tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78542706278620104942012-02-16T12:17:11.033-08:00Experiencias de Tita Tagliani y Silvia CastroSilvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-84846720928190298272010-05-02T15:00:00.000-07:002010-05-02T16:08:35.391-07:00<embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=es&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flejanaeslareinay%2Falbumid%2F5466791328096951217%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Des" height="533" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="800"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-8484672092819029827?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-68850987667447624552010-04-09T20:51:00.001-07:002010-04-09T20:52:15.681-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/S7_1sUFgkgI/AAAAAAAALHY/1NCjOZkrP9A/s1600/la+mujer+de+shakespeare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/S7_1sUFgkgI/AAAAAAAALHY/1NCjOZkrP9A/s640/la+mujer+de+shakespeare.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-6885098766744762455?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-69643321570783044312010-04-08T16:09:00.000-07:002010-05-02T16:15:44.722-07:00<div style="color: #990000; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Caliban</span></b></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>El deseo fabrica espejos entre el monstruo y su otra mitad.&nbsp;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>De esa ficción, nacen calibanes y princesas. Su danza es el reflejo.&nbsp;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Canibalismos de la luz,&nbsp;</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>balbuceos de las sombras, aberración.</i></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br />milanesa querida con papas al hor/<br /><br />no temas que no / temas que no / somos una is/<br /><br />la que no somos me late en el exilio<br /><br /><br />somos dos / en una de ésas te cuesta comprenderte / prenderte / de memoria/<br /><br />me rumiás / milanesita, me moría/<br /><br />mos mordíamos las costas y estabas a punto<br /><br /><br />o no estamos / gestamos lo que late debajo de la ma/<br /><br />no temas mi niña / no<br /><br />mirá para el lado del mar y no veas<br /><br /><br />te lo pido por/ pido por tu reino de los vi/<br /><br />dos olvidos / somos dos y muy así / nadas<br /><br />hacinadas entre trastos de esperar / porque era de esperar<br /><br /><br />te miran/ damita / Miranda / dame tu doble/ tu doblez da tu mier/<br /><br />luza con puré de miér/ dame luz o dame leche de sirena /<br /><br />milagrito / la grito / la mía cortada / lamía su puré / esa pureza<br /><br /><br />cortada por la parte sana / lo sana que fuiste /<br /><br />lozana te fuiste por tu parte / mirándome en tu canto<br /><br /><br />¿qué parte / sirena? / ¿la parte del padre?<br /><br />¿qué muda sus piernas por palabra / por palabra dijiste? /<br /><br />¿qué dije te cuelga? / ¿el anzuelo que suelo dejar?<br /><br /><br />abrazo tu leña / te llevo te trai/ ciona la sangre /<br /><br />tracción / atracción a la sangre / succiona la madera / duradera<br /><br /><br />tu velo cuidado tus / liebres congeladas / heladas /<br /><br />te miran son ojos / arrojo tus liebres / de a dos / al calor<br /><br /><br />para que calles / encalles / transito mi cal /<br /><br />mi cali/ van calientes y libres mirando / libando tu miel en pedazos /<br /><br />son de pan con manté /<br /><br />nganla en piernas / abiertas así / van<br /><br />calíban detrás<br /><br />lo proclive a la/ libe a la reina la lengua /<br /><br />madre /nalina / coralina / alejandrina / con gel/ latina de dios / de dos lenguas<br /><br /><br />blanca blanca tez / taruda / dura de rotés / rebosante de harina de /ditos cur/ vos<br /><br />embudo de tragar / de vomitar<br /><br /><br />chupás sólo la punta / apunta<br /><br />sos vos/ no vale / tiene que podérsete meter/<br /><br />que te entre en la cabeza / la cabeza la cabés / cuando querés<br /><br /><br />y así no vale no / separa la paz del triste ni la / para la paja / la paz de los muer/<br /><br />tos/ siendo abrigo como vos / muertos que son como madre<br /><br /><br />como merduza con pudrer<br /><br />como pálmitos / vólmitos / naúseas / búceos / súrfeos<br /><br />en la nata de la sopa / papá coméme / y ya no me robes más<br /><br /><br />el plato vasí/ ja ja / jamás lavás los platos si/ no pagás los platos ro/<br /><br />tos / tos atorate mirá / mi deseo tu/ curva que pica/<br /><br /><br />Miranda mejora de lo suyo / yo / tomando las focas de nadar / y da<br /><br />brazadas/ abrasadas / alzada<br /><br />la mano / la símbola de dar<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="color: #990000; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">La tragedia de Titania</span></b></div><br />1<br /><br />Titania descubre las propiedades del jabón<br />y queda en blanco<br /><br />la espuma crece en las comisuras del reino<br /><br />baila<br /><br />2<br /><br />escribe con un pie<br />la palabra corte<br />la palabra favorita<br />la palabra paje<br />la palabra azul<br /><br />todo gesto acaba