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Agustín Martínez Salinas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-6467248280560005498</id><published>2008-09-11T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:04:33.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Yantras o Mandalas han de ser diseñados de preferencia desde un estado de armonía espiritual'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SMjs1-bb7BI/AAAAAAAAADM/5Ps-1X27B4s/s1600-h/yantraS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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es meditar con la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;técnica&lt;/span&gt; individual de cada quien, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;contemplándolos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Su función es auspiciar que el individuo que los contempla alcance su propio centro espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;El termino estar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AUTO CENTRADO&lt;/span&gt; tiene que ver con esta realización espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Quien encuentra su centro esta equilibrado, y tal equilibrio, le brinda:&lt;br /&gt;ECUANIMIDAD.&lt;br /&gt;PAZ INTERNA.&lt;br /&gt;CONTENTO.&lt;br /&gt;EL SER AMOROSO Y AFECTIVO DE MANERA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ESPONTÁNEA&lt;/span&gt; Y SIN ESFUERZO.&lt;br /&gt;COMPRENSIÓN.&lt;br /&gt;TOLERANCIA.&lt;br /&gt;EXPANSIÓN ESPIRITUAL.&lt;br /&gt;QUE SURJA LA SABIDURÍA DEL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ESPÍRITU&lt;/span&gt;, QUE ES INFINITA.&lt;br /&gt;ACTUAR CON NATURALIDAD Y ESPONTANEIDAD EN EL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AQUÍ&lt;/span&gt; Y AHORA PERMANENTEMENTE.&lt;br /&gt;ANHELO POR LA MEDITACIÓN.&lt;br /&gt;y mas cualidades espirituales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-2308815528370337880?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/2308815528370337880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=2308815528370337880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/2308815528370337880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/2308815528370337880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-funcin-de-los-mandalas-es-meditar.html' title=''/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-8892887325448946510</id><published>2008-09-11T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T02:50:20.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Yantras tambien se llaman Mandalas'/><title type='text'>Obra reciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SMjpdQ5SsMI/AAAAAAAAADE/_z0EoNgLzng/s1600-h/yantraSW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De todos los pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fui testigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todos los hube cometido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me apena Señor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mas aun, porque con ellos te ofendí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y no obstante, me perdonas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues tu gracia no tiene continente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y con tu gracia abonas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que no deba ofenderte, nunca mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Al menos eso quiero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y que ese querer sea tu sentencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pues se apura ya en mi, esta impaciencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de ver al fin, tu graciosa presencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aquella apenas presentida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por la que doy la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-4478234105327026217?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/4478234105327026217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=4478234105327026217' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/4478234105327026217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/4478234105327026217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/05/solo-por-verte.html' title='Solo por verte'/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-8015098069653574096</id><published>2008-05-21T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:59:32.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre el zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El Sutra Maja Prajna Paramita es considerado  el sutra principal del zen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maha quiere decir grande (muy grande, tan grande como lo infinito) el espiritu puede desarrollar su potencial de infinitud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prajna quiere decir sabiduría. La sabiduría del espíritu, cuando este alcanza su máxima expresión.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paramita, quiere decir la otra orilla, la del espíritu, siendo esta orilla el mundo de los fenómenos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si nos desapegamos de ego, mente y sentidos, podremos alcanzar la otra orilla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nos resulten cada vez mas extraños, como ajenos, ego mente y sentidos, sentimientos, pensamientos, emociones, pasiones y deseos, es decir no hacerles caso, esto se logra con la meditación zen, que tiene que ver con no intentar pensar nada, y dejar pasar los pensamientos que vallan surgiendo, sin atenderlos y dejándolos desaparecer como pasan las nubes, esta meditación nos llevará a que esta misma actitud hacia la mente, se asuma permanentemente durante el día entero y aun dormidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El actuar permanentemente en el aquí y ahora es otra estrategia, adicional y claro el dharma (la ética de amor, a todo lo existente)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-8015098069653574096?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/8015098069653574096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=8015098069653574096' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SBVXGnv5XVI/AAAAAAAAACU/l4hi35TWo1c/s1600-h/crepusculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SBVXGnv5XVI/AAAAAAAAACU/l4hi35TWo1c/s320/crepusculo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194153516502441298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Los deseos le dan vida a la mente y al ego&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;elementos humanos que nos apegan al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;universo fenoménico, retrasando la plena &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;emergencia del espíritu, en nuestra vida cotidiana,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;lo cual equivaldría a alcanzar el nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-7297397703121923967?