<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100</id><updated>2012-01-03T00:58:56.235-03:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Contracultura'/><category term='Lou Reed'/><category term='Costello'/><category term='Literatura'/><category term='Concepción'/><category term='Patti Smith'/><category term='Conexiones'/><category term='Gainsbourg'/><category term='Jean Cocteau'/><category term='Nan Goldin'/><category term='Videos'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Beats'/><category term='Bukowski'/><category term='u'/><category term='Fitzgerald'/><category term='Hunter S. Thompson'/><category term='Velvet Underground'/><category term='Salinger'/><category term='Fotografía'/><category term='Warhol'/><category term='Baudelaire'/><category term='Burroughs'/><category term='Coppola'/><category term='Ginsberg'/><category term='Antonioni'/><category term='Mappelthorpe'/><category term='Bob Dylan'/><category term='Kerouac'/><category term='Godard'/><category term='Dennis Hopper'/><category term='Bowie'/><category term='Cine'/><title type='text'>esto.esta.vacio</title><subtitle type='html'>Contracultura, Cine, Fotografía y Referencias Culturales varias.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-179519470015187017</id><published>2011-05-14T16:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:40:03.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuelve a tener sentido</title><summary type='text'>Esa barrera, rayas rojas y blancas, interponiéndose. Está más cerca de mí. Es mi conciencia que me indica un área que no debo pasar. Sal mientras puedas, porque ya no tiene sentido malgastar tu ánimo, tus emociones, tu mente, tú. Garantiza sufrimiento y aunque puedes tolerarlo, te destruye de todas formas. Sé razonable, ten lucidez y decide lo que es correcto. Ya sabes lo que es. Hazlo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/179519470015187017/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=179519470015187017' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/179519470015187017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/179519470015187017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/05/vuelve-tener-sentido.html' title='Vuelve a tener sentido'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-9116529696931121830</id><published>2011-05-05T10:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:05:29.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>siempre lo ha estado</title><summary type='text'>hoy más que nunca.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/9116529696931121830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=9116529696931121830' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/9116529696931121830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/9116529696931121830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/05/siempre-lo-ha-estado.html' title='siempre lo ha estado'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4986949203096871327</id><published>2011-04-23T14:38:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:48:59.179-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baudelaire'/><title type='text'>La beatriz</title><summary type='text'>137. la beatrizCharles BaudelaireEn cenicientas tierras, sin verdor, calcinadas,Como yo me quejase a la Naturaleza,Y el puñal de mi mente, caminando al azar,Fuese afilando lento sobre mi corazón,Una gran nube oscura, de un temporal surgida,Que albergaba una tropa de viciosos demonios,Semejantes a enanos furiosos y crueles.Se volvieron entonces fríamente a mirarme,Y, como viandantes que se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4986949203096871327/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4986949203096871327' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4986949203096871327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4986949203096871327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-beatriz.html' title='La beatriz'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8618243504452274750</id><published>2011-03-22T02:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T02:24:16.099-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Una noche fresca</title><summary type='text'>Hoy en la noche salí a la calle y estaba el mismo olor que hace justo un año atrás. Se supone es el otoño. Para mí es el comienzo de nuevo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8618243504452274750/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8618243504452274750' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8618243504452274750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8618243504452274750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/03/una-noche-fresca.html' title='Una noche fresca'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TYgw2Mus1SI/AAAAAAAAA8g/oBdrqoFNeB0/s72-c/la_clau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4154992478938110885</id><published>2011-03-14T12:12:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:31:32.957-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Hasta que reviente</title><summary type='text'>Lo vi caminar con la vista perdida, sus manos ocultas y los pies arrastrados, me lo imaginé en un éxtasis, no sé por qué, si su apariencia denotaba todo lo contrario. No había gente en la calle, de manera que estaba a salvo del ridículo; sólo yo, ahí, venía saliendo de mi casa, de lo que estaba pasando en mi cama, saliendo a comprar un desayuno falso para todos. Estábamos a una cuadra de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4154992478938110885/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4154992478938110885' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4154992478938110885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4154992478938110885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/03/hasta-que-reviente.html' title='Hasta que reviente'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tpprOGsLWUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5433393731104340695</id><published>2011-02-25T13:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:46:20.212-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salinger'/><title type='text'>Juro que estoy loco</title><summary type='text'>Holden Caulfield, El Guardian en el Centeno, J.D. SalingerPero les juro que estoy completamente loco. A medio camino, empecé a hacer como si me hubieran encajado un disparo en el vientre. Mauricio me había pegado un tiro. Y yo iba al baño a atizarme un lingotazo de whisky para calmarme los nervios y entrar en acción. Me imaginé saliendo de la habitación con paso vacilante, completamente vestido y</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5433393731104340695/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5433393731104340695' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5433393731104340695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5433393731104340695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/02/juro-que-estoy-loco.html' title='Juro que estoy loco'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3566636060516961047</id><published>2011-02-09T17:16:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:37:23.874-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='u'/><title type='text'>No me importa</title><summary type='text'>Stanley DonwoodMal cuando te dicen algo que te duele y no se dan cuenta. Y uno sólo quería hacer sentir bien al otro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3566636060516961047/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3566636060516961047' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3566636060516961047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3566636060516961047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-me-importa.html' title='No me importa'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TVL5fHPAtlI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ok_2Tne2-pY/s72-c/02_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3745063876308881067</id><published>2011-02-01T12:21:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:31:27.321-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitzgerald'/><title type='text'>Beautiful and Damned</title><summary type='text'>Él  es un prominente escritor y considerado un verdadero genio que escribió  la también considerada única gran novela americana. Ella una chica guapa  de clase media aspirante a artista, quien vivó al borde de la cordura  hasta que finalmente sucumbió frente a ella y murió quemada viva en un  hospital siquiátrico esperando electroshock. Ambos fueron íconos de una  era -él la definía como la era </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3745063876308881067/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3745063876308881067' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3745063876308881067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3745063876308881067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/02/beautiful-and-damned.html' title='Beautiful and Damned'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TUgmk3Mu_LI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/cbE4K3u7bpE/s72-c/fitzgerald_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5947858848016031568</id><published>2011-01-31T10:48:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:07:14.847-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gainsbourg'/><title type='text'>Ah, Melody</title><summary type='text'>Melody Nelson. Unos de los tantos y desaparecidos álbumes conceptuales que han salido en la historia de la música rock/pop. Una historia que ha encantado a generaciones; la relación entre un hombre mayor y una mujer menor. Una situación que ha inspirado fotografía, cine y literatura, sin contar la influencia que ha tenido el disco en otros músicos. Quizás porque contiene implícito lo prohibido -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5947858848016031568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5947858848016031568' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5947858848016031568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5947858848016031568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/01/ah-melody.html' title='Ah, Melody'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cIDuE4U_fZg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7615233152511619156</id><published>2011-01-25T11:17:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:32:59.846-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean Cocteau'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Parce qu'il y a plus d'et plus de miroirs</title><summary type='text'>Abre el espejo y encontrarás un conejo, un teatro abandonado, una pieza subterránea con una pequeña ventana. Entra en él y verás todo al revés, todo de un lado a otro, verás tu propio reflejo, y aunque te quedes atrapado y jamás puedas salir, ese espejo será mi rostro, será el brillo del sol y estará contigo por siempre. El espejo como analogía al desdoblamiento, a la otra personalidad, a la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7615233152511619156/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7615233152511619156' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7615233152511619156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7615233152511619156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/01/parce-quil-y-plus-det-plus-de-miroirs.html' title='Parce qu&apos;il y a plus d&apos;et plus de miroirs'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fKiUTObvcvk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6627493283740297831</id><published>2011-01-21T16:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:34:34.047-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Semiótica</title><summary type='text'>Es como si yo mismo hubiera puesto esa barrera y justo en esa posición.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6627493283740297831/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6627493283740297831' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6627493283740297831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6627493283740297831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2011/01/semiotica.html' title='Semiótica'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TTnd2b2UEYI/AAAAAAAAA6I/mdMbXmKhvFg/s72-c/99320024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5303462982068235053</id><published>2010-12-13T23:53:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:37:20.299-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Reed'/><title type='text'>Noise</title><summary type='text'>No te escucho, no me oyes, no te entiendo, creo que dijiste eso entre líneas, no es imprtante, córtala, no quiero que lo tomes así, te estoy diciendo otra cosa, por favor, ya basta, pero dime. Todas las frases para decir nada, para escapar de ellas, dos sentidos opuestos... ¿Quiénes realmente hablan? Pero hay belleza en el ruido, hay que aceptarlo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5303462982068235053/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5303462982068235053' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5303462982068235053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5303462982068235053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/12/noise.