en las esposas<br /><br />en el reino de las letras de molde<br />la sangre golpea para entrar<br /><br />la palabra muñeca <br />late en el otro <br /><br />3<br /><br />la pérdida de pie es <br />la vestimenta de la danza<br /><br />hablar con propiedad deja al desnudo<br />la escritura de sus manos<br /><br />a duras penas golpean<br />a duras penas alejan<br />a duras penas aplauden en el aire<br /><br />a este paso<br />no se le van a caer los anillos<br /><br />4<br /><br />por el ojo de un anillo entran muchas cosas<br />el filtro de Puck<br />las ilusiones<br /><br />pero no cabe<br />en la cabeza de un burro <br />la corona de flores<br /><br />5<br /><br />el filtro traspasa el hueco <br />por donde mira el anillo<br /><br />la vara <br />que mide los pasos <br />cuando la magia evita estrellarse<br /><br />6<br /><br />los pasos se funden <br />con las huellas de los dientes<br /><br />no hay metal que resista<br />las espuelas de los dedos <br /><br />los grillos <br />entrechocan sus oros<br /><br />7<br /><br />trastabillar es un arte milenario<br />digno de inmortales <br />que muerden el polvo<br /><br />Titania no quiere tomar el poder<br />el poder <br />se hace el burro con ella<br /><br />los anillos sólo salen con agua de jabón<br /><br />8<br /><br />Titania se queda pegada <br />como los niños a los patos <br /><br />en la caricia<br />las plumas flotan<br />entre picos blandos<br /><br />rodeados<br /><br />estamos rodeados de filtros de amor<br /><br />9<br /><br />como las hadas montan<br />sus estrellas de alguacil<br /><br />como los alguaciles montan al agua<br />para poblar el desierto<br /><br />cada anillo trae montado <br />su burro de desdichas<br /><br />las coronas son para la muerte<br />el poder adorna lo que dejó de ser<br /><br />10<br /><br />no puede escribir con la otra<br />lo que borró la mano<br /><br />callar <br />el estruendo de los grillos<br /><br />Titania tiene entre manos <br />el aplauso detenido en la otra<br /><br />11<br /><br />un bosque de barrotes helados<br />tracciona las alas<br />y las vuelve de metal<br /><br />Titania<br />Titania<br />no dejes de aplaudir<br /><br />las falanges sueltan alaridos de celda<br /><br />12<br /><br />estibada en la corte <br />desata<br />el torniquete de sus garras<br /><br />siente volando <br />todas las jaulas de sus dedos<br /><br />los pajes se posan <br />en alambre de fardo <br /><br />esas huellas no pueden<br />borrarse con jabón<br /><br />15<br /><br />la espuma crece con el valor<br />valor, Titania<br /><br />en el lugar <br />donde germinan las abrazaderas<br />no todas las cabezas ruedan igual<br /><br />por eso hay<br />una corona para cada soberana<br /><br />la suerte es feérica <br />por dentro y por fuera<br /><br />Titania habita y rodea <br />la burbuja real<br /><br />resbala en el jabón<br />y baila<br />baila<br />baila<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-6964332157078304431?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-21603427301236798492009-11-30T06:08:00.000-08:002009-11-30T06:08:00.034-08:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="800" height="533" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=es&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flejanaeslareinay%2Falbumid%2F5408875747989428481%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Des" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-2160342730123679849?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-47754142284994470432009-11-07T06:49:00.000-08:002009-11-07T06:49:01.044-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SvWIp1Bg4MI/AAAAAAAAISc/0XtUgEe2V5M/s1600-h/la+selva+fr%C3%ADa+flier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SvWIp1Bg4MI/AAAAAAAAISc/0XtUgEe2V5M/s640/la+selva+fr%C3%ADa+flier.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-4775414228499447043?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-33254735999970103472009-06-06T12:30:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:31:20.284-07:00<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOwaDyqPTNo&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KOwaDyqPTNo&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-3325473599997010347?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-24728375749374514972009-06-06T12:28:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:29:43.113-07:00<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qtGnQkj7g0&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4qtGnQkj7g0&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-2472837574937451497?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-9530235743701104382009-06-06T12:27:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:28:13.059-07:00<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/euN2wRTWhWQ&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/euN2wRTWhWQ&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-953023574370110438?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-9521818004631870302009-06-06T12:25:00.000-07:002009-06-06T12:26:33.025-07:00<object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qkgzkr-2lw8&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qkgzkr-2lw8&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-952181800463187030?