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/7297397703121923967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=7297397703121923967' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/7297397703121923967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/7297397703121923967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/04/los-deseos-le-dan-vida-la-mente-y-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SBVXGnv5XVI/AAAAAAAAACU/l4hi35TWo1c/s72-c/crepusculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-5683150870001021486</id><published>2008-03-23T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:23.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MÚSICA POPULAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-bHHCEcN_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GazsOgKwgeg/s1600-h/CHAMUCO+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-bHHCEcN_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GazsOgKwgeg/s320/CHAMUCO+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181047344964843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;El Huapango Arribeño, se canta en San Luis Potosí, Guanajuato y Queretaro, principalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Son sones acompañados de violín y Guitarra.&lt;br /&gt;Existen las Topadas, y Las Divinas.&lt;br /&gt;En fiestas en la plaza de la población, se reunen los poetas y sus músicos, frente un tablado, en donde espontáneamente las mujeres y los hombres se suben a zapatear al ritmo de la música.&lt;br /&gt;Ya entrada la noche, empiezan las topadas, que son confrontaciones poéticas en donde el mas ingenioso resulta triunfador.&lt;br /&gt;Esa tradición posee el peligro a desaparecer, por lo que hay poetas que desinteresadamente ahora se dedican a formar jóvenes, para que la tradición no desaparezca.&lt;br /&gt;En Queretaro tan solo queda un poeta Don Lupe Reyes, y cuando él muera, ahi la tradición habrá desaparecido.&lt;br /&gt;Ejem:&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me subo a mi mula,&lt;br /&gt;como me acuerdo de usté,&lt;br /&gt;como me acuerdo de usté,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me subo a mi mula.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mula está rete chula,&lt;br /&gt;no tiene comparación,&lt;br /&gt;no tiene comparación, mi mula esta rete chula.&lt;br /&gt;lo chulo de mi mulita, no es  que me hace recordarle,&lt;br /&gt;no es que me hace recordarle, lo chulo de mi mulita,&lt;br /&gt;solo me acuerdo de usté como dice mi canción,&lt;br /&gt;cuando mi mula se atora como verso muy simplón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-5683150870001021486?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/5683150870001021486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=5683150870001021486' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/5683150870001021486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/5683150870001021486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/msica-popular.html' title='MÚSICA POPULAR'/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-bHHCEcN_I/AAAAAAAAACE/GazsOgKwgeg/s72-c/CHAMUCO+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-4432808566971752456</id><published>2008-03-23T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:23.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CORRIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-a6SSEcN-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZpkQnHYEeos/s1600-h/arq3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-a6SSEcN-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZpkQnHYEeos/s320/arq3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181033244587210722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Para ganar votos chicanos hasta cantan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unos corridos esos gringos, ¡Como no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Les falta echarse unos tacos de nopales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Y el empinarse un rico tlachicotón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unas memelas y unos tacos de suadero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Un mole de olla y unas gordas al fogón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Comerse vivos unos sabrosos jumiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Para creer su mexicana vocación.&lt;/span&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/3836491125260801120-4432808566971752456?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/4432808566971752456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=4432808566971752456' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/4432808566971752456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/4432808566971752456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/corrido.html' title='CORRIDO'/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-a6SSEcN-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZpkQnHYEeos/s72-c/arq3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-6320374109620194800</id><published>2008-03-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:24.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-Ww7yEcN9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eHT_6pZYhwo/s1600-h/cuadro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-Ww7yEcN9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eHT_6pZYhwo/s320/cuadro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180741487458793426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mandoki estudio artes plásticas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sociología,y antropología, hasta que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;descubrió que todo eso lo abarca el cine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Así que se hizo cineasta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaby Brimer, Quien es el señor López,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pasión Otoñal y Voces Inocentes, han sido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sus películas mas vistas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;México le cerró las puertas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hollywood se las abrió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-6320374109620194800?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/6320374109620194800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=6320374109620194800' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/6320374109620194800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/6320374109620194800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/cine.html' title='CINE'/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-Ww7yEcN9I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eHT_6pZYhwo/s72-c/cuadro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-4360222312993130157</id><published>2008-03-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:00:50.