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1728448475763119534</id><published>2010-11-28T18:51:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:37:36.424-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Reed'/><title type='text'>Oh, Honey, it was nice</title><summary type='text'>¿Qué se hace cuando el día tiene un sol encandilante y hasta los pájaros cantan y hay niños jugando el parque ¿Qué se hace en ese caso? Cuando parece que por dentro estuviera todo forrado de hierro oxidado?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1728448475763119534/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1728448475763119534' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1728448475763119534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1728448475763119534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/11/que-se-hace-cuando-el-dia-tiene-un-sol.html' title='Oh, Honey, it was nice'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5307976433079397088</id><published>2010-07-25T18:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:38:03.826-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Cosquillas</title><summary type='text'>Después uno siente como cosquillas en los brazos, la respiración ligeramente agitada, las ganas de retroceder el tiempo y de que nada haya pasado, el lamento desmedido de un pecho apretado por el recuerdo, la angustia de no poder hacer nada al respecto salvo recordar que todo lo que pasó ya no tiene vuelta atrás.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5307976433079397088/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5307976433079397088' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5307976433079397088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5307976433079397088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/07/cosquillas.html' title='Cosquillas'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TEy42HoO3gI/AAAAAAAAA34/kocxMtCOOCg/s72-c/2df9b691-cd68-4737-b866-b59c096fccf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8988594789526812183</id><published>2010-07-06T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T17:47:18.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Own Private Clash</title><summary type='text'>En general no soy así, por lo general me pienso mas conciliador y paciente, pero es inevitable de vez en cuando tirar las mesas por las ventanas y darle un tiro al tele como Elvis y golpear a quien se le ocurra abusar de tu sensatez, romper todo lo que se pueda romper. Yo no exigo nada a los otros, sólo el mínimo de sentido común y conciencia. Se acaba el baile de las máscaras y hablemos con la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8988594789526812183/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8988594789526812183' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8988594789526812183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8988594789526812183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-own-private-clash.html' title='My Own Private Clash'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TDOjibqujYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/YBdYFKrBmiw/s72-c/riot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-383385255773551486</id><published>2010-06-16T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:44:20.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conexiones'/><title type='text'>Hate</title><summary type='text'>http://www.flickr.com/photos/polosur-/4698802792/in/photostream/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/383385255773551486/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=383385255773551486' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/383385255773551486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/383385255773551486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/06/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TBjitlGqrBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/dNcjEDM6YlI/s72-c/control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8951009026844174387</id><published>2010-06-07T10:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:13:38.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Ciudades Asesinas</title><summary type='text'>Han sido extraños estos días. Casa nueva, sin mascota, vivir solo, single, amistades nuevas, y aceptar lo que todo ello trae: ilusiones, desilusiones, desencantos, sorpresas, soledad. El ejercicio de fotografíar ha sido una real tabla de naufragio. Han pasado cosas raras, cosas que pensé no pasarían. Situaciones que ya daba por perdidas, y han ocurrido tan de sorpresa que me han pillado con la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8951009026844174387/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8951009026844174387' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8951009026844174387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8951009026844174387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/06/ciudades-asesinas.html' title='Ciudades Asesinas'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/TA0abIdMW2I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JEP-eymncTg/s72-c/vlcsnap848707pp2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3386778326621116213</id><published>2010-05-24T11:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:58:11.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><summary type='text'>Dalai LamaEste vendria siendo uno de esos momentos en que se retoma. Se vuelve a revisar, a explorar lo que se creía conocido, a anular el efecto del olvido, se vuelve a tomar conciencia. Proceso que he notado, necesita un estímulo gatillador. Por estos días, pequeños detalles cuestionan el modo en que mi vida se está desenvolviendo. Es como sentir que algo anda mal y no sabes muy bien a qué se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3386778326621116213/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3386778326621116213' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3386778326621116213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3386778326621116213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/S_qgRustOWI/AAAAAAAAA2I/XBdA0TmoGtw/s72-c/dalai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8537274658542949154</id><published>2009-07-20T11:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:02:18.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunter S. Thompson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><title type='text'>Hunter S. Thompson</title><summary type='text'>And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of old and evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look west, and with the right kind of eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8537274658542949154/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8537274658542949154' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8537274658542949154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8537274658542949154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/07/hunter-s-thompson.html' title='Hunter S. Thompson'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SmSUSo6cJkI/AAAAAAAAA00/dtCQP_BdJTs/s72-c/hstbefore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1191917507988205057</id><published>2009-06-05T10:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:47:19.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gainsbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conexiones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowie'/><title type='text'>Estreno</title><summary type='text'>Una de las principales ventajas del "fenómeno" internet es su estructura hipertextual, lo que la dota de una capacidad infinita de relaciones en base a citas o referencias. Por mucho tiempo, en esos momentos de vacío, me he dado cuenta de algunas de estas relaciones y hace bastante tiempo que he empezado a descubrir nuevas conexiones referenciales gracias a la cantidad de información que genera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1191917507988205057/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1191917507988205057' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1191917507988205057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1191917507988205057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/06/estreno.html' title='Estreno'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8633397315342178718</id><published>2009-06-05T09:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:42:08.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Te va a mata-ar, te va a mata-ar!</title><summary type='text'>Pura onda. ...Y qué final.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8633397315342178718/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8633397315342178718' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8633397315342178718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8633397315342178718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-va-mata-ar-te-va-mata-ar.html' title='Te va a mata-ar, te va a mata-ar!'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2209973688917684394</id><published>2009-05-22T12:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:38:45.217-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mappelthorpe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Auto</title><summary type='text'>Estos días he estado ocupado en un proyecto de fotografía que -por ahora- involucra el autorretrato. Una modalidad en fotografía que no me es ajena puesto que -a falta de modelos- bueno son los autores. lo que apremia en este minuto es buscar un esquema de iluminación que haga la imagen inetresante visualmente. Es un poco complicado porque el proyecto involucra una sola toma todos los días en un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2209973688917684394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2209973688917684394' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2209973688917684394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2209973688917684394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/auto.html' title='Auto'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2522181738791023874</id><published>2009-05-22T11:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:19:47.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrilla Girls</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2522181738791023874/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2522181738791023874' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2522181738791023874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2522181738791023874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/05/guerilla-girls.html' title='Guerrilla Girls'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/ShbL7kjoq6I/AAAAAAAAAz8/TiyztS_WulI/s72-c/copyrightguerillagirls_advantages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5721496528217213612</id><published>2009-04-02T12:29:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:17:50.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Identificación e imagen</title><summary type='text'>El mundo virtual de internet nos acerca con más precisión a la información que los medios nos entregan, pero no sólo en  lo relativo a la fuente original, sino también a las interpretaciones que de ella surgen. Siendo la mayoría de ellas de carácter personal, en su conjunto, crean una compleja madeja que se ramifica hacia el interior de los temas, generando los vínculos internos que matizan el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5721496528217213612/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5721496528217213612' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5721496528217213612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5721496528217213612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/identificacion-e-imagen.html' title='Identificación e imagen'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SdUWGSrD8UI/AAAAAAAAAzY/nyn1jdUtIQ0/s72-c/ImageLibrary_a_81_Shoes%20ZANI%201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7601826529049914050</id><published>2009-04-02T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:21:02.