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-41516526911019067382008-09-06T08:42:00.000-07:002008-09-06T16:27:59.115-07:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AG9devYNIvY&amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></p><p><strong>Textos del río<br /></strong><br />I<br /><br />en el filo del hacha asoman<br />las patas cortas de la profundidad<br /><br />una red de madera flota<br />y se sumerge<br />para tomar del agua<br />su respiración<br /><br />de un cabello del río<br />penden los palafitos<br /><br />peces de madera<br />con su ropa tendida<br /><br />techos del río<br />donde se apoyan<br />los humos del hombre<br /><br /><br />II<br /><br />no nacemos con el mismo agua que morimos<br /><br />las hachas comen con sal<br />la confianza del árbol<br /><br />ahora que perdimos la inocencia<br />sus valvas abiertas nos cubren<br /><br />es preciso remontar<br />río arriba<br />el brillo del metal<br /><br />el filo es nuestra carta de navegación<br /><br />sólo la lluvia devuelve al agua<br />lo que es del agua<br /><br /><br />III<br /><br />el río no crece con agua limpia<br /><br />la noche<br />borra toda diferencia<br /><br />estoy pensando en los cardos<br /><br />de noche<br />todos los gatos son cardos<br /><br />el cardo no hace sombra<br />rueda como un río<br />delante del hogar<br /><br />pero el hogar es transitorio<br />somos del agua<br /><br />nuestros afluentes van a dar<br />a la cuenca del ojo<br /><br />un felino que se estira<br />entre el pasado y el sueño<br /><br />ahora mismo<br />miro tu mano tirando cardos al fuego<br /><br />todavía falta una eternidad<br />o varias<br />para llegar al delta<br /><br />la tierra se ovilla en las manos del agua<br /><br />los náufragos evitan los botes de la despedida<br />un río se devuelve como se encontró<br />lleno de gatos mojados</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-4151652691101906738?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-21214785270356969322008-08-23T06:34:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:42:51.299-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLATxcHNXPI/AAAAAAAACqw/oP4LAEQAhQM/s1600-h/Detenida+en+el+espacio.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237708106712833266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLATxcHNXPI/AAAAAAAACqw/oP4LAEQAhQM/s320/Detenida+en+el+espacio.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Esta perfo fue compuesta a partir de los textos "Glacé Real" y "Las Fotos tomadas con su Laica" (ver textos abajo). A diferencia de otras oportunidades, a la danza de Tita se sumó la participación de Silvia en la voz y toma de fotografías.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-2121478527035696932?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-59148082159226769932008-08-23T06:28:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:32:16.760-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAQvZwBkzI/AAAAAAAACqo/ENyRDjI_CLU/s1600-h/DSCF2497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237704773184099122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAQvZwBkzI/AAAAAAAACqo/ENyRDjI_CLU/s320/DSCF2497.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-5914808215922676993?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-46015993621076659172008-08-23T06:23:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:26:53.829-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAPkF5yfFI/AAAAAAAACqg/Ud15ViCyRw4/s1600-h/tita.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237703479366155346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAPkF5yfFI/AAAAAAAACqg/Ud15ViCyRw4/s320/tita.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-4601599362107665917?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-87213255379834090632008-08-23T06:16:00.000-07:002008-08-23T06:18:58.960-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAOERKMDBI/AAAAAAAACqY/MgvwXncKKAQ/s1600-h/glacé+real.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237701833120287762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAOERKMDBI/AAAAAAAACqY/MgvwXncKKAQ/s320/glac%C3%A9+real.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-8721325537983409063?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-50506264111228551022008-08-23T05:57:00.001-07:002008-09-08T15:01:20.096-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAL7pLJdFI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Dg5jiY1L3uE/s1600-h/snowglobe+perrito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237699485924684882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAL7pLJdFI/AAAAAAAACqQ/Dg5jiY1L3uE/s320/snowglobe+perrito.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(Un pisapapeles es un objeto de poco valor. La falta de valor resta solidez a los objetos. El mundo se reduce a su mínima expresión, cabe en una mano. El blanco se funde con el acto de arrojar. Arrojar nieve sobre el propio rostro para que el fondo blanco permita ser reconocido. La vida polar es apacible hasta que vuelve la tormenta).