<?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-658796114874369336</id><updated>2011-09-29T21:02:42.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>articartists</title><subtitle type='html'>the shape of things to come</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8077615093257444563</id><published>2011-03-24T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:42:51.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una receta virgen se cocina a fuego lento</title><content type='html'>Sus labios quietos gritaban que sus labios inquietos querian que otro ser mas visceral fuera el que estimulara sus mas ansiosos recovecos. El sabia eso, y tambien que el tiempo era el pingo que lo llevaria a tan deseada pulperia del amor. Los cretinos bellacos caen de bruces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8077615093257444563?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8077615093257444563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/03/sus-labios-quietos-gritaban-que-sus.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8077615093257444563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8077615093257444563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/03/sus-labios-quietos-gritaban-que-sus.html' title='Una receta virgen se cocina a fuego lento'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-7963805094343007389</id><published>2011-03-21T07:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T07:33:14.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiene tremendo agujero a dos dedos de una oreja</title><content type='html'>El automata arrastro los pies calle abajo buscando la playa. Nunca antes habia sufrido tanto su condicion humana. Camina solo, dicen que vive en la casa abandonada, geriatrica. Generaciones antes que el fueron protagonistas de grandes cosas. El horizonte en su mundo es una almohada sudada por las manianas, y la desesperacion atemporal y perpetua ante el primer rayo de sol que lo despierta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no habran mas canciones para el automata.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no habra poesia, si hasta los pajaros estan tristes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No va a llegar a nada, el automata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambien dicen que no es facil clavar la mirada en su herida, que abre el cielo y parte las montanias. Que no lo mires a la cara. Que tiene tremendo agujero a dos dedos de una oreja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-7963805094343007389?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/7963805094343007389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/03/tiene-tremendo-agujero-dos-dedos-de-una.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/7963805094343007389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/7963805094343007389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/03/tiene-tremendo-agujero-dos-dedos-de-una.html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-1311813763741007416</id><published>2011-02-06T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T05:33:35.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se llamaba Paloma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-1311813763741007416?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/1311813763741007416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/02/se-llamaba-paloma.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link 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/&gt;quiero que me muestres&lt;br /&gt;en susurro de piel&lt;br /&gt;las verdades ocultas&lt;br /&gt;del bosque y sus claros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento que te voy a ver&lt;br /&gt;en luna nueva&lt;br /&gt;y va a ser tan oscura la noche&lt;br /&gt;que nos valdremos solamente&lt;br /&gt;de nuestro tacto y olfato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu gusto me suena prohibido&lt;br /&gt;aun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-6951165844819403104?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/6951165844819403104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/01/poderosa-hamadriade-quiero-que-me.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6951165844819403104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6951165844819403104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/01/poderosa-hamadriade-quiero-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-6141838177699543929</id><published>2011-01-24T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:47:13.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suenio (lucido) de una noche de verano (del siglo XXI)</title><content type='html'>Cansado pero sin ganas de dormir sali a paso lento hacia la playa. La noche rompio su velo y dejo nacer una luna llena que miraba a la tierra con su panoptica furia. El umbral de la civilizacion y lo salvaje de este mundo lo marcaba no solo la ausencia de humanos en toda la extension de arena blanca, sino tambien el rugido de las olas que invitaba al mas valiente a retirarse. Sin nada que perder, prosegui mi caminata hasta que estuve de cara al viento en la orilla. Una niebla espesa, rara para este lugar en esta epoca del anio, descartaba los lados de la playa como algo que no corresponde, pero existe. Alguna nube pasajera cerro la luna como un parpadeo fugaz, y durante un instante tuve una vision de lo mas extrania. Esculturas clasicas, griegas, romanas, todas postradas en la fina arena como vigilantes de una isla que no debe ser visitada. El marmol milenario brillaba su pulido lustre con la luz blanca de esa noche. Como faroles menguantes, las estatuas fueron perdiendo su halo lentamente y quedaron hechas hierro y carbon, encorvadas, marchitas. Salvo una. Una mujer con aire misterioso, esculpida quien sabe cuando y por quien sabe que maestro de la piedra, miraba ahora en la direccion de mi posicion. Dudando, pero curioso, me levante y camine hacia ella. Para mi sorpresa sus ojos relucian blancos aun mas que su petrea piel, como un alma encerrada en un cuerpo que le queda chico. "Cual es tu nombre?" le pregunte. Y la estatua respondio. "Soy Selene, mi cuna esta en la luna, y tu eres el hombre. Y esta playa no es lugar para que los tuyos encuentren la paz y el descanso." por un segundo pense que iba a callar, y que yo iba a morir, definitivamente. Pero siguio. "Cuando un corazon aulla sincero en una noche como esta, en la que mi madre cae con todo su poder sobre tu mundo, no puedo expulsarlo de este lugar. Pero no estes aqui mas tiempo del necesario. Haz tus preguntas, encuentra tus respuestas, y marchate". Ante sus severas palabras, y con una  nueva claridad de pensamiento que hasta nublaba mi psiquis, me levante y le dije "Ya me marcho, Selene. Pues he descubierto que hay una mujer a cargo de la luna, y eso me tranquiliza". Segui mis huellas sin mirar atras y volvi a mi lecho entre los altos pinos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-6141838177699543929?