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Año 2013. \n\n\n\nNunca he sabido qué historias contar. Hace casi veinte años, porque ya de todo pronto hará veinte años, le escribí a Jandro sobre la necesidad de crear. Sobre las limitaciones, sobre las excusas. Hubo una vez una mujer que le regaló su mejor canción a un amigo. 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Y diré que mucho de lo que escribo, le debe cientos de correos (y sí, son cientos), debates, encuentros, desencuentros y opiniones confrontadas, maneras de lectura y discusiones de las que me gustan a la relación que mantengo con este señor.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMe lo encontré por Twitter (gracias, Twitter), o nos encontramos, yo qué sé. 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No voy a tenerlos. No se me dan bien, no sé hablar con los niños y se me olvidó cómo jugar cuando tenía cuatro años o así. Hace doce, cogí en brazos a mi primera sobrina. No es sobrina carnal, pero su padre era mi hermano. Se llama Miriam. Ahora, cuando me imagino en Nueva York, la veo a mi lado. La primera vez que me dio la mano para bajar las escaleras, lloré. 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O tu\nvoz. O tus manos. O tu risa. O el color de tus ojos, la manera de cocinar unos\nspaguetti en el cuarto de atrás o de hacer café o de pedirme que me levantara\nyo aunque estuviéramos en tu casa. Quizá algún día no pueda evocar tu olor. No\ntengo la más remota idea. Lo que sé es que, una vez al año, una vez cada año y\nmedio, me descubro "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/9217981964327697006\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=9217981964327697006\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/9217981964327697006"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/9217981964327697006"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/11\/diez-anos.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EDiez años\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8982151385542159504"},"published":{"$t":"2013-11-07T11:43:00.002+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-11-07T11:44:46.303+01:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jero"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"m0ntaraz"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Neno"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rubén"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Suicidios"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Me suicidé por primera vez a los 25. No lo busqué. No lo busqué, no lo \nplaneé, tuve más frío del que he sentido jamás, descubrí todas las maneras en \nlas que podía actuar como un animal herido que solo busca un refugio calentito \npero quiere matarlo todo y quiere matarse a sí. Cuando camino por algunos \nlugares de Madrid, de vez en cuando, durante algún minuto de esos días caóticos, \nde repente,"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8982151385542159504\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8982151385542159504\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8982151385542159504"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8982151385542159504"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/11\/suicidios.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ESuicidios\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7108802973808858972"},"published":{"$t":"2013-09-28T09:08:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-09-28T09:08:10.994+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cómics"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Emmanuel Guibert"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"La infancia de Alan"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"La infancia de Alan"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nHace\ndos meses, visité la casa que había sido mi hogar durante los primeros 13 años\nde mi vida. 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La volví a mirar.\nEl edificio era el mismo, la misma pintura blanca en la azotea, el mismo color\nverdoso y gris.\n\n\n\n\n\nÉsa\nno era mi casa.\n\n\n\nEn\neste libro hay una "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7108802973808858972\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7108802973808858972\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7108802973808858972"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7108802973808858972"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/09\/la-infancia-de-alan.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa infancia de 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se encuentra con la inesperada -al menos, para mí- y mareante -me quedo sin sacar la cámara y con la boca abierta al menos diez minutos, incrédula del todo- Capilla de los Españoles.\n\n\n\nClaustro\n\n\n\n\n\n\nExaltación de la orden "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5089515700478755644\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5089515700478755644\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 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También hay un milagro de San Juan Bautista que desconozco -tengo que volver, sí, a leer la Biblia-: la resurrección de Drusiana.\n\n\n\nPesebre de Botticelli\n\n\n\nCoronación de la Virgen, de Andrea di Bonaiuto\n\n\n\nPúlpito de "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/14808791936121320\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=14808791936121320\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/14808791936121320"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/14808791936121320"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/08\/strozzi-y-boticcelli.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EStrozzi y Botticelli\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4131110384415444468"},"published":{"$t":"2013-08-18T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-08-18T07:00:02.642+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"La capilla mayor de Santa Maria Novella"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nLa capilla Mayor, que es una bestialidad ante la que podrías morir, se le encargó a Domenico Ghirlandaio en septiembre de 1485. Con contrato y todo: el contrato se conserva. Lo firmó con el banquero Giovanni Tornabuoni. 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La Capilla Strozzi de Mantua se le encargó a Andrea di Cione, llamado Orcagna, y a su hermano Nardo. El retablo es de Andrea; los frescos son de su hermano pequeño. En la pared principal está el Juicio Final y, en las laterales, hay motivos inspirados en La Divina Comedia.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nNardo era muy imaginativo y pinta los rostros "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1397809923861750836\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1397809923861750836\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1397809923861750836"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1397809923861750836"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/08\/nardo-y-andrea.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ENardo y Andrea\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2836064979939408865"},"published":{"$t":"2013-08-09T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-08-09T07:00:04.108+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Santa Maria Novella"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n4 de marzo de 2013.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nMe voy a tomar una Coca-Cola Light a 5 euros el vaso, lo mismo que he pagado por entrar en Santa Maria Novella. Estoy en la plaza. Precio turístico, que no me importa. Necesito un descanso después de tres horas caminando por esa iglesia. El Gorilla Pod vuelve a ser de gran ayuda... hasta que se me ocurre sentarme en un escaloncito y una de las vigilantes me pide que "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2836064979939408865\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2836064979939408865\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2836064979939408865"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2836064979939408865"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/08\/santa-maria-novella.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ESanta Maria Novella\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1588794645956272425"},"published":{"$t":"2013-08-05T14:18:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-08-05T15:41:05.565+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jamie Cullum"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Música"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Jamie Cullum"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\nSiempre he querido ver a este señor. Siempre he querido ver a este señor y a Tom Waits. Y a nadie más. Bueno, sí. Una reunión del rat pack en sus mejores tiempos o a Billie Holiday envuelta en una boa de marabú con la voz llorando mientras me tomo una copa de bourbon (no sé por qué me lo imagino así: yo nunca he bebido bourbon).\n\nSiempre he querido ver a este señor y Málaga es el hogar de dos "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1588794645956272425\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1588794645956272425\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1588794645956272425"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1588794645956272425"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/08\/jamie-cullum.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EJamie Cullum\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-5ASJHqAyK8o\/Uf-QUgdYa2I\/AAAAAAAAIxk\/7XgFVcR7mjk\/s72-c\/Jamie-Cullum-enloquece-Marbella_EDIIMA20130728_0018_4.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5082839773049678532"},"published":{"$t":"2013-07-26T19:12:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-26T19:16:34.118+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Javier Leoni"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Teatro"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Javier Leoni"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nJavier Leoni. La imagen la colgó La Nave del Duende en su Facebook.\n\n\n\nEste señor de ahí arriba me daba, cuando me veía, un beso en los morros y luego me acariciaba la barbilla, como solo sabe hacerlo un padre. Le conocí cuando comencé a ocuparme de cultura: hace siete años de eso y en la agenda aún me faltan cientos y cientos de teléfonos, pero Javier Leoni era... 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Con el Anfitrión (Hércules, su hermano Ificles, Júpiter engañando a esa esposa abnegada). Euristeo, el primo cobarde al que hacen nacer antes para que reine en Micenas. Yolao. Hera, que amaba a Zeus y a la que él engaña para que amamante al que al final es hijo de otra y así nace la Vía Láctea. 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La hice con el móvil, sí.\n\n\nConozco ese teatro como la palma de la mano y siempre me asombra estar allí. Si la obra es una mierda, me dedico a ver las columnas. Una está mal colocada. Al final, entrar por primera vez cuando comienza el Festival de Mérida al ensayo general, al primer ensayo general, se ha transformado en un rito. 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Lo ha \ncontado Jordi Petit muchas veces. Ha contado el proceso por el que, del miedo, \nse pasó a las carrozas coloridas. 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Yo estuve allí. Fui allí sin tener mitificada la ciudad, porque yo mitifico muy pocas cosas (amo muchas, ciertamente) y porque, además, mi memoria visual está ligada a mi memoria orgánica. Ahora, veo una película y reconozco un edificio de la calle 37 y me reconozco también y reconozco a la yo que fui allí.\n\n\n\nHoy he leído"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4787576945116935073\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4787576945116935073\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4787576945116935073"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4787576945116935073"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/06\/la-utopia.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa utopía\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8494349413547410499"},"published":{"$t":"2013-06-21T00:06:00.002+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-14T23:50:50.540+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cómics"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Fantagraphics"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Kim Thompson"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Periodismo"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Kim Thompson"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\nMy heart just can't take this. Sorry to be emo, but fuck you cancer, fuck you fuck you fuck you\n\n\nJanice Headley.\n\n\n\nKim Thompson por Michael Netzer.\n\n\n\n\nSe murió Kim Thompson. El mecánico, decían. Me lo ha recordado hoy El Tío Berni, Alberto, que es del grupo de personas que conocí en Twitter hace ya ni sé. 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La primera vez que le dije te quiero fue durante una bronca. La primera vez que me lo dijo él a mí ocurría algo parecido. Hace unos meses, en septiembre de 2012, yo, que conozco el miedo mejor de lo que conozco cualquier otra cosa, andaba envuelta en pánico, el pánico más atávico, "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1563753770188989491\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1563753770188989491\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1563753770188989491"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1563753770188989491"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/06\/40.