<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Glacé real<br /></span><br />una vez que crecemos<br />ya nada vuelve a ser<br />una bola de nieve<br /><br />en el interior del vidrio<br />lo que se rompe<br />es la temperatura de las cosas<br /><br />no medimos siempre lo mismo<br />somos parte de la tempestad<br />partículas inestables<br /><br />una cobertura cristalina<br />nos aumenta el tamaño<br /><br />el frío nos hace perder<br />la verdadera dimensión<br />pero crecemos<br /><br />la lente de la gravedad<br />nos lleva al fondo<br />de nuestros paisajes<br /><br />declaramos por los perros<br />que no saben hablar<br />pero tiran del trineo<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8pr0wL49F8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o8pr0wL49F8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-5050626411122855102?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-31921851862713305352008-08-23T05:33:00.000-07:002008-08-23T05:49:02.670-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAEi07b-qI/AAAAAAAACqI/-Ju6Drpc5FY/s1600-h/Laica+b.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237691363001891490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLAEi07b-qI/AAAAAAAACqI/-Ju6Drpc5FY/s320/Laica+b.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />(Laica surgió de una errata producida en la crítica del libro Los Estantes Vacíos, del bahiense Ignacio Molina, una de esas curiosidades del azar que nos llevan a escribir. Con el tiempo, se transformó en una perfo con danza, voz, y toma directa en tiempo real)<br />En Abril fue presentada en las Conversaciones de Otoño 2008, encuentro binacional organizado por Chelo Candia, en General Roca, Río Negro.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">Las fotos tomadas con su Laica<br /></span></strong><br />Yo tengo una perra con un solo ojo<br />como la de Cartier Bresson.<br /><br />Ella no captura el instante<br />sino la mitad del instante.<br /><br />Por ejemplo, tus manos en alto<br />se vuelven una sola mano<br />que muestra la palma.<br /><br />Yo te apunto con mi Laica.<br /><br />Ella le ladra al futuro<br />que pasa por tu mano.<br /><br />Es un viaje del azar que no se detiene con Dios.<br /><br />Tu mano se ha vuelto inmortal<br />y yo vivo en la mitad de tu vida.<br /><br />Estás detenido en el espacio.<br /><br />Laica te mira a través de la burbuja de vidrio.<br />Vamos a casa, te dice.<br />No todos los perros van al cielo.<br /><br />La burbuja brilla como la aureola de un santo.<br />Pero es sólo casualidad.<br />No se puede rezar con una mano sola.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-3192185186271330535?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-82790661674421529452007-07-22T19:22:00.000-07:002008-08-24T08:14:13.228-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLF6uiPGxBI/AAAAAAAACuU/VLEB583eWH4/s1600-h/P+y+otros+L.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238102781491332114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/SLF6uiPGxBI/AAAAAAAACuU/VLEB583eWH4/s320/P+y+otros+L.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>20 y 27 de Junio<br />21 y 25 de Julio</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-8279066167442152945?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-88535655569520318642007-07-22T19:17:00.000-07:002009-06-06T13:24:57.972-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqQQjrdhJrI/AAAAAAAAADA/_hWmc31mwjo/s1600-h/Plano+General.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090211683983500978" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqQQjrdhJrI/AAAAAAAAADA/_hWmc31mwjo/s320/Plano+General.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Adriano Duarte - ARREPENTIMIENTOS<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-8853565556952031864?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-67158318293600473292007-07-22T19:13:00.000-07:002007-07-22T19:17:42.494-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqQPoLdhJqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2vhZCtAL4y8/s1600-h/Adriano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090210661781284514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqQPoLdhJqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2vhZCtAL4y8/s320/Adriano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-6715831829360047329?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-7728923010920702652007-07-22T18:27:00.000-07:002007-07-22T18:39:12.816-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqQFZ7dhJpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q3wPfJkglq0/s1600-h/Movida1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090199421851870866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqQFZ7dhJpI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q3wPfJkglq0/s320/Movida1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-772892301092070265?