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>En el MP3 Player #1</title><summary type='text'>Various Artists - The In-Kraut: Hip Shaking Grooves Made in Germany 1966-1974Bajar de Rapidshare</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7601826529049914050/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7601826529049914050' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7601826529049914050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7601826529049914050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/04/en-el-mp3-player-1.html' title='En el MP3 Player #1'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VgPmoZbECZI/SNzV5V8YxKI/AAAAAAAABL0/19DPNGUdfy8/s72-Rc/front.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2891043293737157625</id><published>2009-03-20T09:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:00:57.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warhol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velvet Underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><title type='text'>Femme Fatale</title><summary type='text'>Quizás así vio Warhol a Edie la primera vez.La auténtica Femme Fatale  de la que habla la canción de los Velvet Underground, es Edie Sedgwick, chica socialité que frecuentaba la Factory de Warhol y el mundillo artísitco de la época. Además de ser hija de padres ricos y ser dueña de un considerable atado de problemas siquiátricos, tenía fama de apasionada, pero a la vez, desprendida de las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2891043293737157625/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2891043293737157625' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2891043293737157625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2891043293737157625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/femme-fatale.html' title='Femme Fatale'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/ScObL4KfPSI/AAAAAAAAAyo/KjMAnOgHtj8/s72-c/sedgwick3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6162037153858974778</id><published>2009-03-18T10:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:01:15.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Reed'/><title type='text'>Lou Reed, Vicious, 1974</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6162037153858974778/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6162037153858974778' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6162037153858974778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6162037153858974778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/03/vicious-1974.html' title='Lou Reed, Vicious, 1974'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7678905955517183806</id><published>2009-02-27T09:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:02:06.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>It ain't me, babe</title><summary type='text'>I will only let your downYou say you're lookin' for someoneWho will promise never to partSomeone to close his eyes for youSomeone to close his heartSomeone who will die for you an' moreBut it ain't me, babeNo, no, no, it ain't me babeIt ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.Letra: Bob Dylan (It Ain't me, babe)Foto: Richard Avedon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7678905955517183806/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7678905955517183806' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7678905955517183806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7678905955517183806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-aint-me-babe.html' title='It ain&apos;t me, babe'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SafnHWy_hbI/AAAAAAAAAx8/KjFfskSbBCo/s72-c/bobdylanavedoniu2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5884664279036974866</id><published>2009-02-23T09:16:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:02:36.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><title type='text'>La visita</title><summary type='text'>Esta semana, además de ser la última de las vacaciones, fue especial por varias razones. Una de ellas fue la breve pero agradable visita de mi amiga de años atrás, que entre otras cosas me recuerda y transmite constantemente la mística musical de Concepción en sus mejores años. Constantemente citando músicos y momentos especiales del rock de esta ciudad y de nuestros encuentros con las leyendas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5884664279036974866/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5884664279036974866' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5884664279036974866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5884664279036974866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-visita.html' title='La visita'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SaKTzGrUbEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/O-fg9xY1VWI/s72-c/20080326233923-emociones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1243487288932048480</id><published>2009-02-02T23:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:02:53.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowie'/><title type='text'>Nacido el jueves</title><summary type='text'>Toda mi vida he tratado tanto de hacer lo mejor que puedo con lo que he tenido / Nunca pasó mucho / Algo de mí quedó fuera / Un susurro de esperanza que pareció fallar / Quizás nací fuera de época / Partiendo mi vida en dos.Lánzame mañana / Ahora que tengo la oportunidad / Lánzame mañana / Todo empieza a caer en su lugar / Lánzame mañana / Viendo mi pasado para dejarlo ir / Sólo por tí es que no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1243487288932048480/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1243487288932048480' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1243487288932048480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1243487288932048480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/02/nacido-el-jueves.html' title='Nacido el jueves'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SYem_5Vz-DI/AAAAAAAAAw4/dxyqgKIORMw/s72-c/thursday%20child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-627222494927755464</id><published>2009-01-30T10:36:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:03:21.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowie'/><title type='text'>Ziggy estaba en el bar</title><summary type='text'>Llegar a casa y sentir que no todo está tan bien. Salir de ella buscando nada, pensando y sientiendo que cualquier cosa va ser mejor que quedarse en la oscuridad sentado, analizando algo que no resiste análisis o pensando cómo los problemas responden a la entropía como la suciedad a las partículas de jabón. La noche estaba tibia y caminar me haría bien. Pensé en ir a un bar que respondiera a su </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/627222494927755464/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=627222494927755464' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/627222494927755464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/627222494927755464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ziggy-estaba-en-el-bar.html' title='Ziggy estaba en el bar'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SYMB53eYH3I/AAAAAAAAAwc/AJXlmPMxbIQ/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4389305547265695336</id><published>2009-01-29T15:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:03:34.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><title type='text'>Pequeñas conversaciones de música</title><summary type='text'>Ñam.Este último tiempo y gracias a Felipe, he tenido algunas inquietantes micro conversaciones sobre música cuando se han dado esos momentos psíquicos comunes, en donde la calma parece por fin apoderarse de la mente y el cuerpo está en uno de sus momentos más relajados del día. Aunque no me considero un melómano erudito, debido a mi tendencia pegatina de sentirme adherido a ciertos discos o </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4389305547265695336/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4389305547265695336' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4389305547265695336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4389305547265695336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/01/pequenas-conversaciones-de-musica.html' title='Pequeñas conversaciones de música'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SYHxvWivBFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/4InUG7HIQY0/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4167282319757093725</id><published>2009-01-21T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:25:28.617-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Amor digital</title><summary type='text'>The Specials look up.También se puede hacer un gesto digital cuando no se está cerca de quien se quiere. Obviar los sistemas que pretenden hacerte más social con sólo un clic. Mejor es invertir tiempo en calidad del mensaje más que en abrazos "virtuales". Para la piña-robot. Foto: Vía If Charlie Parker...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4167282319757093725/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4167282319757093725' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4167282319757093725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4167282319757093725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor-digital.html' title='Amor digital'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SXc7fw743XI/AAAAAAAAAwU/-mxbchA0NU0/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5226465841450920419</id><published>2009-01-20T16:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:35:31.158-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Todos pueden ser fotógrafos</title><summary type='text'>Basta una Rolleiflex y un espejo. O cualquier cámara. Podría ser yo o tú. Podría ser yo, una celebridad de mi propia vida (seré siempre el protagonista de mi propia existencia), con una cámara fente al espejo, como ya lo he hecho. Supongo que el resultado sigue siendo el mismo. Un extraño acto donde el que toma la foto está simultáneamente detrás y frente la cámara. Antes era un acto ritual, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5226465841450920419/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5226465841450920419' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5226465841450920419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5226465841450920419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/01/todos-pueden-ser-fotgrafos.html' title='Todos pueden ser fotógrafos'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SXYf00CFRFI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/RkoizcJBZ1k/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4539157793197079130</id><published>2009-01-15T11:49:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:03:58.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godard'/><title type='text'>Ah, Godard</title><summary type='text'>Cállate.Acabo de rsponder en una encuesta para una amiga que unos de los hechos más importantes de los que conozca antes de mi nacimiento, fue la rebelión de mayo del 68 y el cine de godard. ¿Por qué juntos? ¿Por qué?À votre santé. Il fait chaud.La reinvención del cine y de la vida. Dos actos disidentes con resultados históricos. Plantearse la existencia como una corriente descabellada, cotidiana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4539157793197079130/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4539157793197079130' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4539157793197079130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4539157793197079130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/01/ah-godard.html' title='Ah, Godard'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SW9IvAMjRXI/AAAAAAAAAwA/KhSBolrQKyQ/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.gif?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4032278789347821235</id><published>2009-01-06T11:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:04:13.