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003E40\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5428071234536281032"},"published":{"$t":"2013-06-12T21:37:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-14T23:58:20.809+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Basilio Sánchez"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"José Manuel Díez"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Miguel Ángel Lama"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Palabras"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Poesía"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Poesía"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nFui a Florencia pensando en que Rilke había estado allí antes que yo, decidiendo cuál iba a ser su futuro, intentando mirar como él miró al Perseo de Cellini, teniendo miedo de mis propias respuestas después de un abandono. Esta tarde he estado hablando de poesía. 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Siempre habrá personas, en la misma redacción, en cualquiera de las redacciones en las que puedas trabajar, que cuestionen cuál es tu concepto de eso tan amplio que se llama \"cultura\": por qué no incluyes gastronomía, moda o toros. Por qué quieres una entrevista con Manolo Escobar pero no con David Bisbal. 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Pienso en cómo se tejen las palabras, cómo \nlas relaciones, cuáles son los primeros balbuceos, en qué baso yo el \nrespeto intelectual, el reconocimiento. Qué, y a quiénes, echo de menos.\n Sin quiénes estaría muerta, o vacía.\n Y me emociono.\n Lo bueno de tener el correo de un autor es que puedes decirle que has llorado con un poema suyo.\n\n\n\n***\n\nSe titula "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2531334227635427539\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2531334227635427539\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2531334227635427539"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2531334227635427539"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/05\/basilio-sanchez.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EBasilio Sánchez\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2045835144578296305"},"published":{"$t":"2013-05-24T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-14T23:45:37.042+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Arte"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"San Miniato al Monte II"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nSan Miniato al Monte\n\n\nEl libro Arte y arquitectura en Florencia, de Rolf C. Wirtz, que me dejó mi \npadre, se ha vuelto imprescindible. Aquí se cuenta que en el año 250 después de \nCristo, san Miniato fue martirizado en Florencia durante el reinado del \nemperador Decio. Cuenta la leyenda que, tras ser decapitado, el santo recogió su \npropia cabeza y subió hasta la cima de la colina situada al "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2045835144578296305\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2045835144578296305\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2045835144578296305"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2045835144578296305"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/05\/san-miniato-al-monte-ii.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ESan Miniato al Monte II\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5073497421731971098"},"published":{"$t":"2013-05-19T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-14T23:45:37.052+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Arte"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"San Miniato al Monte I"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\nSubimos -más escaleras- a San Miniato al Monte, en la que hay una tienda de \nproductos que hacen -o venden- los monjes, pero cuyo horario, descubrimos, no se \ncumple. Entrar en esta iglesia es gratis. Los monjes visten de blanco. Si vas \npor la mañana (nosotras llegamos a la una) la luz se cuela en forma de haces por \nla ventana y crea una atmósfera maravillosa. 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No, no \nestán cerrados: es sábado: están llenos. Hace frío aquí, estos días, mucho frío, \nde la clase de frío que cuartea la cara y las piernas. 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Eso vendrá después: no cuando vea el Duomo, ni la \nSignoria, sino cuando camine por sus calles empedradas y me vaya haciendo a esta \nciudad dividida por un río en la que todos los edificios son de colores. 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He venido en taxi \ndesde el aeropuerto: 16 euros. No os asustéis si el taxímetro no se mueve \ndurante un rato: es completamente normal. El billete a Florencia cuesta 26: el \npróximo, porque hay varios trenes, pero éste es de alta velocidad. 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Imagen de la Orquesta de Extremadura.\n\nA pesar de algún móvil que sonó y del señor que no paraba de hacer un rulo con su programa de mano justo detrás de mí, ayer comprendí de qué manera se gesta, y se percibe, la energía que emana de un público entero y cómo esa respuesta silenciosa puede cambiar una manera de interpretar. 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Muy tímido. Muy roto por dentro. No podrido: roto: \nhay matices. Muy guapo. Ser guapo y tímido no está permitido. Ser guapo y tímido \ny no confiar en nadie tampoco.\n\n\nHabía una chica, también. Se encontraron en un bar, primero. Luego en un \ncumpleaños de amigos comunes. Un día, ella entró en su casa: él se había roto \nuna pierna, pasó a saludar, tímida también. La "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7645989332268376108\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7645989332268376108\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7645989332268376108"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7645989332268376108"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/04\/mi-fantasma.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EMi fantasma\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_S6XoOzcCo90\/THhVinGSTRI\/AAAAAAAABXw\/wI7u6ugOF3I\/s72-c\/exilio.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1406298811874903159"},"published":{"$t":"2013-04-21T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-14T23:59:05.965+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Chile"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Mechuque"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Mechuque"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n14 de noviembre de 2012.\u0026nbsp;\n\nEscribo en la cocina de la tía Berta, que es la tía de Anita. Ella vive en Mechuque, que es una isla chilena en la que solo hay luz desde las siete de la tarde hasta las doce de la noche. Está en el archipiélago que forman las islas Butachauques: aquí vivían también indígenas. Llegamos desde Puerto Montt en un colectivo que nos conduce hasta Ancud, una población "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1406298811874903159\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1406298811874903159\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1406298811874903159"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1406298811874903159"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/04\/mechuque.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EMechuque\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-6203922903159716751"},"published":{"$t":"2013-04-16T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:53:14.098+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Esquel"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Esquel es Héctor, es María, es Cati..."},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nKiosco El Chucao\n\n\nEsquel es Héctor, es María, es Cati, pero también es Romina y es Óscar, que son la hija y el hermano de María, una de las hijas y uno de los hermanos. Llegamos a las seis y media de la mañana, en un micro coche-cama (hay cama y semicama) en el que nos dieron de cenar una cantidad pantagruélica de comida (pollo y patatas con salsa, arroz con verduras, ensalada, carne fría, "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6203922903159716751\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=6203922903159716751\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6203922903159716751"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6203922903159716751"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/04\/esquel-es-hector-es-maria-es-cati.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EEsquel es Héctor, es María, es Cati...\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7662223267611551104"},"published":{"$t":"2013-04-12T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T00:00:28.895+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cellini"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Dostoievsky"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Marco Scalvini"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nerea"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nueva York"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rilke"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Robert"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Los ojos de otros"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Lo que yo voy a ver lo vieron los ojos de Dostoievski y de Rilke que, frente al Perseo de Cellini, descubre que ha de vivir ahora las preguntas. Ese poema, que me aprendí, me lo copió Jandro hace más de una década, cuando él tenía un camino marcado que luego abandonó y yo no sabía, entonces como ahora, qué iba a ser de mí. Vive ahora las preguntas. Rilke se hizo viejo aquí: planeó proyectos, supo"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7662223267611551104\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7662223267611551104\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7662223267611551104"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7662223267611551104"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/04\/lo-que-yo-voy-ver-lo-vieron-los-ojos-de.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELos ojos de otros\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-Q7JAkESqgXU\/UJ0FxyPYBiI\/AAAAAAAAMQY\/TxDSw_hmBrg\/s72-c\/rainer-maria-rilke.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4052273783943645497"},"published":{"$t":"2013-04-08T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T00:01:56.310+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Capilla Brancacci"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Dostoievsky"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Fotografía"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Masaccio"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Masolino"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nueva York"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Que el ojo vea: no que el ojo reconozca"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Nunca veo muchas fotos de los lugares que voy a visitar. No me gusta llegar a los sitios con la sensación de que ya he estado allí, y, además, no tengo memoria \"fílmica\": habré visto mil y una películas de Nueva York y, hasta antes de ir, cuando me estuve preparando la guía, ni siquiera sabía cómo era el Empire State. De Florencia no he buscado más que los lugares desde los que fotografiar la "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4052273783943645497\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4052273783943645497\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4052273783943645497"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4052273783943645497"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/04\/que-el-ojo-vea-no-que-el-ojo-reconozca.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EQue el ojo vea: no que el ojo reconozca\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5897543737598695526"},"published":{"$t":"2013-04-02T22:34:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T00:02:21.391+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"César"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sexo"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Dios"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nNo se de quién es esta imagen, que lleva en uno de mis hogares ni se hace cuánto tiempo...\n\n\n\nHace exactamente ocho años y cuatro días, ocurrió algo que escribí, para rememorarlo, cuatro años más tarde.\n\nTenía el acento dulce, no nos conocíamos de nada y me enseñó que seis horas pueden ser definitivas.\n\nLas mejores mitades de mí le llaman Dios.\n\nHoy he vuelto a hablar con Él.\n\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5897543737598695526\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5897543737598695526\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5897543737598695526"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5897543737598695526"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/04\/dios.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EDios\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_VVLLHdHGd4c\/SOaT1FCIMHI\/AAAAAAAAAHM\/2ONmIeTePv8\/s72-c\/19emmanuel_orain.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8251514227080207544"},"published":{"$t":"2013-03-26T16:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:53:39.465+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"San Carlos de Bariloche"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"San Carlos de Bariloche como parada"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nEl Cóndor de los Andes\n\n\nEscribo en El Cóndor de los Andes, que es un hostel para mochileros en San Carlos de Bariloche, sin pretensiones, muy sencillo, pero con una atención exquisita. Carolina se llama la recepcionista: un encanto. Hemos ido a la montaña, ascendiendo en colectivo hasta el lago Gutiérrez, que todavía guarda la ceniza del volcán Puyehue, de Chile, y se ve nebuloso, nebuloso. 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Han pasado siglos y seguimos mirándonos en Miguel Ángel, Giotto, Leonardo, Alberti, Dante, Maquiavelo, Bruneleschi, Donatello, Ghirlandaio, Boccaccio...