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/6141838177699543929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/01/cansado-pero-sin-ganas-de-dormir-sali.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6141838177699543929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6141838177699543929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2011/01/cansado-pero-sin-ganas-de-dormir-sali.html' title='Suenio (lucido) de una noche de verano (del siglo XXI)'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-838321964797217470</id><published>2011-01-23T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:17:18.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Triste, añora que la mujer que alguna vez amó se detenga, alguna vez, a pensar en qué sabor tienen sus días ahora que ella no está.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-7900571605897315305</id><published>2010-10-04T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:10:35.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estan fumando y chupando, y este es dios que esta limpiando todo</title><content type='html'>Que ves en la lamina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mancha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aca esta lleno de hedonistas, cinicos, y nihilistas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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todo'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-761665671414997851</id><published>2010-09-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:53:46.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un amigo una vez me dijo que todo tiende a la putrefaccion</title><content type='html'>Ayer matabamos y copulabamos&lt;br /&gt;Hoy matamos y copulamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes creen en el arte&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes distinguen arriba de abajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo unico que crece es la condena&lt;br /&gt;Y nos condena a todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-761665671414997851?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/761665671414997851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-amigo-una-vez-me-dijo-que-todo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/761665671414997851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/761665671414997851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-amigo-una-vez-me-dijo-que-todo.html' title='Un amigo una vez me dijo que todo tiende a la putrefaccion'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-3156318054025719642</id><published>2010-07-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:33:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alejandro Supervago</title><content type='html'>I'll go to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;Straight to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-3156318054025719642?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4723742785764367606</id><published>2010-07-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:01:27.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sali solo, autopista en la rueda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los pinos tupidos ocultaban la via,&lt;br /&gt;como paredes de ciudades colosales,&lt;br /&gt;enfrentadas por decadas,&lt;br /&gt;en la sombra de la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las luces me vieron primero,&lt;br /&gt;lo que paso despues, yo no lo se.&lt;br /&gt;Solo me quedo ese instante&lt;br /&gt;en el cual todo era blanco.&lt;br /&gt;Y negro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4723742785764367606?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4723742785764367606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/07/sali-solo-autopista-en-la-rueda.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4723742785764367606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4723742785764367606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/07/sali-solo-autopista-en-la-rueda.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8262279579972458831</id><published>2010-05-25T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:56:09.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRITA</title><content type='html'>Y CALLA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8262279579972458831?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8262279579972458831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/05/grita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8262279579972458831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8262279579972458831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/05/grita.html' title='GRITA'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-1537198337012662976</id><published>2010-05-09T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:52:34.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estomago medio lleno</title><content type='html'>Porque dedicamos tantas energias a poder consumir calidad? Pero miralos! Si consumen toda esa basura  con tanta gracia y elegancia! Es mas, han hecho de eso todo su arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, pero todas sus implicaciones, tan intrinsecas, encuentran un punto al final del espiral, donde no entra la luz y lo unico que existe es el eterno vacio. Pobres infelices. Sirveme un poco mas de whisky, amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-1537198337012662976?