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Un Santo cuando niño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;se preguntaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;¿De donde saldrán las palabras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nadie se hace tal pregunta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ni de niño,de adulto o en la vejez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cuando son cada vez menos las palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-4360222312993130157?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/4360222312993130157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=4360222312993130157' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Al jazz no siempre se le entiende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Trataré de decir el porque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Desde una visión mas o menos ortodoxa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; el Jazz está construido de dos partes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Una que consiste en el tema melódico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y una segunda parte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; consistente en inprovizaciones alrededor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;del tema melódico del que arriba hablo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas allá está también el free Jazz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Que tal vez trasciende aun esta estructura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;antes mencionada, de ahí su termino free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Si el Jazz aun estructurado con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; convenciones musicales tonales, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a mucha gente le resulta difícil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;imaginemos que pasa con el free jazz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Lo que subyace en esta incomprensión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;es una proyección psicológica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;La música popular convencional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;esta construida con figuras melódicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;claras y sin lo que se antojarían deformaciones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; que serían las improvisaciones jazzisticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;así entonces facilmente asimilable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;sin embargo todo aquello que simbolice LIBERTAD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;como sería la improvisación, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a quien en su fuero interno no se siente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;con derecho a la libertad, el jazz le recuerda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;que su posición ante la libertad no le es muy conveniente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;son personas auto adecuados a ver la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;desde dogmas o desde formulas convencionales,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;así todo lo que atente contra lo dogmático, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;o contra la visión convencional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;de la vida mediante formulas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;les hace circo en su sistema conceptual,&lt;br /&gt;por lo que lo rechaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cosas como el jazz, la música dodecafonica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;el arte conceptual, el arte abstracto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;y todo lo que implique innovación, le causa molestias.&lt;br /&gt; En su fuero interno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;se están diciendo, así estoy bien, para que renovarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-8818341713674339257?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/8818341713674339257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=8818341713674339257' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/8818341713674339257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/8818341713674339257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/al-jazz-no-siempre-se-le-entiende.html' title=''/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-8782484829180989047</id><published>2008-03-21T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:24.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-QvzSEcN7I/AAAAAAAAABk/EjVryIAfhY4/s1600-h/circuil+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-QvzSEcN7I/AAAAAAAAABk/EjVryIAfhY4/s320/circuil+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180318029453211570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya es Primavera.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un gato desde la ventana, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maulla lastimero a mis gatitas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aca en el interior, ellas se asoman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por debajo de la puerta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;las coquetas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;El Sol pinta de dorado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;el muro del vecino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un perro ladra de vez en cuando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y a mi de vez en cuando&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se me ocurre escribir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escribo sobre lo que sea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;es una fiebre estas ganas por la escritura.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Es como la ganas por el sexo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que hoy prefiero inhibir, por mera castidad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Es como las ganas de tomar café,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que voy ahorita a preparar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Es también como estas ganas, a veces a desgano de vivir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿Que es esto de vivir?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;verdadero misterio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tanto como las ganas de escribir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-8782484829180989047?