\n\n\n\nMiguel Ángel retratado por "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5873051568725379490\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5873051568725379490\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5873051568725379490"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5873051568725379490"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/03\/una-civilizacion-luminosa.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EUna civilización luminosa\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-6276563146222800202"},"published":{"$t":"2013-03-19T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-03-19T07:00:08.925+01:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Florencia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Italia"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Florencia"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n2 de marzo. Barajas.\n\n\n\nStendhal\n\n\nHay un cierto tipo de hombre, cincuentón, atlético, con el pelo entrecano, barba corta casi blanca, mirada inteligente, que siempre me encuentro en el aeropuerto. En todos los aeropuertos. Generalmente vengo sola, cargada de guías, me quemo la lengua con el primer café de la madrugada, pienso en una primera frase.\u0026nbsp; \n\n\n\nReviso las notas que tomé con Marco. 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España en Irak, dice: del error al horror. Es una información, ha denunciado Gervasio Sánchez, que viene con ocho años de retraso. La firma Miguel González, que viajaba, ha dicho Gerva, en lugar preferencial con el ministro de Defensa. Los hechos los denunció, por activa y por pasiva, el fotoperiodista, sin que nadie le hiciera ni puto caso. Para variar. 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Una de esas (pocas) alumnas preguntonas y beligerantes que tanto me gustan.\n\n-No sé explicártelo- respondí. Yo no sé poner palabras a muchas cosas. Pero le di"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8224208216143611913\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8224208216143611913\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8224208216143611913"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8224208216143611913"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/03\/vocabulario.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EVocabulario\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7391428119577169605"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-25T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:55:22.849+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Puerto Pirámides"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Pueblos"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\nEn Puerto Pirámides, como ocurre en todos los pueblos de mundo, todos se conocen. Luján es la dueña de India, donde utilizamos internet. Sus dos pequeñas están con fiebre. Pasamos a preguntar, nos saludan, hablamos con el ayudante de cocina del restaurante que está al lado de Botazzi, que es de Bahía Blanca y va a hacer sandboard en los médanos. 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Es la mara\". Van de dos en dos, algunas parece que posan para la foto. También fotografiamos un armadillo que corretea tranquilamente buscando alimento. 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Juan Carlos nos cuenta que el elefante marino es una foca que permanece el 90 por ciento del tiempo dentro del agua. A tierra llegan para parir. Hay poquitos tostándose al sol. La guardafauna nos comenta, a él y a mí, que hubo un ataque de orcas el día anterior: cinco orcas persiguiendo a los elefantes. El avistaje de nuestra orca ha aparecido en el periódico, nos "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/9167399604224561027\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=9167399604224561027\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/9167399604224561027"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/9167399604224561027"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/elefantes-y-orcas.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EElefantes y orcas\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-3874267972934440570"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-19T07:00:00.001+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:54:41.548+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Recorriendo la Península"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n11 de noviembre de 2012.\n\n\n\nLa Araña Biónica. Un supermercado.\n\nPuerto\n Pirámides es una calle, pero hay varios puestos de artesanía. Llaveros \nde ballenas, pendientes, imanes, postales... Es la primera vez que \ncompro postales de un sitio para llevármelas yo. Recorremos los puestos \npor la tarde y cenamos en La Estación, en el que ponen buena música rock\n y que está decorado con vinilos y "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3874267972934440570\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=3874267972934440570\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3874267972934440570"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3874267972934440570"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/recorriendo-la-peninsula.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ERecorriendo la Península\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"3"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5495282208612799955"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-17T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:54:41.562+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Lobos marinos"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nHemos ido a la lobería, pero había pocos lobitos. Generalmente está llena, dependiendo de las mareas, pero hoy había un lobito solitario, ante el que se ha parado un barco, un grupo de cinco o seis y otros más en otro lado, acompañados de una multitud de gaviotas de alas negras.\n\n\n\n\n\nLos lobos marinos viven casi hasta los 20 años. El macho mide algo más de dos metros y pesa unos 300 kilos. 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No os volváis locos con las fotos: disfrutad del espectáculo y \nlos sonidos. Las ballenas son muy sociables y se acercan a los botes, \npero como están con las crías, no suelen jugar mucho y lo más normal es \nque no se vean los golpes de cola (nosotras los vimos de lejos, al \natardecer). La mejor recomendación es tener "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5720919539458679217\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5720919539458679217\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5720919539458679217"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5720919539458679217"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/hacer-fotos-las-ballenas.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EHacer fotos a las ballenas\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2217297300889944141"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-13T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:54:41.544+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Ballenas"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nHay unas 2000 ballenas catalogadas por el Whale Conservation Institute y Ocean Alliance. Toda esta zona es Patrimonio de la Humanidad. La Península no tiene mucha altura: el cerro Piaggio es el más grande y mide 110 metros, pero hay depresiones de hasta 41 metros bajo el nivel del mar (la Salina Grande, la Salina Chica, el Salitral). Esta zona comenzó a poblarse en el XIX (la comenzaron a "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2217297300889944141\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2217297300889944141\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2217297300889944141"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2217297300889944141"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/ballenas.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EBallenas\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4627223243407364363"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-11T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:54:41.559+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El avistaje"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nHuele a mar. Sigue oliendo a mar mientras vamos en el barco, veinte minutos hacia Punta Ballena para ver la primera, una línea allá a lo lejos, pero el capitán vira hacia otra parte, mar adentro, porque les avisan de que se han visto orcas. Casi ni se pueden fotografiar, pero no importa. Salen, nos muestran la cola, y yo pienso que, depredador y todo, con su mala fama -bueno, a mí no me "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4627223243407364363\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4627223243407364363\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4627223243407364363"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4627223243407364363"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/el-avistaje.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EEl avistaje\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1446870754754185345"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-09T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:00.765+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Planes en Península Valdés"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nAvenida de las Ballenas\n\n\nA las once iremos a ver ballenas. Por la tarde iremos a la lobería, unas dos horas caminando, y luego visitaremos, mañana, Punta Norte y Caleta Valdés, donde hay lobos marinos. No sé si iremos a ver los pingüinos. La temporada de ballenas va de mayo a diciembre. La de orcas, de febrero a abril y de octubre a noviembre, pero Paula, de Del Nómade, dice que ahora no hay. 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Tres noches, 450 pesos (menos de 80 euros, 75 más bien). Las camas son más cómodas que en la Nakel Yenú y tiene un gato negro de ojos amarillos, muy zalamero, que se me sube encima para que le haga mimos.\n\n\n\n\n\nSigo recordando cosas. Aquí venía Antoine de Saint-Exupery. Se dice que se inspiró"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3542351770793542895\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=3542351770793542895\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3542351770793542895"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3542351770793542895"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/deluna.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EDeluna\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4621217899154532710"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-05T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:00.773+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Península Valdés"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Península Valdés"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n7 de noviembre de 2012.\n\nLa Península Valdés, nos cuenta Marcos, que nos lleva del aeropuerto a Puerto Pirámides, tiene un clima semidesértico. Hay varios arbustos: uno claro se llama zampa: lo usaban los tehuelches como planta medicinal para las articulaciones y para ahuyentar a los malos espíritus. También está el quilimbay, de flor naranja, que se utilizaba para hacer señales de humo y como "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4621217899154532710\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4621217899154532710\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4621217899154532710"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4621217899154532710"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/peninsula-valdes.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EPenínsula Valdés\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1938844092047194761"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-03T20:45:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.656+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"La postal que no entregué"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nPerito Moreno\n\n\nLlegamos a Puerto Pirámides. Le escribo a Nico. En tercera persona, para no morirme de la vergüenza cuando lo lea. Es una postal del glaciar, con los hielos en la orilla, del Perito Moreno, una foto de Andrés Bonetti, como tantas otras maravillosa que he visto de él en casi todas las postales:\n\n\nLa primera vez que llegué a Buenos Aires conocí a un tipo. Muy guapo. ;Muy "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1938844092047194761\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1938844092047194761\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1938844092047194761"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1938844092047194761"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/la-postal-que-no-entregue.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa postal que no entregué\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5104108617065650752"},"published":{"$t":"2013-02-01T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.680+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El hielito en el Lago"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"He comprado un mapa antiguo de la Patagonia. Me he enamorado de él nada más verlo. Esa Patagonia inmensa de paisajes tan cambiantes. Volveré a encontrarme con los Andes en Esquel, dentro de unos días. Ahora vamos a Puerto Pirámides, en la Península Valdés, la tierra del delfín negro, los pingüinos, las orcas y las ballenas.\n\n\n\n\nCuando cogemos el shuttle que nos lleva al aeropuerto y observamos el"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5104108617065650752\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5104108617065650752\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5104108617065650752"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5104108617065650752"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/02\/el-hielito-en-el-lago.