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bowie'/><title type='text'>Yo maté a David Bowie</title><summary type='text'>The Image (1967)Dir. Michael Armstrong                   Vía:: Cinebeats</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4032278789347821235/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4032278789347821235' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4032278789347821235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4032278789347821235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo-mat-david-bowie.html' title='Yo maté a David Bowie'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2617347796192186970</id><published>2008-12-31T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:41:15.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Para fin de año</title><summary type='text'>Una imagen para pensar y pensemos en nuestro sistema. ¡¡¡ Feliz año para todos !!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2617347796192186970/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2617347796192186970' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2617347796192186970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2617347796192186970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-fin-de-ao.html' title='Para fin de año'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SVuEluuS4DI/AAAAAAAAAuY/eW656d8ezgA/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7386497169251806590</id><published>2008-12-21T17:28:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:04:38.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Los tres</title><summary type='text'>Como a los 15 años andaba con la cámara a todos lados. No existían las cámaras digitales en esos años o al menos, no eran accesibles como ahora. Era la época en que Los Tres estaban en la cúspide -en mi opinión- de su carrera. Se presentaban ese día en el gimnasio de la casa del deporte de la Universidad de Concepción. Patudamente entré con mi cámara y les tomé esta foto mientras mi mejor amigo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7386497169251806590/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7386497169251806590' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7386497169251806590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7386497169251806590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/12/los-tres.html' title='Los tres'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SU-QjXYVLyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/6cau9JAMW3s/s72-c/img005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1331815917691665129</id><published>2008-11-20T16:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:05:06.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patti Smith'/><title type='text'>Los amiguitos</title><summary type='text'>Patti Smith y William S. Burroughs, 1977.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1331815917691665129/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1331815917691665129' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1331815917691665129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1331815917691665129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/11/los-amiguitos.html' title='Los amiguitos'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SSW6waVL3hI/AAAAAAAAAsM/riL5T7ErODg/s72-c/smithburroughs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5666083972625151960</id><published>2008-11-20T10:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:20:51.568-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Tu as été bien!</title><summary type='text'>Ayer fue extraño, el día tuvo un poco de importancia con respecto a los otros. Son esos días en que uno presiente a toda hora que una meta no sólo depende de lo que uno haga para lograrla, sino de cómo uno se predispone a actuar por ella, mantener la actitud adecuada. A veces, sólo uno percibe todo ese proceso. Se puede estar "solo" en la victoria y aunque nadie lo note, o aunque la pasen por </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5666083972625151960/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5666083972625151960' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5666083972625151960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5666083972625151960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu-as-t-bien.html' title='Tu as été bien!'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SSViVeF5pcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/iPTe5E8tK8Y/s72-c/fernandel_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5708812644381948641</id><published>2008-11-07T19:49:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:05:32.832-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Wassup Larry</title><summary type='text'>Hace un tiempo ya que sigo las películas de Larry Clark. Todo empezó cuando vi Kids en el cine y supe, a través de revistas especializadas en fotografía contemporánea, que los filmstills o fotogramas de Kids eran subastadas en Sothesby's o positivadas en papel y exhibidas en museos del tipo MoMA. Resulta que primero que cineasta, Larry es fotógrafo y al parecer su reputación es más aceptada como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5708812644381948641/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5708812644381948641' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5708812644381948641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5708812644381948641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/11/wassup-larry.html' title='Wassup Larry'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SRTLqF-QuwI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CphGr_ZuZsg/s72-c/clark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-108017957711186290</id><published>2008-10-25T15:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:06:01.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coppola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Rumble Fish</title><summary type='text'>Esta película de Coppola me recuerda el boom que tuvo el director con las películas de temática adolescente interpretadas por actores jóvenes que una década más tarde llegarían a ser importantes estrellas de la industria del cine. Así lo había hecho antes en Outsiders, donde usó a casi los mismos actores que en Rumble Fish. Lo que me agrada de esta película es que está bañada completamente de un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/108017957711186290/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=108017957711186290' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/108017957711186290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/108017957711186290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/10/rumble-fish_25.html' title='Rumble Fish'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/tobipicassa/SQNWYrvgbEI/AAAAAAAAAqw/HSH7VQJ-hhQ/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1513945028796553595</id><published>2008-10-10T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:06:27.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dennis Hopper'/><title type='text'>The Last Movie</title><summary type='text'>Dennis Hopper.Me parece que esta película de Dennis Hopper, considerada por la crítica de la época como un fracaso absoluto, puede ser vista ahora como un ejemplo auténtico de avant-garde americano. Estamos hablando de lo que alguien llamó por ahí una meta-película. Un viaje fílmico por historias paralelas que se unen y se confunden. La historia de una producción de hollywood , un western, rodado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1513945028796553595/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1513945028796553595' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1513945028796553595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1513945028796553595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-movie.html' title='The Last Movie'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/tobipicassa/SO7kVY9rbTI/AAAAAAAAApY/ncfbkbNuXN0/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6197100716185066978</id><published>2008-09-23T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:06:42.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerouac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Extracto de On The Road</title><summary type='text'>Entonces inciaron su tarea. Se sentaron en la cama con las piernas cruzadas mirándose  directamete uno al otro. Yo me repantigué en una silla cerca de ellos y contemplé todo aquello. Empezaron con un pensamiento abstracto, lo discutieron; se recordaron mutuamente otro punto olvidado en el flujo de acontecimientos; Dean se excusó pero prometió volver a él y desarrollarlo con ciudado y ofrecer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6197100716185066978/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6197100716185066978' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6197100716185066978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6197100716185066978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/09/extracto-de-on-road.html' title='Extracto de On The Road'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SNmiJSDclMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9E_OpZpU4sU/s72-c/ontheroad_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6475560790244417298</id><published>2008-09-22T10:01:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:07:06.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Esto sigue vacío</title><summary type='text'>Pero hoy por hoy las cosas se mueven y empiezan de a poco a prometer algunas cosas. pequeñas cosas, pero no por eso menos significativas. Pasos cortos pero en la dirección correcta. Hay una sensación de avance y un aire a gratificación en cada primer respiro de aire al salir a la calle en la mañana. También un acostarse tranquilo y por fin ese descanso de la conciencia de que finalmente algo está</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6475560790244417298/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6475560790244417298' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6475560790244417298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6475560790244417298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/09/esto-sigue-vaco.html' title='Esto sigue vacío'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SNemA664A7I/AAAAAAAAAmg/rbnSHmXJvpo/s72-c/193973473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8032116729785352084</id><published>2008-04-28T22:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:07:20.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patti Smith'/><title type='text'>Land 250</title><summary type='text'>Resulta que Patti Smith también fotografía y dibuja. Y en febrero la Fundación Cartier exhibió sus fotografías, dibujos y poemas en un trabajo que reúne sus experiencias emocionales desde 1967 al 2007. Todo ese tiempo en que fue pareja del fotógrafo Robert Mapplethorpe y vivió en el mítico Chelsea Hotel, compartiendo con William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg y Sam Shepard, entre otros sujetos íconos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8032116729785352084/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8032116729785352084' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8032116729785352084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8032116729785352084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/04/land-250.html' title='Land 250'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SBaLm8rrJdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zDJyuiu7UmA/s72-c/patti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8920180187006173868</id><published>2008-04-21T12:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:42:07.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>D. A. Pennebaker</title><summary type='text'>Cineasta, ha filmado con su productora numerosos documentales. Muy conocido por aquellos relacionados con la música. Su estilo es el la sencilla técnica de cámara en mano, dejando ver los ajustes de enfoque en ciertas tomas y con una edición que permite entrevistas y una gran cantidad de sonido directo.  Filmó en 1973, con película a color, Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders form Mars, registro de un</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8920180187006173868/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8920180187006173868' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8920180187006173868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8920180187006173868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/04/d-pennebaker.html' title='D. A. Pennebaker'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SAzAOrk9SEI/AAAAAAAAAa0/NV0yCI6edBY/s72-c/SS.ziggystardust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3553401356396183148</id><published>2008-04-17T11:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:07:45.