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/1537198337012662976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/05/estomago-medio-lleno.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/1537198337012662976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/1537198337012662976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/05/estomago-medio-lleno.html' title='Estomago medio lleno'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8639299917657708711</id><published>2010-04-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:02:46.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8639299917657708711?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8639299917657708711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8639299917657708711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8639299917657708711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-5762826593095266800</id><published>2010-02-24T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:46:27.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's hiding in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/31OXt9iPnv0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/31OXt9iPnv0&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-5762826593095266800?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/5762826593095266800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/02/somethings-hiding-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/5762826593095266800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/5762826593095266800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/02/somethings-hiding-in-my-mind.html' title='Something&apos;s hiding in my mind'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-1592951429064459906</id><published>2010-02-24T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:46:14.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz de dia</title><content type='html'>La ciudad era un alarido&lt;br /&gt;y su mente iba a estallar&lt;br /&gt;La noche era el desierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los ojos se le cerraban&lt;br /&gt;rodeado en un mar de arena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esa alma la desperto el lucero del alba&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no se pudo dormir nunca mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-1592951429064459906?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/1592951429064459906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/02/luz-de-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/1592951429064459906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/1592951429064459906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/02/luz-de-dia.html' title='Luz de dia'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-3664254132408689980</id><published>2010-01-18T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:46:29.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-3664254132408689980?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/3664254132408689980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/3664254132408689980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/3664254132408689980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8559463866128842872</id><published>2010-01-14T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T09:27:15.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reside en el mundo cuya llave es el eter</title><content type='html'>Pero la conclusion esta&lt;br /&gt;No digo que exista, porque alli todo es las dos cosas al mismo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Ser y no ser&lt;br /&gt;Duerme y despierta pero nunca solamente una&lt;br /&gt;Es todo al mismo tiempo y al mismo tiempo es la nada&lt;br /&gt;Espera aburrida y deambula euforica&lt;br /&gt;La respuesta es 42 como la respuesta es la pregunta&lt;br /&gt;Cae y asciende perpetuamente y nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y alli tambien este ensayo es una hoja vacia&lt;br /&gt;O un arbol moribundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moribundo como muerto y vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y arbol como semilla y tronco y antes y despues petroleo y fuego&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8559463866128842872?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8559463866128842872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/01/reside-en-el-mundo-cuya-llave-es-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8559463866128842872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8559463866128842872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2010/01/reside-en-el-mundo-cuya-llave-es-el.html' title='Reside en el mundo cuya llave es el eter'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-9199670179047427779</id><published>2009-12-23T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:25:32.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>desmembrada desmembrana&lt;br /&gt;cultural&lt;br /&gt;vacio existencial y cada verano un kilo mas&lt;br /&gt;sobrada soberbia y menguante escencia&lt;br /&gt;no llores mas&lt;br /&gt;aun cuando olvides festejar la navidad&lt;br /&gt;el anio vuelve a empezar&lt;br /&gt;javalina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-9199670179047427779?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-6494891466961660952</id><published>2009-12-17T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:52:22.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ese tiempo sería fácil de conocer, pues entonces la humanidad se parecería a los Grandes Antiguos: salvaje y libre, más allá del bien y del mal, sin moral, y sin ley. Y todos los hombres gritarían y matarían, y gozarían alegremente. Los Antiguos, liberados, enseñarían nuevos modos de gritar y matar y gozar, y el mundo entero ardería en un holocausto de libertad y éxtasis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de 'El Llamado de Cthulhu'&lt;br /&gt;de H.P.Lovecraft&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-6494891466961660952?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/6494891466961660952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/12/ese-tiempo-seria-facil-de-conocer-pues.