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EEl hielito en el Lago\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2028126673489725545"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-30T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.659+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El último día en El Calafate"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Es la última vez que escribo en la mesita de fuera del Nakel Yenú. Esta mañana ha sido la de compras: un collar de rodocrosita para mi madre, un mate para Nico que no me convence (pero no encuentro el que me gustaba, no sé dónde lo vi); imanes para la nevera de piedritas del Lago y varias postales y marcapáginas. Mando una a casa y otra al trabajo. Los días, a pesar de las mil imágenes que estoy "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2028126673489725545\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2028126673489725545\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2028126673489725545"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2028126673489725545"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/el-ultimo-dia-en-el-calafate.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EEl último día en El Calafate\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8584540979501563863"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-28T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.695+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Todo glaciares III"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nPeineta\n\n\n\nBarco y pasarela\n\n\nEl barco sigue por el Canal de las Tres Bocas. Los Andes nevados continúan el camino con nosotros. Yo, la mujer que necesita asfalto, bares y edificios, acabo pensando que podría estar mirando estas cumbres toda la vida, que necesitaría mirarlas para olvidarme de los sucesos tontos de la cotidianeidad. 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En la Boca del Diablo comienzan a verse los primeros icebergs de formas caprichosas, desde planchas inmensas y planísimas hasta triángulos recostados o castillitos. Uno podría jugar a qué se parecen, igual que lo hace con las nubes. 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Que el Lago Argentino parece leche cuando lo navegas. Que los glaciares son blancos y los colores que vemos, salvo el marrón que se produce por las morrenas del glaciar arrastrando la tierra, son ilusiones ópticas porque esos azules en realidad no existen aunque yo los vea. Que las fotos nunca le harán justicia, a ninguno de ellos: ni "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/974704179346009057\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=974704179346009057\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/974704179346009057"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/974704179346009057"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/todo-glaciares-i.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ETodo glaciares I\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4496565568834635481"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-21T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.676+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Laguna Nímez"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nLaguna Nimez.\n\n\n\n\n\nEn la Laguna Nímez hay una colonia de flamencos y otras muchas aves que intento fotografiar. Si ha salido alguna bien a pesar del intenso viento que se te mete en los huesos me daré con un canto en los dientes. Hay que pagar para entrar a la Laguna, que es una reserva natural, 35 pesos (algo menos de seis euros) y caminar por un sendero muy señalizado. Es una visita "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4496565568834635481\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4496565568834635481\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4496565568834635481"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4496565568834635481"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/laguna-nimez.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELaguna Nímez\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2858128854434738794"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-19T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.664+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El Calafate"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\n\n\nCorreos\n\nAhora El Calafate es un pueblo turístico con precios para turistas, lleno de bancos, servicios, tiendas de artesanía, tiendas de artículos para la montaña, más tiendas de artesanía y un casino hortera por el que nos preguntan unos turistas en inglés. Pero antes, mucho antes, su economía se basaba en un animal que se llama guanaco.\n\n\n\nPerito Moreno en la Intendencia del PN Los "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2858128854434738794\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2858128854434738794\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2858128854434738794"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2858128854434738794"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/el-calafate.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EEl Calafate\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5724339451984173218"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-17T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.683+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Por qué ruge el glaciar"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nLago Argentino desde la Laguna Nímez\n\nMis pies piden a gritos una amputación. Hemos visto el Lago Argentino, que se observa también desde el avión y al aterrizar y en el camino en bus que lleva al Parque Nacional Los Glaciares. Está a 187 metros sobre el nivel del mar y el agua es azul celeste y se vuelve dorada, se vuelve plata, se vuelve marrón, se vuelve rosa y todo a la vez, con franjas "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5724339451984173218\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5724339451984173218\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5724339451984173218"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5724339451984173218"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/por-que-ruge-el-glaciar.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EPor qué ruge el glaciar\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-191094278771627726"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-15T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:56:46.651+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Parque Nacional Los Glaciares"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nEl Parque Nacional Los Glaciares se creó en 1937 y tiene 600.000 hectáreas llenas de bosque al pie del Lago Argentino. Hay 2.600 kilómetros cuadrados de hielo, más del 30 por ciento de su superficie. El Perito Moreno es uno de sus 47 glaciares: el más espectacular, pero solo uno de esa casi media centena. El frente mide cinco kilómetros; la altura, 60 metros. 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Hoy vemos El Calafate, buscamos una vista del Lago Argentino, pero no la encontramos y volvemos a Borges \u0026amp;Álvarez para tomar café, un capuccino Confucio (con chocolate y canela) impresionante. Calentito. Ha salido el sol y mañana estará mejor el tiempo. 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Recuerdo las fotos, la caminata por la pasarela y la primera vez que vi el Lago Argentino. Fue al bajar del avión. Hemos llegado al parque nacional Los Glaciares con la empresa Caltur, por libre: el autobús se coge en la estación del Calafate. Cuando alguien se cae en algún sitio de Argentina, se dice que querés comprar el lugar. Yo, por lo visto, he querido comprar el Perito"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4017218372474547250\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4017218372474547250\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4017218372474547250"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4017218372474547250"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/colores.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EColores\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5528776231173797376"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-07T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.406+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jandro"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Pertur"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Nada es como esperaba"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nCongreso de la Nación Argentina.\n\n\n\n\nNada es como esperaba. Se lo contaba ayer a Nico, que vino a buscarnos para dar un paseo. Adriana se quedó en casa, porque nos levantamos muy temprano. La madre de Nico vino con nosotros. Es curioso observar cómo son las madres de distintas, cuáles son las relaciones que se establecen con los hijos. Yo estoy agotada: hemos recorrido Congreso, el Abasto, "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5528776231173797376\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5528776231173797376\u0026isPopup=true","title":"1 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5528776231173797376"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5528776231173797376"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/nada-es-como-esperaba.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ENada es como esperaba\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-409270141066589497"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-05T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-01-05T07:00:02.138+01:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Marta"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Pupe"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Marta"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\nCuando estaba en Argentina, me preguntaron si tu madre era como mi hermana. No, respondí. Con una hermana no tendría la relación que tengo con ella. Ni de lejos. Escribo antes de que acabe el año. No sé si nacerás el día 5, como han \"programado\" o si vendrás antes, o qué ocurrirá. Yo acabo de comprarte el mismo perrito pirata que le compré a mi sobrino, al hijo (sí) de mi hermano menor. Y "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/409270141066589497\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=409270141066589497\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/409270141066589497"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/409270141066589497"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/marta.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EMarta\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7149963819067473053"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-04T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:57:19.600+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"El Calafate"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Perito Moreno"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n3 de noviembre de 2012\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEstoy en la puerta de la posada Nakel Yenú. Llueve. Ahora no, pero da igual. Ha llovido todo el día, no me llevé los guantes y he creído que se me iban a engangrenar los dedos. Llueve y la pasarela del Perito Moreno resbala. Lo atestiguan mi rodilla izquierda en carne viva y mi mano derecha dolorida y ensangrentada. Ha llovido toda la tarde, pero ha dado igual. Y "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7149963819067473053\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7149963819067473053\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7149963819067473053"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7149963819067473053"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/perito-moreno.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EPerito Moreno\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5968274827334714469"},"published":{"$t":"2013-01-02T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.412+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Abasto"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nEl Abasto, o Abasto, es el mercado de abastos que estuvo abierto hasta 1984 y que ahora es un centro comercial. El mercado transformó la vida del barrio: se instalaron inmigrantes, se levantaron teatros, centros culturales diversos y muchos bares. Aquí vivieron Aníbal Troilo y Osvaldo Pugliese. De ellos no encuentro rastro porque todo, absolutamente todo, lo ocupa el morocho del Abasto, "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5968274827334714469\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5968274827334714469\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5968274827334714469"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5968274827334714469"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2013\/01\/abasto.