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/8782484829180989047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=8782484829180989047' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/8782484829180989047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/8782484829180989047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/ya-es-primavera.html' title=''/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-QvzSEcN7I/AAAAAAAAABk/EjVryIAfhY4/s72-c/circuil+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-2861790002289457781</id><published>2008-03-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:24.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De Octavio Paz, LIBERTAD BAJO PALABRA (frajmento)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-NXWyEcN6I/AAAAAAAAABc/_iLC_p0611I/s1600-h/coatlicue+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-NXWyEcN6I/AAAAAAAAABc/_iLC_p0611I/s320/coatlicue+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180080045315340194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960&lt;br /&gt;Lección de cosas.&lt;br /&gt;1.- ANIMACIÓN&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el librero, entre un músico, Tang&lt;br /&gt;y un jarro de Oaxaca, incandescente y vivaz,&lt;br /&gt;con chispiantes ojos de papel de plata,&lt;br /&gt;nos mira ir y venir,&lt;br /&gt;la pequeña calabera de azucar.&lt;br /&gt;2.-MASCARA DE TLALOC GRABADA&lt;br /&gt;EN CUARZO TRASPARENTE.&lt;br /&gt;Aguas petrificadas.&lt;br /&gt;El viejo Tlaloc, duerme dentro,&lt;br /&gt;soñando temporales.&lt;br /&gt;3.- LO MISMO&lt;br /&gt;Tocado por la luz&lt;br /&gt;el cuarzo ya es cascada&lt;br /&gt;Sobre sus aguas flota, niño, el dios.&lt;br /&gt;4.- DIOS QUE SURGE DE UNA ORQUÍDEA DE BARRO.&lt;br /&gt;Entre los pétalos de arcilla&lt;br /&gt;nace, sonriente,&lt;br /&gt;la flor humana.&lt;br /&gt;5.- DIOS OLMECA.&lt;br /&gt;Los cuatro puntos cardinales&lt;br /&gt;regresan a tu ombligo.&lt;br /&gt;En tu vientre golpea el dia, armado.&lt;br /&gt;6.- CALENDARIO.&lt;br /&gt;Contra el agua, dias de fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Contra el fuego, dias de agua.&lt;br /&gt;7.- XOCHIPILLI.&lt;br /&gt;En el árbol del dia&lt;br /&gt;cuelgan frutos de jade,&lt;br /&gt;fuego y sangre en la noche.&lt;br /&gt;8.-CRUZ CON SOL Y LUNA PINTADOS.&lt;br /&gt;Entre los brazos de esta cruz&lt;br /&gt;anidaron dos pajaros:&lt;br /&gt;Adan, sol, y Eva, luna.&lt;br /&gt;9.- NIÑO Y TROMPO.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que lo lanza&lt;br /&gt;cae, justo,&lt;br /&gt;en el centro del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;10.- OBJETOS.&lt;br /&gt;Viven a nuestro lado,&lt;br /&gt;los ignoramos, nos ignoran.&lt;br /&gt;Alguna vez conversan con nosotros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-2861790002289457781?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-NXWyEcN6I/AAAAAAAAABc/_iLC_p0611I/s72-c/coatlicue+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-2469241654834671915</id><published>2008-03-20T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:24.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rico mundo el de los sueños.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-NNViEcN5I/AAAAAAAAABU/FORaxdrSKVs/s1600-h/cajas+3TT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-NNViEcN5I/AAAAAAAAABU/FORaxdrSKVs/s320/cajas+3TT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180069028724225938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ciudades, pueblos, callejones, jardines,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; frondas y vecindades, se obstinan en mis sueños.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahí me voy de vez en vez a refugiarme.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Abro puertas, subo por escaleras,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;corro a alcanzar un metro que corre varios pisos abajo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bajo las escaleras apresuradamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pero curiosamente, nunca he tomado el metro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Solamente camino por ahí, como paseando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por muy diversos ámbitos camino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conozco (se supone) provincias y transportes(camiones foráneos)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;en los que si viajo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conozco personas, que ahí me son muy familiares.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Otro mundo muy rico de substancias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;es aquel de mis sueños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-2469241654834671915?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/2469241654834671915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=2469241654834671915' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-1406708402714947375</id><published>2008-03-20T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:24.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IZLSEcN4I/AAAAAAAAABM/zEkH3p7dAi8/s1600-h/chat+prehispanico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IZLSEcN4I/AAAAAAAAABM/zEkH3p7dAi8/s320/chat+prehispanico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179730203049211778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cuando dices te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;según Freud, en realidad dices&lt;br /&gt;yo a mi me quiero mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Así también, me quiero mucho yo.&lt;br /&gt;Y así es, como también&lt;br /&gt;yo a ti he de quererte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-1406708402714947375?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/1406708402714947375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=1406708402714947375' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/1406708402714947375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/1406708402714947375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/cuando-dices-te-quiero-segn-freud-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IZLSEcN4I/AAAAAAAAABM/zEkH3p7dAi8/s72-c/chat+prehispanico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-4021742100626755012</id><published>2008-03-20T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:25.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A que esta vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IRNiEcN2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PIKv4kHM-1k/s1600-h/desnudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IRNiEcN2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PIKv4kHM-1k/s320/desnudo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179721445610895202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IRNyEcN3I/AAAAAAAAABE/HSWdFEvUG2M/s1600-h/amo+a+lucia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IRNyEcN3I/AAAAAAAAABE/HSWdFEvUG2M/s320/amo+a+lucia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179721449905862514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/gl.photo.