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6494891466961660952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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y se dejo caer&lt;br /&gt;en su pecho se leia en sangre:&lt;br /&gt;nos vemos, imbeciles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4329939215126464940?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4329939215126464940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/12/y-el-hombre-asi-llego-la-montana-y-se.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4329939215126464940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4329939215126464940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Ahi en la via no los ves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo que es el corazon del fin del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que por eso me propuse una tarde en Tolwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA MAS ALLA DE ESO&lt;br /&gt;PORQUE QUE CARAJO BO? 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alto y puro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-1763760332075810279?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/1763760332075810279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/todo-individuo-idiota-aislado-tomado-y.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/1763760332075810279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/1763760332075810279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/todo-individuo-idiota-aislado-tomado-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4692749891086948869</id><published>2009-09-16T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T09:53:47.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to alienate yourself (and why is it so healthy)</title><content type='html'>If you take that stone and throw it to them&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother! What´s that gonna change?&lt;br /&gt;If you swim against the current you´ll end cold dead&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother! Is that your desire?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We can spend hours talking about urban decay&lt;br /&gt;About drama and horror and the sins of men&lt;br /&gt;We can play Curtis' teachings all over again&lt;br /&gt;If you choose that, we can do it till death&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But doesn't that make us a worst kind of slave?&lt;br /&gt;There is a puppet master, yes&lt;br /&gt;But are we not unhappier than the rest of them?&lt;br /&gt;Being concious, and crying for the ones who aren't...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So brother! Let's just be watchers!&lt;br /&gt;Let's pick that stone, yes. And hide it in our sleeves, just in case&lt;br /&gt;Let's step aside current, and float while we watch from the distance&lt;br /&gt;Let's live life laughing, and playing, and loving, and living&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's just a ride, so why bother, brother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4692749891086948869?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4692749891086948869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-alienate-yourself-and-why-is-it.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4692749891086948869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;On the top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;As we watched the city&lt;br /&gt;Burst into flames&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4420287018980437322?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4420287018980437322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/suenio-de-una-noche-final.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4420287018980437322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4420287018980437322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/5850627405187135727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/5850627405187135727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-desierto.html' title='El desierto'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4835221982337248033</id><published>2009-09-02T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:16:21.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A la hora de salvar al mundo&lt;br /&gt;contaba con un ejercito de drogadictos y deformes.&lt;br /&gt;Fue horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4835221982337248033?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4835221982337248033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-hora-de-salvar-al-mundo-contaba-con.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4835221982337248033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4835221982337248033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-hora-de-salvar-al-mundo-contaba-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4052879426531132547</id><published>2009-08-21T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:51:42.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En un rincon de montevideo, justo ahora, una mujer se pone coqueta para un hombre. Se pone el vestido verde y la pollera roja. Se mira al espejo y se pinta los ojos. 'Hoy sos solo mio', piensa. O siente? Izquierda derecha pum pam. Pretende entenderlo pero no lo logra. 'Te quiero volver loco, eso me hace feliz'. Se entusiasma sola. 'Vas a ver mis tetas, me vas a vichar la cola y no vas a aguantarte ni para el postre'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un rincon de montevideo, justo ahora, un hombre se pone coqueto para una mujer. Se abulta el bulto, se arregla la corbata, y mete panza. Se mira al espejo, fijador en aerosol. Es temprano. 'Un wiskisito antes de salir'. Se lo sirve. 'Hoy te como el&lt;br /&gt;coco, y ya nunca vas a poder ser de nadie mas'. Se prende un cigarro y pone un disco de Blur. 'Hoy nos prendemos fuego juntos en una cama de hotel'. Se rie del caracter urbano y noventoso de la fantasia de turno. Mira el reloj, es tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un rincon de montevideo, un rato despues, un perro se chupa la pija. Se lame el orto y se da por satisfecho. 'Al mismo lugar de siempre. Esos bichos siempre tiran la carne ahi en el fondo, cuando se prende la luz roja en el edificio de al lado'. Revuelve la basura, come, y se revuelca en restos de pescado. 