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Dylan'/><title type='text'>Todo sigue igual, pero...</title><summary type='text'>Dylan vino a tocar a Santiago por segunda vez. El lugar era chico y tan lleno no estaba. Al menos no tan lleno como esos apoteósicos conciertos del año 65 en Londres a salón lleno. Estar ahí era como estar viendo una postal sobre el pasado. Una voz que ya no era la de antes, una leyenda muerta representada en alguien vivo. Recuerdo ese artículo de Ariel Dorfmann en La Bicicleta, sobre Nicaragua y</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3553401356396183148/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3553401356396183148' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3553401356396183148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3553401356396183148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/04/todo-sigue-igual-pero.html' title='Todo sigue igual, pero...'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/SAdoj10VrzI/AAAAAAAAAak/zrLR7ncKjFU/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2321818101816741880</id><published>2008-03-27T16:22:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:08:10.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velvet Underground'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Reed'/><title type='text'>El Regalo</title><summary type='text'>EL regaloThe Velvet Underground(White Light/White Heat)Waldo Jeffers había llegado al límite. Era ya mediados de agosto, lo que significaba que había estado separado de Marsha más de dos meses. Dos meses, y todo lo que podía enseñar eran tres cartas manoseadas y dos llamadas de larga distancia muy caras. Cierto, cuando el colegio terminó y ella volvió a Wisconsin y él a Locust, en Pensilvania, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2321818101816741880/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2321818101816741880' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2321818101816741880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2321818101816741880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/03/el-regalo.html' title='El Regalo'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3117692100631479526</id><published>2008-03-19T14:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:08:34.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerouac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>De vuelta al principio</title><summary type='text'>El mundo celebra no se cuantitos años, cincuenta, en realidad,  desde que este par de irresponsbales decidieran irse de paseo juntos a dedo o en auto prestado/robado por la carretera, intercambiando chicas y chicos y fumando yerba y copeteándose de lo lindo. todo con charlie parker y coltrane en vivo de fondo y con esos monumentales carretes en san francisco durante 7 años seguidos. que de ahi a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3117692100631479526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3117692100631479526' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3117692100631479526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3117692100631479526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-vuelta-al-principio.html' title='De vuelta al principio'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/R-FPYcltmDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5Sb7e3h-qZ0/s72-c/2079938927_35cd977e9e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8686762575411381616</id><published>2008-02-06T09:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:43:33.597-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Vergüenza</title><summary type='text'>quieres desparecer por un instante. pero todo el mundo te fuerza a hacerlo antes que tú.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8686762575411381616/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8686762575411381616' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8686762575411381616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8686762575411381616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Vergüenza'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/R6mtwiFkKpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Ls7mYuKr5PY/s72-c/foto_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6718233929293150435</id><published>2007-12-12T15:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:08:59.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Libro</title><summary type='text'>El catálogo de la muestra de Robert Frank en el Bellas Artes valía $10.000.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6718233929293150435/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6718233929293150435' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6718233929293150435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6718233929293150435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/12/libro.html' title='Libro'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/R2AieAqGaOI/AAAAAAAAASA/LPEq5oLqBTY/s72-c/IMG_1583_tapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6157941238464459024</id><published>2007-12-07T13:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:43:55.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Control</title><summary type='text'>La primera película de Anton Corbijn. Fotógrafo dedicado al mundo de la música y mundialmente reconocido desde que empezó a fotografiar a U2 en los 80s durante el album The Joshua Tree. No es una mala película, está basado en el libro Touching from a distance, de Deborah Curtis. Excelente fotografía, pero queda la sensación de que el tema es demasiado grande para una película.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6157941238464459024/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6157941238464459024' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6157941238464459024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6157941238464459024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/12/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6737130524172585295</id><published>2007-12-04T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:50:36.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Things get lost by themselves / Las cosas se pierden por si mismas</title><summary type='text'>Karin Sjömar. Concepción, noviembre 2007.  10x15cm. C-41 print. (Cámara desechable)Things get lost by themselves. you never found them. vanished. is not that you want them to disappear. but they never came back. "never to return again".LAs cosas se pierden por si mismas. nuncas las encuentras. desvanecidas. no es que uno quiera que desaparezcan. pero nunca vuelven. "para nunca más volver".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6737130524172585295/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6737130524172585295' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6737130524172585295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6737130524172585295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/12/things-get-lost-bythemselves-las-cosas.html' title='Things get lost by themselves / Las cosas se pierden por si mismas'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2044/2086855725_cfc3559ef8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-9079900146494926038</id><published>2007-11-28T18:24:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:44:10.760-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Otra de Dijkstra</title><summary type='text'>Rineke Dijkstra. (Dutch, born 1959). Tia, Amsterdam, the Netherlands, 14 November 1994, Tia, Amsterdam, the Netherlands, 23 June 1994. 1994. Chromogenic color prints, 15 3/4 x 11 13/16" (40 x 30 cm).Parte de la colección del MoMa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/9079900146494926038/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=9079900146494926038' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/9079900146494926038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/9079900146494926038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/11/otra-de-dijkstra.html' title='Otra de Dijkstra'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4006105683799431739</id><published>2007-10-09T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:09:31.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bukowski'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Una buena cagada</title><summary type='text'>Tan solo lo haces. No lo piensas. Y es glorioso. Veo caminar gente y nada me dice que voy en la dirección correcta y te veo de repente en mi recuerdo asi que me caigo como un actor. Y todos pasan de largo y sigo creyendo que tiene que haber algo más allá de la indiferencia, sigo buscando mi paciencia, sigo esperando que me guste una nueva canción.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4006105683799431739/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4006105683799431739' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4006105683799431739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4006105683799431739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/10/una-buena-cagada.html' title='Una buena cagada'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8190789140987928954</id><published>2007-09-06T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:56:23.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Efecto dominó (Don't Let Them Kill Us)</title><summary type='text'>Video que incluye imágenes del documental Miss Sarajevo."La idea era simple, en vez de hacer lo que los noticieros hacen , que es entretenerte, quería hacer algo que los noticieros raramente hacen, hacer que a una persona le importe el asunto... Quería que los jóvenes en Europa vieran a la gente en la guerra, no quería que vieran políticos o líderes religiosos o voceros militares."—Bill Carter, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8190789140987928954/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8190789140987928954' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8190789140987928954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8190789140987928954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/09/efecto-domin-dont-let-them-kill-us.html' title='Efecto dominó (Don&apos;t Let Them Kill Us)'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7927389761344124391</id><published>2007-08-21T12:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:10:00.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Reed'/><title type='text'>Descubrimiento</title><summary type='text'>Let me tell you people what i found:I saw my head laughingRolling on the ground!-I'm set free.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7927389761344124391/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7927389761344124391' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7927389761344124391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7927389761344124391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/08/descubrimiento.html' title='Descubrimiento'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RssTmOkNRbI/AAAAAAAAANE/bCVvKFqRO-I/s72-c/290905_lou_reed_280x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4634253338354162794</id><published>2007-07-31T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:10:29.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Gracias, Antonioni</title><summary type='text'>"Si hemos hecho causa común con los jóvenesrebeldes estadounidenses es quizá porque nosha atraído su natural vitalidad animal.Cuando en Chicago ves a jóvenes con mantassobre los hombros y flores en el pelo apaleadospor adultos con casco, es fácil llegar aestablecer una alianza total con ellos, sin reservas."-Michelangelo AntonioniGracias por la poesía.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4634253338354162794/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4634253338354162794' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4634253338354162794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4634253338354162794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/07/gracias-antononi.html' title='Gracias, Antonioni'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7939138278157468694</id><published>2007-07-20T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:10:47.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warhol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Déjame tranquilo, Andy!