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EAbasto\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4314964939126511213"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-31T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-04-12T22:41:30.824+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Angel Squembri"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Anita"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Carlos"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Charo"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Dooddle"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Erik"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Héctor"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jandro"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Malter"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Maricarmen"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Navidad"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nerea"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Náufraga"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"OEX"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Orquesta de Extremadura"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Pertur"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Pupe"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rubén"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Tía Berta"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"2012"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Nació un niño que es un redondel cuando se asombra. Nacerá una niña o quizá cuando se publique esto ya haya nacido, porque voy a trompicones actualizando el blog con las fotos y la crónica, vuelta a redactar a ratos, del viaje a Argentina: hay cosas que no puedo, ni voy, a contar. Me suicidé y sabía que me iba a suicidar pero entonces no me importó o no supe salir. Entrevisté, por fin, a José "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4314964939126511213\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4314964939126511213\u0026isPopup=true","title":"6 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4314964939126511213"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4314964939126511213"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/2012.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003E2012\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-459988486960750930"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-29T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.393+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Once"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n2 de noviembre de 2012.\n\nHemos quedado con Sandra en Balvanera, así que ese va a ser el recorrido inicial. Sandra es amiga de Adriana, me hizo empanadas, se puso enferma y acabó comiéndoselas su marido. Son de soja texturizada, tardan dos días en hacerse y yo se las he agradecido a esa mujer menuda, linda y de ojos grandes, como si me hubiera dado un festín.\n\n\n\n\n\nEn Balvanera están Abasto y Once"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/459988486960750930\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=459988486960750930\u0026isPopup=true","title":"5 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/459988486960750930"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/459988486960750930"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/once.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EOnce\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"5"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5351698359163287998"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-27T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.400+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Malter"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Las guías de viaje"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n1 de noviembre de 2012 \n\nLas guías de viaje, sostiene Marcos, muestran una visión europea de Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires, sostiene Adriana, siempre quiso ser francesa. Pero no es París. No es en absoluto París. No hablan, las guías, de las miles y miles de tiendas, de las calles abigarradas, las carreteras urbanas llenas de coches, colectivos, taxis, remises, ambulancias, policía, todos tocando "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5351698359163287998\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5351698359163287998\u0026isPopup=true","title":"5 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5351698359163287998"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5351698359163287998"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/las-guias-de-viaje.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELas guías de viaje\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"5"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4458499135863661874"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-24T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-12-27T08:40:58.508+01:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Navidad"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Navidad"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Lo he dicho muchas veces, que a mí la Navidad me gusta. Ni siquiera sé por qué, todos los años se lía alguna y hay ciertos ritos que yo abandonaría con gusto para instaurar otros. Pero me gusta.\u0026nbsp; \n\n\n\n\nYa no me importa hacer recuento.\n\nPorque yo sé, porque lo sé y porque lo he sabido siempre, que tengo mucha suerte. Que no hay dolores tan gordos que no resistan una charla de media hora con "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4458499135863661874\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4458499135863661874\u0026isPopup=true","title":"11 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4458499135863661874"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4458499135863661874"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/navidad.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ENavidad\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"11"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7136395565891280257"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-23T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.425+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Un bus turístico caótico"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n1 de noviembre de 2012\n\n\n\nCasa Rosada\n\n\n\nHoy nos subimos en el bus turístico. Lo lleva la empresa Buenos Aires Bus y ofrece un recorrido por algunos de los lugares emblemáticos de la ciudad, así que uno se puede hacer una idea de la multitud de contrastes que alberga Buenos Aires. Nos saltamos tres paradas porque hay una manifestación de camioneros y, claro, luego ya la cinta que te va hablando "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7136395565891280257\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7136395565891280257\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7136395565891280257"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7136395565891280257"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/un-bus-turistico-caotico.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EUn bus turístico caótico\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-3596050643740112313"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-21T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.382+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Anita"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Una lágrima en jarrito"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nCómics en el Ateneo Grand Splendid\n\n\nCafé. Una lágrima en jarrito: leche manchada en taza más o menos grande. Los nombres de los cafés, en cada país, es lo primero que aprendemos los adictos. Un cortado, aquí, es un café con leche en taza pequeña. El café con leche te lo ponen en taza de desayuno: parece una piscina. O una pileta. 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Nos atiende Esteban, que nos hace un recorrido por las diferentes etapas del arte (Renacimiento, manierismo...) y lo mismo te nombra a Orson Welles que a Lévi-Strauss.\n\n\n\nJardín del Museo Larreta\n\n\n\u0026nbsp;El jardín es una "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4083861962044651469\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4083861962044651469\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4083861962044651469"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4083861962044651469"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/museo-larreta.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EMuseo Larreta\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5978044494679177818"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-17T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.417+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Manuel Belgrano"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Manuel Belgrano era militar. Un militar mujeriego que murió muy pobre -su lápida la hicieron con una mesa de mármol de su casa porque no tenía plata: todo lo donaba para construir escuelas, porque era un firme defensor de la educación en todas las clases sociales-. En su plaza, que es grande, hay un ceibo, con flores rojas: es la flor nacional argentina.\n\n\n\nCeibo\n\n\n\u0026nbsp;Es curiosa, la historia "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5978044494679177818\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5978044494679177818\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5978044494679177818"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5978044494679177818"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/manuel-belgrano.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EManuel Belgrano\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8307882687864365346"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-15T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.439+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"La Redonda"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Vamos a Belgrano. En Belgrano había una calera, de donde se extraía la cal y una pulpería, pintada con cal también, que llegaba a San Isidro y donde paraban los trabajadores. Las pulperías eran establecimientos pequeños donde se vendían sobre todo bebidas, pero también algún trozo de pan y queso con el que seguir los viajes. No tiene nada que ver con los pulpos, pero no descubrimos de dónde le "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8307882687864365346\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8307882687864365346\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8307882687864365346"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8307882687864365346"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/la-redonda.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa Redonda\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2998297801793927372"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-13T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.373+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Arte"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Los grafittis de Saavedra"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"31 de octubre de 2012.\n\n\n\nArgentinizándose\n\n\nEl barrio de Saavedra está lleno de grafittis y Adriana y yo hacemos una ruta. Los firman: añaden página web y Flickr. Hay plazas defendidas por los vecinos. Una plaza es una manzana verde con césped -es decir, pasto: no, a veces no hablamos del todo el mismo idioma- y árboles. Un parquecito, diríamos aquí. 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Le cuento a Nico mi idea de Evita: mujer pija (\"acá pija es otra cosa\"), burguesa, entonces, está bien, querida por el pueblo no sabemos por qué o yo no me lo explico (\"sueñan las pulgas con comprarse un perro\"). Nico tiene 33. 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Parecen laguitos. Para los patos, dice Nico, que fuma un cigarrillo electrónico que me deja probar y que me pide un cigarro de los de verdad. Me va enseñando Buenos Aires. 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Confianza, se llama. O estupidez. Da igual.\nLuego, un tiempo después, durante mucho tiempo después, me volví una criatura asustada y cobarde. Me volví también otras cosas, pero no las voy a contar.\n\nEn Argentina descubrí a alguien que reacciona igual que yo. Nunca me he sentido tan aliviada.\nNadie tiene la culpa de mi "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5905081642072414808\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5905081642072414808\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5905081642072414808"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5905081642072414808"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/llueve.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELlueve\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2629899137580160977"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-07T07:00:00.000+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:58:02.367+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Buenos Aires"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Adri y Nico"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n31 de octubre de 2012.\n\nEscribo por la noche en la misma mesa de la cocina, con hule de flores, un hule azul lleno de margaritas, en la que me tomé mi primer mate. Amargo. Compartido. Como un ritual. Con Adriana y con Nico, que es su sobrino y es editor de vídeo. Es asombrosamente guapo, ese muchacho: un piercing en la ceja, unos ojos marrones grandísimos y expresivos, una boca perfecta. 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En vez de mantequilla te ponen margarina. No te dan pan, sino crackers. La ensalada es distinta. No hay bizcochito, sino fruta, de postre: piña y melón. Arroz con verduras a la brasa (y tres tiras de pimiento, que aparto convenientemente). El viaje es largo y un coñazo. 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Y Madrid es Nerea. Madrid es Kois y es Begoña y es Gerardo. Nerea se va a Florencia, tres meses. Begoña acaba de regresar de un viaje por la India y Estambul en el que ha visto cada vez más mujeres con velo. Gerardo y yo hablamos de amores y de cómics. De Building Stories, de Ware. No lo he leído, no he leído nada de Ware. Con Ware me pasa como "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2200034193172184761\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2200034193172184761\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2200034193172184761"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2200034193172184761"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/12\/madrid-y-varios-comics.