'Hoy toca dormir solo, denuevo. Hiedo'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4052879426531132547?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4052879426531132547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-un-rincon-de-montevideo-justo-ahora.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4052879426531132547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4052879426531132547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/08/en-un-rincon-de-montevideo-justo-ahora.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4613903425638149006</id><published>2009-08-20T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:28:13.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Domesticame, como le dijo el zorro al principito. Domesticame porque te quiero conocer, y transformarme haciendolo. Domesticame igual, en una playa desierta o en un ovni. Conoceme y domesticame al mismo tiempo que yo lo hago. Domestiquemonos en el arte de ser amantes. Sin reglas ni expresiones artificiales, domesticame con los sentidos. Y en los suenios. Domesticame en revolcarse y en pasear de la mano. En estar solos, con amigos, tirstes o contentos, juntos. Justo ahora que tanto necesito que me domestiques! Conocerme conociendote..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4613903425638149006?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4613903425638149006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/08/domesticame-como-le-dijo-el-zorro-al.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4613903425638149006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4613903425638149006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/08/domesticame-como-le-dijo-el-zorro-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8383738309422301554</id><published>2009-08-13T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:47:49.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Del uno al diez te doy un ocho. Me encantas asi, serena, severa, y triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8383738309422301554?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8383738309422301554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/08/del-uno-al-diez-te-doy-un-ocho.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8383738309422301554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8383738309422301554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/08/del-uno-al-diez-te-doy-un-ocho.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-5240294604273021621</id><published>2009-07-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:51:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time for no seeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Me traslade al campo para escapar de toda la locura del dia a dia. No me refiero a la rutina, solamente. Ni al abandono y la soledad de la incomunicacion, asi por separado. Toda toda incluye, ademas, las infinitas cosas, mas pequenias y sutiles, asi como las grandes vicisitudes que en un instante cambian las reglas del juego de la realidad de turno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;En el pienso encontrar la paz y la unidad con la fuente primordial. Mi licencia por enfrenmiedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Me traslade al campo porque en el amor soy como una tuca. Tengo una bendicion, me enamoro. Y tengo una maldicion, me se enamorar. Cuando reconozco mi amor en una mujer, y luego las cosas terminan, nunca me desenamoro. Diria que es un residuo colesteroleico que alli queda en mi organo cardiaco, pero la misma cosa que quiero expresar, asi descrita, tendria al mismo tiempo connotaciones opuestas. Al menos en mi caso. Porro tras porro la tuca se va tapando, las quiero a todas, mucho. Encuentro placer en ello, en que en mi exista un memorial a otro instante preciado y hermoso. Pero tanto xhocolate nubla mi vision, que no puedo pensar. Se acerca un desatino. Todas ellas me lastiman, veneno residual. Como una flor puede tener veneno? Quien ideo semejante locura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;En el (campo) pienso encontrar la soledad necesaria para organizar mi pasado, asi no logra obstruir mi futuro. Es eso lo que quiero en el presente, y esto es lo unico que es y se hace. Mi licencia por ingenuidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Me traslade al campo porque no entendia. Si, los veia, y todo parecia orquestado y ordenado. Pero las fricciones, primero las chicas, luego las grandes, y despues nuevamente las chicas, acusaron aquellos puntos donde el caos emanaba por las grietas de un orden construido inteligentemente, pero sin sabiduria. Claro que todos piensan que esta bien tener un mp4, asi de accesible es todo ahora, es raro? Claro que todos damos vuelta la cara a veces (la mayoria, la mayor parte de las veces), ante un ninio semidesnudo pidiendo limosnas en invierno. Asi de accesibles son ellos tambien, solo basta ir al semaforo mas cercano. Sus sanas vidas lidian sanamente con esta contrariedad, para mi surrealista. Sus sanos monstruos se van alimentando tambien. Crecen en sus vientres y, si no les pasan la cuenta en vida, ya se encargaran de que mueran solos y miserables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;No los entiendo. Reconozco el vacio existencial, y no me ofendo ante el tilde de loco. Es asi como mato mi monstruo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial Rounded MT Bold, sans-serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Al campo lo voy a enterrar. Mi licencia por incredulidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.04in; margin-bottom: 0in;" align="JUSTIFY"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-5240294604273021621?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/5240294604273021621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-for-no-seeing.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/5240294604273021621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/5240294604273021621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-for-no-seeing.html' title='Long time for no seeing'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-6628972469156768016</id><published>2009-07-08T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:02:23.