</title><summary type='text'>Se me perdieron los minutos, esos que me ibn a apermitir todo lo que quiero hacer. son tantas cosas, lo que menos necesito es a alguien que esté apareciéndose en mis sueños, los nocturnos y los de día, alqguien que me esté recordando todo el tiempo que se muere joven siempre y que siempre hay mucho por hacer; eso si es que antes no te meten una bala. hay que hacerlo, pero cómo hacerlo si todo es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7939138278157468694/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7939138278157468694' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7939138278157468694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7939138278157468694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/07/djame-tranquilo-andy.html' title='Déjame tranquilo, Andy!'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RqE1AeRksJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CmYPBGhWRt8/s72-c/warhol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5241987181752814178</id><published>2007-05-10T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:11:13.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patti Smith'/><title type='text'>Burroghs, Warhol &amp; Nico - Chelsea Hotel 1980</title><summary type='text'>Warhol rayando la papa, WSB dibujando y Nico cantando.Todos en el Chelsea Hotel, que grupo más feliz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5241987181752814178/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5241987181752814178' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5241987181752814178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5241987181752814178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/05/burroghs-warhol-nico-chelsea-hotel-1980.html' title='Burroghs, Warhol &amp; Nico - Chelsea Hotel 1980'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8954808268345897722</id><published>2007-05-10T19:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:11:39.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burroughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><title type='text'>What keeps mankind alive?</title><summary type='text'>What keeps mankind alive?Extracto de la Threepenny Opera de Bertolt Brecht.MACHEATH: You gentlemen who think you have a missionto purge us of the seven deadly sins,should first sort out the basic food position,then start your preaching! That’s where it begins.You lot who preach restraint and watch your waist as well,should learn, for once, the way the world is run:However much you twist, whatever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8954808268345897722/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8954808268345897722' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8954808268345897722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8954808268345897722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-keeps-mankind-alive.html' title='What keeps mankind alive?'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1015209278878942397</id><published>2007-05-08T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:17:46.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Amigos de flickr #2</title><summary type='text'>Natalia Gladisheva, de Sn Peterburg, Rusia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1015209278878942397/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1015209278878942397' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1015209278878942397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1015209278878942397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/05/amigos-de-flickr-2.html' title='Amigos de flickr #2'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/417249628_b2f7251b93_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4547876276006431360</id><published>2007-04-25T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:12:12.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godard'/><title type='text'>Bande á part</title><summary type='text'>Band a Part, de Jean Luc Godard, 1964.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4547876276006431360/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4547876276006431360' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4547876276006431360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4547876276006431360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/bande-part.html' title='Bande á part'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Ri-VC9eBO8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/QnPmjCWC6jA/s72-c/bandofoutsiders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1037492265260759493</id><published>2007-04-23T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:12:38.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>El señor maní</title><summary type='text'>Una vieja prueba de impresión de una de las fotos de la exposición Plan B.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1037492265260759493/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1037492265260759493' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1037492265260759493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1037492265260759493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/el-seor-man.html' title='El señor maní'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3309029301276891022</id><published>2007-04-12T12:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:12:55.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Exploración</title><summary type='text'>Exploraciones de gráfica mas fotografía. Toma digital del visor de una Hasselblad 501c.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3309029301276891022/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3309029301276891022' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3309029301276891022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3309029301276891022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/exploracin.html' title='Exploración'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/189/456611933_67ce79a454_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6638869803632743838</id><published>2007-04-10T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:13:35.986-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><title type='text'>Sí, claro.</title><summary type='text'>La información musical corre en Concepción como un río torrentoso. Durante los años '80, la sede local del Instituto Chileno-Británico de Cultura solía ser asaltada por jovencitos con ropa "mod" dispuestos a practicar su inglés con las últimas ediciones de los influyentes semanarios NME y Melody Maker, pilares londinenses para los círculos punk y new-wave. Los Bunkers recuerdan que la llegada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6638869803632743838/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6638869803632743838' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6638869803632743838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6638869803632743838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/04/s-claro.html' title='Sí, claro.'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RhvCHT9uUaI/AAAAAAAAALw/me-A8PZo_u0/s72-c/donoso1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3395280389807789500</id><published>2007-03-26T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:36:18.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>En el discman #3</title><summary type='text'>The Best of LoveLove fue un grupo de rock americano de fines de los 60s y principios de los 70s. Estaban liderados por el compositor y guitarrista Arthur Lee, y el segundo compositor de la banda, el guitarrista Bryan MacLean. Una de las primeras bandas pop multiracial, su música se vio reflejada por multiples influencias, combinando elementos del rock and roll, garage rock, folk, showtunes y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3395280389807789500/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3395280389807789500' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3395280389807789500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3395280389807789500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-el-discman-3.html' title='En el discman #3'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Rgf1uc7f7HI/AAAAAAAAALU/85XuMxbLqvI/s72-c/love-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5800440196522670260</id><published>2007-03-26T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:11:45.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Amigos de Flickr #1</title><summary type='text'>Foto de Clarice,vive en Tokio, Japon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5800440196522670260/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5800440196522670260' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5800440196522670260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5800440196522670260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-flickr-1.html' title='Amigos de Flickr #1'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-454321655511176873</id><published>2007-03-20T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:14:04.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Estoy enfermo</title><summary type='text'>Rolling Stones (Backstage)Foto de Annie LeibowitzPero esta vez en sentido literal. Resfrío.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/454321655511176873/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=454321655511176873' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/454321655511176873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/454321655511176873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/estoy-enfermo.html' title='Estoy enfermo'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4247475550460701539</id><published>2007-03-11T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:57:35.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Por fin</title><summary type='text'>Finalmente nos juntamos. Audioplastica. 2ª sesión.Foto: Shonitz.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4247475550460701539/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4247475550460701539' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4247475550460701539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4247475550460701539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/por-fin.html' title='Por fin'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RfSf76Q12lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XlxtGkmPOBk/s72-c/audioplastica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-8326258545231201998</id><published>2007-03-10T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:11:48.527-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Good time</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/8326258545231201998/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=8326258545231201998' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8326258545231201998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/8326258545231201998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-time.html' title='Good time'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RfNXPKQ12kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dtZB261x8Kc/s72-c/P_on_ice_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2241241817516602265</id><published>2007-03-09T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:11:17.