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EMadrid y varios cómics\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7849555666285387798"},"published":{"$t":"2012-12-01T00:07:00.002+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-12-01T00:07:52.637+01:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El año que viví dos primaveras"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n30 de octubre de 2012 \n\n\nNunca sé cómo empezar el relato de un viaje. 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Yo sé de periodismo. Es decir, sé del afán por contar las cosas tal y como son: las cosas del exiguo mundo que manejamos, lo que nos llega. Sé de buscar palabras, para que las palabras digan lo que han de decir y ninguna otra cosa más. 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Otro más, que hacía falta. Y resulta que me voy a Argentina, que está tan cerca de Uruguay y que, cuando leo ciertos mensajes, de ciertos temas, escritos por cierta gente que ahora creció y que tiene hijos y ha publicado libros y ha seguido viviendo a "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3522059856630315354\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=3522059856630315354\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3522059856630315354"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3522059856630315354"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/mira-traga.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EMira, Traga\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-6594732339617130102"},"published":{"$t":"2012-10-23T23:15:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T12:59:44.609+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Bryan Talbott"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cómics"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Feminismo"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Intimidades"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"James S. 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No\u0026nbsp;tengo idea de por qué, ni de cómo dio conmigo.\u0026nbsp;Es una cosa tonta, tiene 1000 palabras, que son apenas un par de párrafos y no he contado lo más importante.\n\nLo más importante es que he hecho una reseña de un cómic y no te la voy a poder mandar."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/3990148571810207176\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=3990148571810207176\u0026isPopup=true","title":"1 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3990148571810207176"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/3990148571810207176"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/10\/una-cosa-pequena.html","title":"Una cosa pequeña"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2967622683751251226"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-31T22:58:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-08-31T22:58:35.278+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Festival de Mérida 2012"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Las noches entre las piedras del teatro romano"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El final, de nuevo, y La Lonja"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Yo enterré a mi hermano y quizá no debí hacerlo. Perdí a mi familia, y a mi hermana cobarde, y me enfrenté con mi tío...\n\nAsí podría comenzar una Antígona. Hace unos días, Amparo Baró, que pudo estar en el Festival de Mérida pero no estuvo, hace muchos años, me dijo que le hubiera gustado representar Antígona. Ayer se lo recordé:\n-Estoy muy mayor para ese papel.\n-¿Y una Antígona que recuerda?\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2967622683751251226\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2967622683751251226\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2967622683751251226"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2967622683751251226"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/el-final-de-nuevo-y-la-lonja.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EEl final, de nuevo, y La Lonja\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-aZs_EQo-ur8\/UEEZlB21TmI\/AAAAAAAAIpg\/AHUwONfo4F8\/s72-c\/399_fichero_1.jpeg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8683247068822756591"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-24T12:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:02:32.568+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Begoña"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Viajes"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nEn Madrid comencé a leer Ventanas de Manhattan, de Antonio Muñoz Molina, que \na mi madre no le gustó porque no conoce Nueva York. Yo sé que volveré, no sé en \nqué momento ni con quién, ni si iré sola de nuevo o no, yo sé que quiero volver \ny sé también que no cruzaré contigo el puente de Brooklyn. Ni el de Verrazano. \nQue ya no te voy a pedir permiso. Y que este dolor pequeñito, de andar por "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8683247068822756591\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8683247068822756591\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8683247068822756591"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8683247068822756591"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/viajes.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EViajes\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-qFd6V9dbN2o\/TPK5hfGdXKI\/AAAAAAAAIfI\/xyl_j0VZCe4\/s72-c\/Nueva%2520York%2520desde%2520Jersey.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8099938023692648580"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-19T00:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:04:24.518+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Arte"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Edward Hopper"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Hopper"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nPavimentos de Nueva York. Hopper.\n\nEn Pavimentos de Nueva York hay una monja empujando un carrito de bebé, casi \nfuera de cuadro. En el arte no hay nada accesorio. Hopper compró una cámara para \napresar los detalles de los edificios, pero se dio cuenta de que la perspectiva \nno era la misma que la de su ojo y la abandonó. Le fascinaban los cuartos \nvacíos. 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Tuve -tengo- el mismo miedo que con Erik: el mismo deseo prudente de que todo salga bien"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8313011830952027487\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8313011830952027487\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8313011830952027487"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8313011830952027487"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/08\/bolita-es-una-nina.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EBolita es una niña!\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7204496047581453809"},"published":{"$t":"2012-08-16T07:00:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-08-16T07:00:01.419+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Argentina"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Argentina"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\nAhora estoy enfrente del Thyssen, con sus cartelones de Hopper, pintor del que no vi nada en Nueva York -el Whitney tiene sus cuadros, la mayoría, en el almacén- y que fotografió la vida americana como nadie. No está el Nighthawks, porque el Art Institute of Chicago se resistió a perder sus Meninas, pero es la mayor retrospectiva que se ha hecho de este señor que siempre me gustó. 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Los bares, los locales de jazz, los monumentos, las peñas, las milongas, las librerías, las tiendas de cómics, las rutas literarias, los cafés. 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Toni Garrido, que se ha despedido hoy de Radio Nacional de España, porque no sabe si volverá en septiembre, también ha hablado de la importancia de los medios de comunicación públicos. Yo trabajo en uno. En esto del periodismo siempre hay una dicotomía. Si uno se debe a quien le paga o a quien le escucha, le lee, le ve. Yo lo he tenido muy claro siempre. 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Se lo resumo en dos: mañana usted y yo.\nMe dedico a un sector en crisis: la cultura, y siendo objetivo "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6740378888254811615\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=6740378888254811615\u0026isPopup=true","title":"1 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6740378888254811615"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6740378888254811615"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/las-dos-espanas-jesus-ponce.html","title":"Las dos Españas. 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Foto de Juan Luis Sánchez, de Eldiario.es \n\nUn amigo al que admiro y al que quiero, que tiene nombre de pez: Una noche para la historia y una mañana en la que, tanto la marcha minera como las declaraciones de Rajoy en el Congreso, resuenan como la metáfora de una invitación: BIENVENIDOS\/AS A LA LUCHA DE CLASES.\n\nUn tipo que se va a quedar sin trabajo "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4150080671042685738\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4150080671042685738\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4150080671042685738"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4150080671042685738"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/citas-ii.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ECitas (II)\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1433409751386997567"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-07T21:28:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2012-07-07T21:34:45.815+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Música"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"OEX"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Orquesta de Extremadura"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"La sexta de Mahler"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Su madre dice que a mi sobrino le gusta Mahler, porque no paró de bailar en su tripa todo el tiempo del concierto. Ese niño crecerá con el sonido de las gaitas, la música clásica y Escocia, Galicia e Irlanda en la cabeza y aprenderá sobre los celtas y los vikingos. Me los llevé a los tres al concierto de la OEX, que empezó con Rocío buscándome un transporte y con Alexei hablando de la desazón y "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1433409751386997567\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1433409751386997567\u0026isPopup=true","title":"1 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1433409751386997567"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1433409751386997567"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/la-sexta-de-mahler.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa sexta de Mahler\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5278761968582267760"},"published":{"$t":"2012-07-07T11:02:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:05:35.104+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Concha Velasco"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Festival de Mérida 2012"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Hélade"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"José María Pou"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Las noches entre las piedras del teatro romano"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Lluís Homar"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Maribel Verdú"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Silvia Pérez Cruz"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Citas"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Era un lunes de agosto, después de un año atroz, recién llegado. Recuerdo que de pronto amé la vida, porque la calle olía a cocido y a cuero de zapatos.\n\nJosé María Pou, en Hélade.\n\nLa muerte se muere a cada instante. Renace a cada instante, lo mismo que la vida. Desde hace millares de años, mozos y mozas bailan bajo los árboles de renovado follaje. 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No dinero. Eso me lo dijeron hace mucho, cuando comencé a trabajar llevando el área pobre de la información, que es, junto con educación y políticas sociales, la más hermosa. Yo no puedo valorar la música en términos económicos. Sí puedo establecer cuánto cobra un licenciado -son licenciados, estos músicos- que está trabajando para la administración. 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Por estas piedras, y por lo que pasa en ellas dos meses de verano, he callado lo que debería haber dicho. Me han construido y me han dado forma. Me regalaron la danza y unas charlas, buenas, geniales, con Alicia Hermida (sobre libros, por encima de todas las cosas); con Emma Suárez (sobre el miedo, el patetismo, la confianza -esa esperanza firme que se tiene de alguien, o de "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2192445828538966917\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2192445828538966917\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2192445828538966917"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2192445828538966917"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2012\/07\/helade.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EHélade\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-YovChK2edD4\/T_SNI46N6SI\/AAAAAAAAIpE\/k5-P4G73gDA\/s72-c\/Pou+y+cia.jpeg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-6647412676305482806"},"published":{"$t":"2012-06-06T18:25:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:06:54.260+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Palabras"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Ray Bradbury"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Ray Bradbury"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\nEl escritor que nos enseñó a cuántos grados, Fahrenheit, eso sí, arden los \nlibros, y el mismo que escribió Crónicas marcianas y Remedio para melancólicos \nha muerto en California a los 91 años. Se definía como un pensador libre, que decía \nlo que quería y lo que veía y construyó algunas distopías terribles. 