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just kiddin' man!</title><content type='html'>I love it! I just love it! Think about it! Every question reaches a point in its solution when you can throw a coin to determine the answer. First, you have to understand that everything can be taken to "the level of the particles". Energy and stuff. When you are in "the level of the particles", your reaction to an unexpected kiss is nothing but a series of reactions between stupidly tiny portions of the universe. When you try to understand the behaviour of such particles, you begin to find some problems. It seems the particles react to the fact of being observed. Is the moon really there when nobody looks at her? Well but we do know of the existance of particles which are smaller than electrons, there are quarks and other homies around there. Well, what is it exactly that we can tell about them? Well they are tiny! Yeah thanks Timmy for participating, by the way, why is your arm half way uranus? Nevermind. Quarks is the end of the line for me. I'd love hearing "ignorant!" from the audience right now, but after all this is a monolog, and there is no audience as such. Or is there? Nevermind, i guess, this time. I'll buy it just a little bit more, i'll join you in your microdiving exploring the "subquark" level of stuff. (If you haven't noticed by now, I've been avoiding the use of the word 'matter' to refer to stuff, just because I am stupid and my English sucks, so I wasn't sure if 'matter' is matter anyway. Just beat it.) If we were lost in the quark jungle, we can consider ourselves retards in this level. There is nothing to be known, cause we can't even start to think of being able to measure any propertie of the subject. Right here, you can decide what you want. It's a matter of magnitude. We are quite far from that "subquark" level, so we can't be serious abaout any observation. Right there, just let a coin decide the behaviour of the particle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-6628972469156768016?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/6628972469156768016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-kiddin-man.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6628972469156768016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/6628972469156768016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-kiddin-man.html' title='Just kiddin&apos; man!'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-3284982421563812721</id><published>2009-07-01T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:43:25.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.173.382-6 / URU / 01-07-2009</title><content type='html'>Vivimos en una sociedad construida artificialmente. La verdad acerca de nuestras capacidades esta sedada, por una dinastia que se ha perpetuado en el copice de la piramide de poder mundial durante milenios. Todo lo que llamamos cultura, religion, y moral, ha sido diseniado para moldear a la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos un proyecto de ciencias de unos sadicos.&lt;br /&gt;Metropolis es mas documental que ficcion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de 10mil anios atras, probablemente, surgio el primer hombre ´vivo´. El muy vivo los descansaba a los otros y como consecuencia comandaba. Se aseguro el poder a el y a su hijo, y asi hasta hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero we, todo tiene un principio y un fin. Hemos llegado a un punto de la historia donde la realidad es todo lo que pasa mientras saltamos de realidad virtual en realidad virtual. Cada cosa existe en un mundo imaginario, y es real. Puedo encargarme de mi alimentacion via internet. Puedo tener una casa en internet. Me puedo casar en internet, me puedo drogar en internet! Y aqui donde nos toco estar parados, y por transitiva yuxtapuesta, todo existe varias veces, la gente se empieza a acostumbrar a leer diferentes realidades. La meditacion esta a la orden del dia, el lsd lleva en minutos al mas yuppie al nirvana. Hasta el mas lelo tiene su mordisco de viaje interplanar, quierale o no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este ambiente, las mentiras y velos se disuelven cual algodon de azucar en boca de ninio. Dia a dia cosas se vuelven mas evidentes para todos. La gente comienza a aprender por la experiencia personal que puede hacer cosas increibles con su mente. Causalidad, ley de atraccion, que carajo sabemos? Y todas las manos. Todas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habiendo terminado la introduccion, paso ahora al intento fallido de expresar una inquietud extrema que me inquieta hasta el extremo (valga la dobleredundancia). Temo que la humanidad se decepcione a si misma. Temo que teniendo la capacidad para ver mas alla, pudiendole romperle el culo a Platon, se pierda en la confusion de la mala comunicacion y no pueda encontrar el camino y la unidad para llevar adelante lo que hace tiempo deberia de existir, el orden natural y coherente de las cosas. El hombre puede vivir en paz y armonia. Pero aun no se lo ha propuesto seriamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi que concluyo con una invitacion a todo el mundo, a que, cuando las cosas mas extranias les sucedan en la vida, aprecienlas, aprovechenlas, y disfrutenlas, porque es ahi donde vamos a encontrarnos todos. En el verdadero deseo de cambio y cosas totalmente nuevas. Un cambio en las raices. Cambiar miles de anios de historia. Crean en aquellos cuyos ojos tienen una revolucion sincera. Conozcan a esas personas y permitanles que los conozcan a ustedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si todos nos hacemos la cabeza lo suficiente las cosas van a pasar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-3284982421563812721?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/3284982421563812721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/07/4173382-6-uru-01-07-2009.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/3284982421563812721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/3284982421563812721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/07/4173382-6-uru-01-07-2009.html' title='4.173.382-6 / URU / 01-07-2009'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4291946547558201209</id><published>2009-06-29T20:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:37:00.