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todo en la vida resulta sorpresivo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La vida, una gran broma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos trae como perro en el viaducto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿Sera tan solo para carcajearse de nosotros?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿Solo por no aburrirse?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquí, tus marionetas, vida mía,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nomas para servirte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-4021742100626755012?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IRNiEcN2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/PIKv4kHM-1k/s72-c/desnudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-3611770733200181908</id><published>2008-03-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:25.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintame angelitos,Joplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IKISEcN1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FXWDVDom474/s1600-h/angel2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IKISEcN1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FXWDVDom474/s320/angel2A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179713658835187538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pintar con los colores del virtual arco iris.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;por pares de dos en dos complementarios.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(que lata, no me puedo sacudir lo didáctico)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;En tanto, la Janis Joplin, pinta con su canto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You dont know what is love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You dont know what is love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To love some body&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To love some body&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just the way I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-3611770733200181908?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/3611770733200181908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=3611770733200181908' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/3611770733200181908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/3611770733200181908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/pintame-angelitosjoplin.html' title='Pintame angelitos,Joplin'/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/R-IKISEcN1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/FXWDVDom474/s72-c/angel2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-3121414243374504067</id><published>2008-03-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:10:23.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Se ha dicho tanto del poema&lt;br /&gt;Y todo lo dicho, para nada le sirve.&lt;br /&gt;El poema se ríe de tanto bla, bla, bla.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, como dice el poema&lt;br /&gt;¿quien me leerá de a devis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-3121414243374504067?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/3121414243374504067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=3121414243374504067' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/3121414243374504067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/3121414243374504067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/2008/03/se-ha-dicho-tanto-del-poema-y-todo-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Agustín Martínez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08459448478710631341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-2583308867087610909</id><published>2008-03-17T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:24:08.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VINCULO ENTRE SER Y SUPER SER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El SER, o  espiritu,( como se le quiera llamar) al ser de la mismisima esencia de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El SUPER SER, Dios, La Infinitud o El Uno,(como se le quiera llamar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Como una consecuencia natural, no descansará, Hasta que no alcance un pleno vinculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;con aquello de lo que es esencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El AUM es el medio para lograr tal vinculo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Una vez alcanzado tal vinculo, al SER se le denomina ATMAN, la ultérrima meta del vedantísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Con respecto a esto el Maestro Kirpal Singh Ji decía:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dios mas deseos es el hombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El hombre menos deseos es Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-2583308867087610909?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_z_nKxEYPWfA/SKPscWUkgBI/AAAAAAAAACk/EeGwxbY28-g/s1600-R/agus%2B2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3836491125260801120.post-8511181638198174880</id><published>2008-03-17T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:00:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradígma de lo Estético</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;El maximo desarrollo integral, tanto en lo individual como en lo social, con la meta de la maxima calidad de vida posible.&lt;br /&gt;Desarrollo integral, implicaría:&lt;br /&gt;Desarrollo del ser individual.&lt;br /&gt;Desarrollo del ser social y&lt;br /&gt;Desarrollo de la aptitudes innatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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en los individuos LA ASPIRACIÓN HACIA LO UNIVERSAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tal aspiración en la medida en que se vuelve abasalladóra, genera en el artista la inconformidád, con todo lo que le aleja de lo Universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3836491125260801120-4095721078470976183?l=arteams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arteams.blogspot.com/feeds/4095721078470976183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3836491125260801120&amp;postID=4095721078470976183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3836491125260801120/posts/default/4095721078470976183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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