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Limpié mis lentes</title><summary type='text'>Y ahora veo bastante mejor.A mis amigos y amados.A todos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2241241817516602265/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2241241817516602265' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2241241817516602265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2241241817516602265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/limpi-mis-lentes.html' title='Limpié mis lentes'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RfHFN6Q12jI/AAAAAAAAAKs/3tQbu1irpzM/s72-c/su_corrected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6767901498860194452</id><published>2007-03-06T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:28:37.103-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Dolor autocomplaciente</title><summary type='text'>Toma digital del visor optico de Hasselblad 501c</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6767901498860194452/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6767901498860194452' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6767901498860194452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6767901498860194452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/dolor-autocomplaciente.html' title='Dolor autocomplaciente'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Re4EW9LkUCI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1-qxAWEnKmY/s72-c/dolor_2_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1402238688460874520</id><published>2007-03-06T18:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:25:10.160-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><title type='text'>Cocksucker blues</title><summary type='text'>Robert FrankNacido el 5 de noviembre de 1924 en Zúrich, Suiza, es una importante figura estadounidense dentro del ámbito de la fotografía y el cine. Su trabajo más destacado es el libro de fotografía The Americans, publicado en 1958, el cual está fuertemente influenciado por el periodo de la post-guerra, y el cual lo ha llevado a ser considerado como un Alexis de Tocqueville moderno por su visión</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1402238688460874520/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1402238688460874520' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1402238688460874520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1402238688460874520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/cocksucker-blues.html' title='Cocksucker blues'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Re3Z-dLkUAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3pADOTkKnis/s72-c/roll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6000056001215869199</id><published>2007-03-06T17:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:29:56.421-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>En el discman #2</title><summary type='text'>The Velvet Underground, 1969La influencia de The Velvet Underground es casi inabarcable. La banda fue la primera en experimentar directamente con la forma y el ruido dentro de la música pop, incluyendo influencias tomadas directamente de la música clásica contemporánea. Estas influencias llegaron a la banda gracias a John Cale, un discípulo de John Cage que también había sido parte de la Dream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6000056001215869199/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6000056001215869199' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6000056001215869199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6000056001215869199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-el-discman-2.html' title='En el discman #2'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Re3N1dLkT-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/PujQ39q5AA8/s72-c/velvet1967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5520699716016895686</id><published>2007-03-04T05:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T07:38:33.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>No quiero ser grave</title><summary type='text'>Y que las cosas pesen por si solasque caigan conmigo en estruendoy que se deshagan o rompan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5520699716016895686/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5520699716016895686' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5520699716016895686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5520699716016895686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-quiero-ser-grave.html' title='No quiero ser grave'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-512098896650404688</id><published>2007-03-04T04:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:48:52.901-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>SP/WW</title><summary type='text'>Tampoco derramar metros a cada pasoy que las palabras floten sin sentidoque desvanezcan ese  aireque une lo que tiemblay que calla lo que sobra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/512098896650404688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=512098896650404688' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/512098896650404688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/512098896650404688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/spinning-plates.html' title='SP/WW'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7270237137314944822</id><published>2007-03-01T12:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T17:08:50.653-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>En el discman #1</title><summary type='text'>Vampyros Lesbos Sexadelic Dance PartyEn este auténtico score de culto hay de todo: soul,        violines cíngaros, secciones de viento arrasadoras, psicodelia germana o        hindú a cargo de sitares, acid jazz de los sesenta, órganos Hammond... Pura        psicodelia para un disco muy bueno.Ahora está de moda recuperar la figura de uno de los más casposos, delirantes        y lúcidos directores</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7270237137314944822/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7270237137314944822' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7270237137314944822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7270237137314944822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-el-discman.html' title='En el discman #1'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Rebv0phBXII/AAAAAAAAAJg/qO1Y2eIBxgs/s72-c/B000C4A1CG.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4892310150677262573</id><published>2007-02-28T11:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:08:57.945-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><title type='text'>Warhol vacío</title><summary type='text'>    1966                  PREGUNTA: Lo noto nervioso. No tema.      WARHOL: Bueno, no. No es eso. Es sólo que no puedo, ummmmmm. Estoy resfriado. Y no, uh, puedo, uh, pensar en nada. Sería tan agradable si usted me dijera las respuestas para que yo las repita después de las preguntas. Eso sería lo mejor; porque yo siempre estoy tan vacío que no tengo nada que decir. Siempre he sentido que mis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4892310150677262573/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4892310150677262573' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4892310150677262573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4892310150677262573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/warhol-vaco.html' title='Warhol vacío'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/ReWau5hBXHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cF-HZssjdqo/s72-c/velvet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2507181367755968268</id><published>2007-02-27T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:26:56.128-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><summary type='text'>Robert FrankUS. 285 - Nuevo Mexicodejo que mi cuerpo calleun silencio que vienede un baño abandonadose presenta solemneante mino hay minutosni horassolo estarel ruido de una maquinalejos lejos lejosentra lento en mi cabezaperdiendose al fondo del sueñodonde estoy de pieen un blanco inmensodecido avanzarsin direccionmis brazos cuelgande mi llantoy todo empieza de nuevo(Looking forward)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2507181367755968268/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2507181367755968268' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2507181367755968268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2507181367755968268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/ReSOuphBXFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/5La7XHbMuEk/s72-c/rfrank08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5467447487149664373</id><published>2007-02-27T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T13:48:54.464-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Memo from Turner</title><summary type='text'>Mick Jagger y James Fox en Performance, 1968/70.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5467447487149664373/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5467447487149664373' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5467447487149664373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5467447487149664373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/memo-from-turner.html' title='Memo from Turner'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2841439021848981264</id><published>2007-02-27T11:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:52:33.093-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Anna Karina</title><summary type='text'>Musa de Godard.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2841439021848981264/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2841439021848981264' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2841439021848981264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2841439021848981264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/anna-karina.html' title='Anna Karina'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/ReRFJZhBXEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/y4KNUb6qXI8/s72-c/Photo_-_orange_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4949646089087951069</id><published>2007-02-27T11:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:27:07.756-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Nico</title><summary type='text'>Nico con los brazos en alto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4949646089087951069/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4949646089087951069' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4949646089087951069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4949646089087951069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/nico.html' title='Nico'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/ReQ_VphBXBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wzd_ietXqRM/s72-c/Nico-Imnotsaying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-7664077941189340559</id><published>2007-02-26T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:30:18.517-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Gracias</title><summary type='text'>Gracias, amigos, por hacer de esas pequeñas visitas un respiro de risa y realidad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/7664077941189340559/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=7664077941189340559' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7664077941189340559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/7664077941189340559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/gracias.html' title='Gracias'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-775923349698625890</id><published>2007-02-23T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:06:53.647-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Attracted to light/ Structure of thought</title><summary type='text'>Doug &amp; Mike StarnAttracted to light #4Doug &amp; Mike StarnAttracted to light #10Doug &amp; Mike StarnStructure of ThoughtDoug &amp; Mike StarnStructure of Thought #1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/775923349698625890/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=775923349698625890' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/775923349698625890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/775923349698625890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/attracted-to-light-structure-of-thought.html' title='Attracted to light/ Structure of thought'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Rd8qajoixmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/03bAejL7Cdk/s72-c/dms2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6503232219403051192</id><published>2007-02-23T09:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:48:45.384-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Feliz cumpleaños</title><summary type='text'>Nos vemos en tu casa mañana.