mutilados&lt;br /&gt;por el filo del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrices de un ritmo&lt;br /&gt;ajeno al fuego de las almas.&lt;br /&gt;Y el ritual de la vida&lt;br /&gt;que insiste a cada paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%207%3A1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%207%3A1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/13%3A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/13%3A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La espesa noche inagotable&lt;br /&gt;vuelve sobre el bostezo frío&lt;br /&gt;de un recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;La mordida de tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi soledad hace huella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/%205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/%205-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…te ceñiste al dolor, te agarraste al deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Todo en tí fue naufragio…&lt;br /&gt;…y nos mordimos, como el fuego muerde&lt;br /&gt;dejándonos heridas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERUDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/12%3A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/12%3A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/11%3A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/11%3A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/1600/Frase%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5611/4147/400/Frase%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37003651-116247246420042276?l=bcarte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bcarte.blogspot.com/feeds/116247246420042276/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37003651&amp;postID=116247246420042276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37003651/posts/default/116247246420042276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37003651/posts/default/116247246420042276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bcarte.blogspot.com/2006/11/arde-en-tus-ojos-un-misterio-virgen.html' title=''/><author><name>Baulán Cristián</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/TJ00ojroQfI/AAAAAAAACvg/w66tArval8k/S220/19868_2281400113579_1206111387_100217485_5463651_n%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TY7HT0nJ5vg/Rf6gWjDuN2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Z2-EYkChttw/s72-c/DSC00585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