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Debe de ser porque estoy medio tonta últimamente, pero me ha emocionado y todo.\n\n\n\n\nSi Sarmale fuera una fruta, sería una naranja enorme y jugosa, pero con un puntito ácido.\nSi Sarmale fuera un color, sería un naranja chillón, y no sabría \ncombinarse con otros colores, y acabaría "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1926254911553541763\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1926254911553541763\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 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que uno \nno puede acercarse a los puestos de Navidad. El vaho saliendo de la boca, los \nguantes que siempre se olvidan, los vaqueros fríos, el chocolate caliente. Los \npequeños ritos de invierno, del puente de diciembre.\n\n\n\n\n\nPensaba que era mi despedida del año. Un poco antes. 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Una que escuchó cuando murió un amigo, de forma recurrente, como la siguió escuchando durante mucho tiempo más, como la puso una y otra vez la primera vez que le vio, para convencerse de que todo iría bien a pesar de lo que ella era, de la inexperiencia, del miedo a darse de nuevo, de que ocurriera lo que ya sabía que iba a pasar.\n\nAhora la escucha otra vez, otras veces, y "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1700291774668374105\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1700291774668374105\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1700291774668374105"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1700291774668374105"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/una-cancion.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EUna canción\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/farm7.static.flickr.com\/6169\/6203763099_bd5b26e625_t.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7306529704760765067"},"published":{"$t":"2011-11-08T13:45:00.001+01:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:11:56.855+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Palabras"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Tomás Segovia"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Se me fue Tomás Segovia"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\u0026nbsp;Ayer se murió Tomás Segovia, sobre las dos de la tarde, ya no sé si en México o en España, pero nos hemos enterado hoy. Yo no supe quién era hasta que no le dieron el Premio Extremadura a la Creación en 2007. Fue a Plasencia a leer sus poemas y le leí, y le entrevisté. 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O demasiado tarde, como aquella vez que tardó tres años en explicar lo que solo entonces, cuando pasó el tiempo, pudo comprender; o demasiado pronto. Como ahora.\n\nMi suerte. Su desgracia.\n\nSe repite muchas veces, estos días, la frase de Mariko. La que Mariko le dice a Lobezno cuando descubre que Yukio está enamorada de él y Logan responde pero yo te quiero a ti.\n"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7691786112585306007\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7691786112585306007\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7691786112585306007"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7691786112585306007"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/11\/nunca-antes.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ENunca antes\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-560373883362732483"},"published":{"$t":"2011-10-13T08:39:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-10-13T10:54:29.280+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cocina"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Muffins, dos recetas"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"No, este no es un blog de cocina. 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Yo no le pedí permiso: siempre le dije a su padre que quería retratarlo y se dejó, a regañadientes, porque es demasiado educado para decirme que no. 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Para los que no están \nsatisfechos y sienten vergüenza. Escribo para los misfits. Y \npertenecen a todas las clases, a todas las razas y sexos y edades. No es\n una minoría insustancial, quizá llegan al 5% de la población, puede que\n más. 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Con frecuencia, cuando uno enlaza una página de un periódico, al cabo de meses se encuentra con que el enlace no sirve, así que voy a copiar el artículo que ha "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7056990508456961878\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7056990508456961878\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7056990508456961878"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7056990508456961878"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/09\/la-factura-cultural-orquesta-de.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa factura cultural - Orquesta de Extremadura\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8503044515665363976"},"published":{"$t":"2011-09-13T23:37:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-09-13T23:38:20.468+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Rubén"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Por dentro"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"No te voy a decir qué, pero te he permitido hacer cosas que jamás le había dejado hacer a nadie.\n\n\n\n\nHe aprendido un sinfín de cosas en tres noches. Que, si pido, se me da, y yo doy si me piden. Que hay canciones que puedo repetir como un mantra para que todo esté bien y todo sea posible, para ahuyentar los miedos que me vuelven el estómago de revés y de golpe; que me bastan unas horas para saber"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8503044515665363976\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8503044515665363976\u0026isPopup=true","title":"13 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8503044515665363976"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8503044515665363976"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/09\/por-dentro.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EPor dentro\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-2gmqSziCvuw\/Tm_IC4HsrgI\/AAAAAAAAIm0\/U75h7B7U80g\/s72-c\/002+Shhh.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"13"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1381388372033903712"},"published":{"$t":"2011-08-21T21:17:00.003+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:12:27.886+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Benito"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Amigos contingentes"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Se crió con Baccara y Abba y los demás. También con Carlos Cano, de Graná, como él, porque cuando le conocí supe qué significaba, por fin, la mala follá. Nosotros somos amigos contingentes, nos decía. Y otras cosas. Querer ser gay es como querer ser judío en la Alemania nazi; yo quiero follar encima de un altar o en una sacristía; tienes unas tetas estupendas, pero a mí las tetas no me gustan. 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Durante este Festival hemos hablado mucho del miedo. Del miedo a subirse a un escenario, del miedo a desnudarse y a que no te mimen, del miedo a no creer que lo que haces es verdad, del miedo a que los demás no entiendan qué historia pretendes contarles. 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Ha muerto Lucien Freud\".\n\nEse ha sido el primer mensaje que he escrito en el ordenador esta mañana. Siempre me preguntan por la edad: qué me importa que tuviera 88 años, este tipo debería haber sido eterno; eterno su cuerpo enjuto y fibroso; eterna, con él, una mujer mostrándole el sexo o tumbada en un sofá, cualquier amiga, su hija. Retratar de la forma en que yo querría: "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1371293772010813319\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1371293772010813319\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1371293772010813319"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1371293772010813319"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/07\/lucien-freud.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELucien Freud\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_MfKTYJAHhaA\/R-wEcNt6aFI\/AAAAAAAABMc\/42bJHltb0Kg\/s72-c\/Untitled-2.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-1315086653483521210"},"published":{"$t":"2011-07-21T20:44:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:13:59.237+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Antígona del siglo XXI"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Festival de Mérida 2011"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Las noches entre las piedras del teatro romano"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Antígona del siglo XXI"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\nNo estoy acostumbrado a trabajar en eventos de este tipo.\n\nEmilio del Valle dirige y escribe, con Isidro Timón. Y crean o recrean un texto de Sófocles con reminiscencias de Esquilo. Blanca Portillo lo dijo: \"Lloré como un bebé\". Y yo, que soy una descreída con lágrimas difíciles, asistía escéptica a los monólogos, a la declaración de intenciones del coro, a las palabras de ese Tiresias "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1315086653483521210\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1315086653483521210\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1315086653483521210"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1315086653483521210"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/07\/antigona-del-siglo-xxi.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EAntígona del siglo XXI\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-6679008239411136125"},"published":{"$t":"2011-07-18T20:34:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-07-18T20:36:08.957+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Barcelona"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Viajes"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"La libreta de Shakespeare"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"12 de junio de 2011 \n\nVuelvo a escribir en la libreta de Shakespeare que me compré hace cuatro años y vuelvo a hacerlo en el aeropuerto de Sevilla. Son las siete y media de la mañana. Mi viaje, mis vacaciones, comenzaron el viernes, con la boda de Charo y Antonio, en el castillo de la Arguijuela, cantando Jai Ho y bailando con una perfección inusitada Cheek to Cheek mientras por detrás, en una "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6679008239411136125\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=6679008239411136125\u0026isPopup=true","title":"2 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6679008239411136125"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6679008239411136125"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/07\/la-libreta-de-shakespeare.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELa libreta de Shakespeare\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/-1c2BVD1rl_c\/TiR68Um1RzI\/AAAAAAAAImo\/J2eRI_oXtQg\/s72-c\/065+Boda.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"2"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-374363245719447292"},"published":{"$t":"2011-07-14T23:22:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-15T13:14:56.002+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Festival de Mérida 2011"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Félix Gómez"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Las noches entre las piedras del teatro romano"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Asteroide 1583 \/ ¿Para qué? \/ Antígona de Mérida "},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\n\nEs un guerrero. Se llama Antíloco, guarda un dolor de cinco mil años y está enamorado. Quiere contar su verdad, lo mismo que la esclava de Andrómaca nos muestra cómo, si somos espectadores, nunca pasa nada.\n\nÚltimamente no paro de ver soldados. En Game of Thrones, por ejemplo. En Antígona de Mérida: nacionales, milicianos. El honor. El dolor. La guerra.\n\nNo sé por qué me gustan tanto las "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/374363245719447292\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=374363245719447292\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/374363245719447292"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/374363245719447292"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/07\/asteroide-1583-para-que-antigona-de.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EAsteroide 1583 \/ ¿Para qué? \/ Antígona de Mérida \u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2614685056433036465"},"published":{"$t":"2011-07-13T09:58:00.010+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-07-13T09:58:00.262+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jmm"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sheet Music"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nHola, Olga.\n\nBuenas, el-más-humano-de-los-replicantes.\n\u0026nbsp;\nHoy hace un año de eso. Durante este tiempo, he aprendido, por él o gracias a él, cuál es la cara de Charles Burns; qué es una prótasis y qué una apódosis; a utilizar varios programas de ordenador y un sistema operativo nuevo; que Santiago García es el Trajano Bermúdez a quien leía tanto de pequeña y que hay quienes montan revistas "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2614685056433036465\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2614685056433036465\u0026isPopup=true","title":"0 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2614685056433036465"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2614685056433036465"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/07\/sheet-music.html","title":"Sheet Music"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"0"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7993557025703921378"},"published":{"$t":"2011-07-07T08:30:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-07-07T08:30:31.102+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Festival de Mérida 2011"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Las noches entre las piedras del teatro romano"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Ya estamos aquí otra vez"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"Ya estamos aquí otra vez.