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Esto no va a doler nada", dijo el teniente Ztockzonn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4291946547558201209?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-2320305968142532694</id><published>2009-06-29T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:36:32.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be taken</title><content type='html'>To be abducted from your system/scenario&lt;br /&gt;To be substracted from a fragment of the space/time reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-2320305968142532694?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/2320305968142532694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-taken.html#comment-form' 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type='html'>(texto antiguo, las opiniones expresadas aqui pueden no coincidir con las actuales del mismo autor, osea yo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualizemos al planeta Tierra como un sistema cerrado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este sistema tiene unas caracteristicas iniciciales determinadas, con elementos en proporciones variadas, e influencias de los sistemas cercanos (Sol, Luna, etc). El tiempo hace que estos elementos interaccionen generando una reaccion en el sistema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparece la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segun teorias manejadas hoy en dia, la vida surgio de forma totalmente randomica (caldo primigenio blah blah), siendo esto un evento puntual drastico en la linea de tiempo de este sistema.&lt;br /&gt;Luego la vida evoluciona a la multicelularidad, y mas tarde se moviliza al continente, saliendo del medio acuatico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un meteorito de dimensiones apocalipticas choca contra la Tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto acaba con miles de especies de seres vivos que reinaban sobre el planeta, los reptiles, los que comandaban, hablando simple y claro. Este evento puntual y drastico en la linea del tiempo abrio camino a los mamimeferos para que se ocuparan de la dominancia. Surgen los primates. Pulgar oponible. La dieta de frutas, carne, y hongos, los expone a toxinas con agentes activos al cerebro. El primate emprende su camino a la inteligencia racional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin del nomadismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros propios antepasados toman la decision de empezar a modificar el ecosistema a sus habitos, y dejar de acomodar sus habitos al ecosistema, en una escala totalmente mayor a la que cualquier otro animal haya hecho antes. Es de vital importancia comprender que el fin del nomadismo es el quiebre cerebral entre el primate animal y el primate humano. Comienza la agricultura. Los grupos humanos ahora tienen un producto directo de su trabajo. Esto marca el comienzo de la era de la acumulacion de recursos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era de la escritura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los fenicios comenzaron a surcar el Mediterraneo en sus barcos construidos con velas, agilizando el intercambio de bienes en Europa, Africa, y Asia Menor. Esto hizo que se empezara a llevar registro escrito de los movimientos de recursos, y que se implantaran monedas locales y regionales en el mercado. Estas monedas respondian al valor del metal con el que estuvieran compuestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercantilismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando las ciudades adquirieron mayor importancia que el campo en Europa, nacio una nueva clase social de comerciantes, y estos empezaron a acumular muchos recursos, extendiendo gracias a esto sus redes de poder entre los viejos iconos a los que respondia el pueblo (rey, iglesia, etc), para asegurar todo su poder, e hincharlo desproporcionadamente. Este es el punto en la historia donde unos pocos individuos ingeniosos implantaron las reglas de juego para los siglos venideros, todo bajo la sola mision de aumentar los beneficios sin importar el costo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papel moneda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ultima jugada clave en la historia de la vida la hicieron los banqueros a la hora de liberar el dinero, eso es, emitir moneda en consecuencia de estudios de mercado y no amparada por los recursos en reserva. Dicho simple, antes cada dolar, peso, guarani, etc, estaba respaldado por una reserva de oro y plata en el banco de cada estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora simplemente son promesas vacias. Si hay algo a lo que no podemos atar nuestro destino es al dinero, simplemente porque no podemos confiar en el. La emision de moneda se ha vuelto una herramienta para esclavizar al mundo entero de manera encubierta. El trabajo asalariado es tambien parte de esta conspiracion de la verdadera oligarquia mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por primera vez en la historia, la especie humana esta en una zona de la grafica del tiempo en donde sus expectativas de supervivencia estan yendo en descenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dadas las caracteristicas del problema, el tiempo nos juega de enemigo. El problema es una red en la que cada uno de nosotros es un nudo. Y la magnitud del proceso de resolucion debe ser, por consiguiente, tanto o mas titanica. Es por eso que en este momento de la historia, lo unico que nos puede salvar es otro evento puntual y drastico. 2012, pero no te descanses en la confianza, tenes tarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es hora de una nueva era, en donde las personas se sientan bien por autoinduccion. Donde el bienestar de cada uno de nosotros le proporcione bienestar a todos los demas. Es hora de que la humanidad pegue un manotazo y vuelva a ser duenia de su propio destino. Ellos podran controlar las masas, pero no pueden controlar a los individuos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que el cambio debe ser a nivel de la consciencia de cada uno, debemos expandir los limites de nuestra consciencia para asi fortalecer los lazos que vinculan las consciencias individuales, y lograr alcanzar un nuevo estado de "civilizacion constructiva", y matar a este monstruo canceroso que se ha vuelto el mundo postmoderno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-5867829235436768962?