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-78875637090414159232007-07-22T16:57:00.000-07:002009-06-06T13:25:58.411-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPwbLdhJoI/AAAAAAAAACo/nPdQslNlEc4/s1600-h/N%C3%83%C2%ADtida4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090176353582524034" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPwbLdhJoI/AAAAAAAAACo/nPdQslNlEc4/s320/N%C3%ADtida4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Silvia Castro - LA SELVA FRÍA<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-7887563709041415923?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-15667264209866250592007-07-22T16:50:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:57:22.777-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPutbdhJnI/AAAAAAAAACg/8FcXLd-Wl-o/s1600-h/NÃ&shy;tida2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090174468091881074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPutbdhJnI/AAAAAAAAACg/8FcXLd-Wl-o/s320/N%C3%ADtida2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-1566726420986625059?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-5146338991706015572007-07-22T16:40:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:49:27.426-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPsordhJmI/AAAAAAAAACY/k93K6i0hWLs/s1600-h/NÃ&shy;tida3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090172187464246882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPsordhJmI/AAAAAAAAACY/k93K6i0hWLs/s320/N%C3%ADtida3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-514633899170601557?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-62046164633071244042007-07-22T16:32:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:39:55.515-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPqj7dhJlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2c-4Dk56Esg/s1600-h/NÃ&shy;tida1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090169906836612690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPqj7dhJlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2c-4Dk56Esg/s320/N%C3%ADtida1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-6204616463307124404?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-13438152552268857632007-07-22T16:25:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:32:20.432-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPo2bdhJkI/AAAAAAAAACI/EpXj4zgMa3Q/s1600-h/Negra1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090168025640937026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPo2bdhJkI/AAAAAAAAACI/EpXj4zgMa3Q/s320/Negra1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-1343815255226885763?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-741305621599920092007-07-22T16:17:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:25:34.999-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPnCLdhJjI/AAAAAAAAACA/fV4g-qU1zVA/s1600-h/Negra2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090166028481144370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPnCLdhJjI/AAAAAAAAACA/fV4g-qU1zVA/s320/Negra2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-74130562159992009?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-87236962991168836962007-07-22T16:10:00.001-07:002007-07-22T16:17:24.562-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPlPbdhJiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XIBGGaN83E0/s1600-h/Negra3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090164057091155490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPlPbdhJiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XIBGGaN83E0/s320/Negra3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-8723696299116883696?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-84457117127503424612007-07-22T16:02:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:10:22.138-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPjZ7dhJhI/AAAAAAAAABw/JhO8qJk-3RY/s1600-h/Negra4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090162038456526354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPjZ7dhJhI/AAAAAAAAABw/JhO8qJk-3RY/s320/Negra4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-8445711712750342461?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-74178600230103713992007-07-22T15:52:00.000-07:002007-07-22T16:00:51.450-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPhBLdhJgI/AAAAAAAAABo/WS4GGzoErHQ/s1600-h/Negra5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090159414231508482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPhBLdhJgI/AAAAAAAAABo/WS4GGzoErHQ/s320/Negra5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7854270627862010494-7417860023010371399?l=poesiayotroslenguajes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Silvia Castrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08385538674128161211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854270627862010494.post-26511006168447609122007-07-22T15:43:00.000-07:002007-07-22T15:51:27.474-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPe-7dhJfI/AAAAAAAAABg/sZJyXgIwwCA/s1600-h/Negra6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090157176553547250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uE9bV5pND-I/RqPe-7dhJfI/AAAAAAAAABg/sZJyXgIwwCA/s320/Negra6.jpg" 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