\n\nA las once de la noche, en la puerta de actores, la puerta lateral, con la arena entre las sandalias, los cables por el suelo, los auriculares, te entra o no te entra, el sonido está bajo, qué te ha parecido, cómo la ves... Se suceden los nombres: Calixto Bieito, Mario Gas, Tomaz Pandur (soy yugoslavo y Yugoslavia ya no existe), Blanca Portillo, Rafa Castejón, Julio "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/7993557025703921378\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=7993557025703921378\u0026isPopup=true","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7993557025703921378"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/7993557025703921378"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/07\/ya-estamos-aqui-otra-vez.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EYa estamos aquí otra vez\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8799324667554525854"},"published":{"$t":"2011-06-26T10:38:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-06-26T10:38:54.648+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Cumpleaños"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"35"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\nHoy es mi cumpleaños.\n35.\nEso que está ahí arriba soy yo. Y comienza a gustarme mucho esto de buscar la visión que perdí cuando era niña.\nLlevo celebrando el cumpleaños quince días, de la mejor manera que sé. Con amigos."},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8799324667554525854\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8799324667554525854\u0026isPopup=true","title":"6 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8799324667554525854"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8799324667554525854"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/06\/35.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003E35\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-7eAVSdxrtqw\/TgbvV89k40I\/AAAAAAAAImg\/-SuEdV66ToA\/s72-c\/5809191583_efef0ca48e_z.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-7002188343900315555"},"published":{"$t":"2011-06-06T23:40:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-06-06T23:40:33.612+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Diario de navegante"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"De 2007 a 2011"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\nEn 2007, escribí ocho cosas que no he hecho últimamente o nunca y que me apetecen.\nHe sonreído mucho al verlo. \n\n1.- Vivir completamente sola en un espacio abierto que pueda considerar propio. Y no me refiero a comprar una casa. Yo con un piso amueblado (pero amueblado bien: nada cutre) me conformo.Ya vivo sola, desde hace un par de años. 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En Barcelona está mi más viejo amigo, que no el más antiguo. Le conocí por la red, porque yo a la red nunca le agradeceré lo suficiente algunas cosas, en el mismo tiempo en el que Neno llegó a serlo todo (todas las palabras, todos los libros, todo el cine y todas las ideas) y me dibujó "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/1487114746354994458\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=1487114746354994458\u0026isPopup=true","title":"10 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1487114746354994458"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/1487114746354994458"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/06\/barcelona.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EBarcelona\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1083\/1159214730_bf469890e2_t.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"10"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-6000200633496919906"},"published":{"$t":"2011-05-30T22:59:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-05-30T22:59:19.291+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Carlos de Benito"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"CKDexterHaven"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jmm"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Pertur"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"16"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"De mis 16 recuerdo varias cosas y, salvo una pelea con un profesor que duró todo el año y con el que me reconcilié más tarde, todas tienen que ver con la misma persona. Él de espaldas, mirando unos árboles (la memoria guarda fotografías, no películas): \"qué bonito es esto, qué bonito\". Sonriendo mientras me respondía: -¿qué te estás leyendo? -Las obras completas de William Shakespeare. Tocando la"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/6000200633496919906\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=6000200633496919906\u0026isPopup=true","title":"6 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6000200633496919906"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/6000200633496919906"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/16.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003E16\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/wDQjDIxKeSA\/default.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2800096493804079740"},"published":{"$t":"2011-05-24T20:40:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-05-24T20:40:01.037+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Democracia Real Ya"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Que sí, que yo ya lo sé"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\nQue al final las asambleas se transforman en aparatos, cuajados de estructuras de poder. Que todo movimiento tiene unos líderes. Que el pensamiento único también se filtra en quien quiere ser revolucionario. Que tendemos a imponer nuestras ideas sin escuchar, porque no sabemos escuchar. Que estamos llenos de prejuicios. Que cambiar el mundo es imposible. Y cambiar el sistema quizá también lo "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2800096493804079740\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2800096493804079740\u0026isPopup=true","title":"6 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2800096493804079740"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2800096493804079740"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/que-si-que-yo-ya-lo-se.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EQue sí, que yo ya lo sé\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5029\/5755839786_59b8227888_t.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-4915781265341610521"},"published":{"$t":"2011-05-19T18:47:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-05-24T20:40:48.758+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Democracia Real Ya"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Democracia Real Ya. 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Se confina al ciudadano al "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/4915781265341610521\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=4915781265341610521\u0026isPopup=true","title":"3 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4915781265341610521"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/4915781265341610521"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/democracia-real-ya-y-una-asamblea.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EDemocracia Real Ya. 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Allí, en la calle 73, hay un Alice's Tea Cup que podrá servirle,  quizá, de refugio contra las tormentas. Porque va a haberlas y ella lo  sabe y porque la primera llamada a casa cuando una ha decidido irse seis  meses siempre resulta dura y porque no están los de siempre y...\n\n\n\nSe  dejó el alma en ese lugar hace "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5152634654249122334\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5152634654249122334\u0026isPopup=true","title":"1 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5152634654249122334"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5152634654249122334"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/srta-bradshaw.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ESrta Bradshaw\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5164\/5303262081_ff27a7e5b8_t.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-2645174089072054907"},"published":{"$t":"2011-05-09T17:33:00.001+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-18T21:42:17.759+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Palabras"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sarah Kay"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Sarah Kay y diez cosas que son verdad"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n1.- Que existe al menos una persona encima de la Tierra que no me va a traicionar.\n2.-\u0026nbsp; Que cierta clase de ideología y las personas que la sustentan me dan pavor.\n3.- Que el machismo se interioriza.\n4.- Que escribir me evita los naufragios. O los hace menos malos.\n5.- Que si te metes un pico con aire no te mueres.\n6.- Que no hay nada mítico en cierta clase de misterio.\n7.- Que me"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/2645174089072054907\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=2645174089072054907\u0026isPopup=true","title":"1 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2645174089072054907"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/2645174089072054907"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/sarah-key-y-diez-cosas-que-son-verdad.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ESarah Kay y diez cosas que son verdad\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-8733264368082392784"},"published":{"$t":"2011-05-07T13:59:00.000+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2011-05-07T13:59:21.987+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Nueva York"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Al otro lado"},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\n\nNo voy a encontrarte.\nPero miro tus fotos. Un beso, una caricia, una voz que me gusta como me gustan tus manos.\nHago una lista con todas las cosas que no haré.\nViajaré a dos ciudades buscando rascacielos, una niebla, caminar hacia el agua, un edificio plateado que brilla como brillan los tapacubos de los coches, una cupcake de zanahoria y un parque con tableros de ajedrez.\n\nQuiero cruzar "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/8733264368082392784\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=8733264368082392784\u0026isPopup=true","title":"11 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8733264368082392784"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/8733264368082392784"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/05\/al-otro-lado.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003EAl otro lado\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5286\/5300619491_92a8dcaba1_t.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"11"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1219969600229436592.post-5270140253913684416"},"published":{"$t":"2011-04-25T23:43:00.002+02:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2013-07-18T21:43:44.762+02:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Canonistas"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Fotografía"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Gayolópez"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Gomendio"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Hamilin"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Joan Carles"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jocana"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Neus"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Urko"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Vigape"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Los desconocidos son amigos..."},"summary":{"type":"text","$t":"\nLos desconocidos son amigos a los que nunca nos han presentado.\n\nWalt Whitman.\n\n\n\n\nA mí la gente no me gusta. Así, en general. En grupo pueden producirme auténtico pánico. Pero no se me nota, nunca se me nota, porque hablo mucho para no decir nada y porque, cuando estoy aturullada intentando cuadrar mi idea con la realidad que tengo enfrente, me largo a un bar, me tomo un ron, me tomo otro y se "},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/feeds\/5270140253913684416\/comments\/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/comment.g?blogID=1219969600229436592\u0026postID=5270140253913684416\u0026isPopup=true","title":"9 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5270140253913684416"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/1219969600229436592\/posts\/default\/5270140253913684416"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http:\/\/losviajesquenohice.blogspot.com\/2011\/04\/los-desconocidos-son-amigos.html","title":"\u003Ccenter\u003ELos desconocidos son amigos...\u003C\/center\u003E"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Los viajes que no hice"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/03557904604595169611"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"21","src":"http:\/\/bp1.blogger.com\/_97grC9IwGmQ\/R6ZCYBm5aCI\/AAAAAAAAAAc\/ySuxbCK3gHg\/S220\/Bic+Travel.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http:\/\/farm6.static.flickr.com\/5062\/5654380412_316104c2b2_t.jpg","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"9"}}]}});