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/5867829235436768962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/texto-antiguo-las-opiniones-expresadas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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donde los unicos males sean aquellos del amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-812484250018552741?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/812484250018552741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/suenias-con-un-mundo-donde-los-unicos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/812484250018552741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/812484250018552741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/suenias-con-un-mundo-donde-los-unicos.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-860600448325026326</id><published>2009-06-29T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:26:21.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>los restos fosiles indican que se trata de un especimen joven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-860600448325026326?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-2145337170343240448</id><published>2009-06-29T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:26:11.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todo esta lleno de microutopias a las que renunciamos dia a dia entregandonos a la eterna condena de posponer nuestra caminata un poco mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-2145337170343240448?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/2145337170343240448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8843791940339876277</id><published>2009-06-29T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:25:57.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no hay rezos para mi. no hay canticos ni ceremonias. no existe el ritual, ni el dogma, ni la doctrina. sin embargo a veces me detengo un momento a pensar en el universo. me hace pensar en una persona pariendose a si misma. me hace darme cuenta de que soy un misero gusano nadando en el enorme caldo de la ignorancia. un instante en comunion con el universo es el mayor milagro que conozco. y por otro lado esta el amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8843791940339876277?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8843791940339876277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hay-rezos-para-mi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8843791940339876277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8843791940339876277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hay-rezos-para-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-4136209397636461034</id><published>2009-06-29T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:37:22.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;escapar al sufrimiento del plano de la materia. la materia se roza generando friccion y lleva el comando de la idea. la friccion genera desgaste y el desgaste sufrimiento. situarse con las piernas cruzadas y las manos en el aire, sentado en la ladera del mundo, y respirar hasta acabar con el sufrimiento. residuos y toxinas por una mala respiracion, friccion de la materia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-4136209397636461034?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/4136209397636461034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/copice-1.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4136209397636461034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/4136209397636461034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/copice-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658796114874369336.post-8173096722818174830</id><published>2009-06-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:21:12.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisaje Introspectivo</title><content type='html'>As soon as I climbed down the mountain escaping the storm, I entered the valley. there was this green forest by the end of the lake, north from where I was standing. Something called me from there. I felt I had to answer the call, but the words wouldn't come out from my frozen lips. I also had forgotten how to speak. at that precise moment I was empty of any artificial language. in the end I decided that I really wouldn't need any, where I was. the enviroment embraced me, and so did I, and it was then when I realized the girl belong to that place, in a way I was yet beggining to understand. the reason why words were nonesense was that we were consciously linked. that is, linked in our consciences, belonging to the same source of all that is. at least for just a moment. it was also then, that I realized I'd fallen in love with the girl. for an instant i laughed at myself, I just thought, 'you're beggining to get used to it, every time you get there quicker and quicker, you don't even know her!'. but I did. She was the forest, she was the river and the lake, the valley and the mountain, and, just for a moment, she was me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658796114874369336-8173096722818174830?l=articartists.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/feeds/8173096722818174830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/paisaje-introspectivo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8173096722818174830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/658796114874369336/posts/default/8173096722818174830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://articartists.blogspot.com/2009/06/paisaje-introspectivo.html' title='Paisaje Introspectivo'/><author><name>Artie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09231437709073410292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nGVp77lIhoo/SVDTSGoAnVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/CqNsXzBHKLE/S220/1218322880282_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