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6503232219403051192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6503232219403051192' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6503232219403051192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6503232219403051192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/feliz-cumpleaos.html' title='Feliz cumpleaños'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/Rd7igDoixlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n1BJnUsJFDk/s72-c/maca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1562984979291396584</id><published>2007-02-21T16:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:20:34.226-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Tomando nota</title><summary type='text'>Radiohead - How to disappear completelyThat thereThats not meI goWhere I pleaseI walk through wallsI float down the liffeyIm not hereThis isnt happeningIm not hereIm not hereIn a little whileIll be goneThe moments already passedYeah its goneAnd Im not hereThis isnt happeningIm not hereIm not hereStrobe lights and blown speakersFireworks and hurricanesIm not hereThis isnt happeningIm not hereIm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1562984979291396584/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1562984979291396584' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1562984979291396584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1562984979291396584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/tomando-nota.html' title='Tomando nota'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3332296292045338121</id><published>2007-02-20T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:23:43.397-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Nina</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3332296292045338121/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3332296292045338121' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3332296292045338121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3332296292045338121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/nina.html' title='Nina'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2064493405912684088</id><published>2007-02-14T18:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:49:35.143-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Mas Goldin</title><summary type='text'>Más fotos de Nan Goldin.Jimmy Paulette on David Armstrong bike, NYC, 1991.At he bar, bangkok, 1992.Clemens apretando el pezón de Jens, Paris, 2001.Trixie on the Cot, NYC, 1979.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2064493405912684088/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2064493405912684088' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2064493405912684088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2064493405912684088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/mas-goldin.html' title='Mas Goldin'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RdN7izoixkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vP89QB0unxE/s72-c/Goldin_JimmyPaulette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3972709895794080124</id><published>2007-02-13T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:00:43.903-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Aburrido</title><summary type='text'>Ni siquiera tengo algo que escribir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3972709895794080124/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3972709895794080124' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3972709895794080124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3972709895794080124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/aburrido.html' title='Aburrido'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RdIWVjoixgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/K496dz3yMaM/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3959305066351052692</id><published>2007-02-13T11:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:16:21.775-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Under my thumb</title><summary type='text'>Stones fan.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3959305066351052692/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3959305066351052692' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3959305066351052692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3959305066351052692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/under-my-thumb.html' title='Under my thumb'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RdHI2DoixfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UivrpvqJ16g/s72-c/under.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-4148695077257297603</id><published>2007-02-10T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:01:53.158-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Mapas</title><summary type='text'>Pack up;I’m straight;Enough;Oh say, say, say;you'llOh say, say, say;you'llOh say, say, say;you'llOh say, say, say;you'llOh say, say, say you'llWait, they don’t love you like I love you;Wait, they don’t love you like I love you;Ma-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-aps;Wait! They don’t love you like I love you.Made off;Don’t stray;Well, my kind’s your kind;I’ll stay the same!Pack up;But Don’t stray;Oh say, say, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/4148695077257297603/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=4148695077257297603' title='5 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4148695077257297603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/4148695077257297603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/mapas.html' title='Mapas'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-3634258961521412817</id><published>2007-02-08T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:51:10.400-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Transparente</title><summary type='text'>  LA MUJER TRANSPARENTETu voz era una bebida que yo sorbía silenciosoante las miradas asombradasun pájaro de luzsalió de tu cuerpo transparentepájaro de luzinstante que revoloteaa una velocidad vertiginosaatravesando calles y callespersiguen tu cuerpo que huye¿cuándo podrás alejar a la jauría enloquecida?desamparadate has destrozado al caerlos restos de tu cuerpo se arrastran por todos los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/3634258961521412817/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=3634258961521412817' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3634258961521412817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/3634258961521412817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/transparente.html' title='Transparente'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RcuZazoixeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aV-jkypMQXw/s72-c/polera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6444837564185303570</id><published>2007-02-06T17:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:51:31.291-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Jimi en Rainbow Bridge</title><summary type='text'>Rainbow Bridge fue un concierto de Jimi Hendrix sin promocionar en un campo, a 3000 metros de altura en las llanuras del monte Haleakala en la isla de Maui en Hawaii. Una pequeña aduciencia de unos cientos de hippies, surfistas y estudiantes aparecieron porque se rumoreaba que Hendrix iba a tocar un concierto gratuito para una película que Chuk Wein estaba dirigiendo. También se rumoreaba que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6444837564185303570/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6444837564185303570' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6444837564185303570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6444837564185303570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/jimi-en-rainbow-bridge.html' title='Jimi en Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-1317334225324809542</id><published>2007-02-05T08:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:23:32.430-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><title type='text'>Mezcal</title><summary type='text'>En Puerto Varas me hice amigo de un gringo BEAT que viajó en moto desde Colorado (USA) a Chile, ring a bell?. Hablamos de libros, de carreteras, de placeres y temores, de drogas y del mundo. Tenía esta teoría que hablaba de juntar a todos los científicos del mundo para hacer el primer ser humano en miniatura, asi, podríamos vivir, cuando todos seamos minúsculos, mucho más tiempo en la tierra con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/1317334225324809542/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=1317334225324809542' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1317334225324809542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/1317334225324809542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/mezcal.html' title='Mezcal'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RcccME8_jQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jwTJmr01vDY/s72-c/bowden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-5874655368313050114</id><published>2007-02-05T08:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:14:41.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patti Smith'/><title type='text'>G-l-o-r-i-a</title><summary type='text'>Here she comesWalkin down the streetHere she comesComin through my doorHere she comesCrawlin up my stairHere she comesWaltzin through the hallIn a pretty red dressAnd oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fineAnd I got this crazy feeling that Im gonna ah-ah make her mine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/5874655368313050114/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=5874655368313050114' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5874655368313050114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/5874655368313050114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/g-l-o-r-i.html' title='G-l-o-r-i-a'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2795838833756859394</id><published>2007-02-05T08:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:20:12.248-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Vacaciones</title><summary type='text'>De viaje al sur. Una imagen que se repitió durante tres días.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2795838833756859394/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2795838833756859394' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2795838833756859394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2795838833756859394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/vacaciones.html' title='Vacaciones'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RccVEE8_jOI/AAAAAAAAAFA/osougsEXqIA/s72-c/IMG_0344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-6919458233591523124</id><published>2007-02-02T11:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:15:37.661-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginsberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contracultura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concepción'/><title type='text'>Allen, Allen...</title><summary type='text'>Allen GinsbergAllen Ginsberg en ChilePor Vadim VidalEn esa época, en Chile era usual que las universidades realizaran congresos durante el verano. Programado entremedio de un congreso de Psicoanálisis en la Universidad de Chile, y otro de escritores chilenos en la de Valparaíso, el "Primer Encuentro de Escritores Americanos" en la Universidad de Concepción fue la razón de la visita ginsbergiana. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/6919458233591523124/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=6919458233591523124' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6919458233591523124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/6919458233591523124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/allen-allen.html' title='Allen, Allen...'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9eaMRJ7L5Hw/RcepHU8_jRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_ImMDd-Zn2I/s72-c/biggins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618725659706788100.post-2783228079332154988</id><published>2007-02-01T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:08:00.792-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Pete Doherty</title><summary type='text'>Pete Doherty por Robert MapplethorpeGracias por la música es una muestra de interfaces entre las artes visuales y la música rock, principalmente salida de las drogas y protagonozada por guitarras. Ni un saxofón ni cantante sensible con barba.  Está curada por Johhannes Fricke Waldthausen y y se lleva a cabo en Spruth Magers Lee hasta septiembre, presentando a nombres estelares como Liam GIllick, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/feeds/2783228079332154988/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618725659706788100&amp;postID=2783228079332154988' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2783228079332154988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618725659706788100/posts/default/2783228079332154988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estoestavacio.blogspot.com/2007/02/pete-doherty.html' title='Pete Doherty'/><author><name>Raymundo Tristán</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404019262442253022</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
