<?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-4786126385088976417</id><updated>2012-02-14T14:41:49.926+01:00</updated><category term='Arte'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Frase del dia'/><category term='Literatura'/><category term='Cine'/><title type='text'>La mujer invisible</title><subtitle type='html'>No voy a dejar de hablarle sólo porque no me estes escuchando. Me gusta escucharme a mí mismo. Es uno de mis mayores placeres. A menudo mantengo largas conversaciones conmigo mismo, y soy tan inteligente que a veces no entiendo ni una palabra de lo que digo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-4702388039173434139</id><published>2007-05-15T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T09:31:15.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>El pensamiento silenciado</title><summary type='text'> Queda claro, después del post de ayer, la falta de reconocimiento de la mujer a lo largo de la historia de la filosofía y las actitudes misóginas de la mayoría de los grandes filósofos. Eso me hizo preguntarme si existieron mujeres filósofas relevantes en la antigüedad y buscando encontré este artículo del Wikipedia (que está bastante incompleto y que por cierto la Federación de Mujeres </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/4702388039173434139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=4702388039173434139' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4702388039173434139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4702388039173434139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/filsofas-en-la-historia-1.html' title='El pensamiento silenciado'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RkmH2poRDlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/tMi3XJlt6K8/s72-c/hipatia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-441150030314677333</id><published>2007-05-14T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:40:12.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase del dia'/><title type='text'>Frase del día</title><summary type='text'>Si la filosofía puede ser considerada como una reflexión en la que se expresandeterminadas formas de la autoconciencia de la especie como ha subrayado elidealismo alemán, el hecho de que la mitad numérica de la especie se encuentra en una situación de enajenación y marginación en relación a lo que llama Agnes Heller la genericidad, necesariamente ha de tener consecuencias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/441150030314677333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=441150030314677333' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/441150030314677333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/441150030314677333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/frases-del-dia.html' title='Frase del día'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5244996135439962690</id><published>2007-05-14T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:22:27.587+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Los Filosofos opinan de nosotras:</title><summary type='text'>AristótelesLa hembra es, por así decirlo, un macho impotente, pues la hembra es tal debido a cierta incapacidad, la de confeccionar nutrientes [fluido menstrual] en forma de semen, a causa de la frialdad de su naturaleza... Lo que el macho aporta a la generación es la forma, o principio del movimiento, mientras que la hembra proporciona el cuerpo o, en otras palabras, lo material... Así pues,si </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5244996135439962690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5244996135439962690' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5244996135439962690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5244996135439962690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/los-filosofos-opinan-de-nosotras.html' title='Los Filosofos opinan de nosotras:'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-8095839318334444214</id><published>2007-05-12T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:58:48.874+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase del dia'/><title type='text'>Frase del día</title><summary type='text'>No hay que cargar nuestros pensamientos con el peso de nuestros zapatos.[ André Breton]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/8095839318334444214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=8095839318334444214' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8095839318334444214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8095839318334444214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/frase-del-da.html' title='Frase del día'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5586903918713351271</id><published>2007-05-12T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:52:02.201+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Collage dadá</title><summary type='text'>Dadá? Encontramos diversas versiones del nacimiento del término Dadá:1. Gala, Paul Éluard, Tristan Tzara y Max Ernst están en la cama.Gala coje un diccionario y lo abre por una página al azar. La primera palabra que lee es Dadá.2. El término Dadá lo crea Lenin. Esta tesis es defendida por el catedrático de la sorbona Dominique Noguez. "Tzará oscilaba lascívamente como una bailarina oriental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5586903918713351271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5586903918713351271' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5586903918713351271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5586903918713351271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/collage-dad.html' title='Collage dadá'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RkWtTZoRDkI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/4VGybYh-nBQ/s72-c/emmanuelfay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1457992170504681684</id><published>2007-05-10T18:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T13:52:41.453+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>El Dadaismo: Primera parte</title><summary type='text'>Tengo en el despacho colgada una postal del orinal de Duchamp. Me la compré hace dos veranos en la Tate Modern de Londres.Siempre que miro la imagen me doy cuenta de todo lo que representa.Cuando Marcel Duchamp expuso este famoso orinal en una sala de arte allá por el 1915 algo importante se rompía en la historia del arte.Duchamp no pretendía a mi entender como muchos piensan en mostrar la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1457992170504681684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1457992170504681684' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1457992170504681684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1457992170504681684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-dadaismo-primera-parte.html' title='El Dadaismo: Primera parte'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6302705830922668996</id><published>2007-05-10T16:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T16:47:42.811+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frase del dia'/><title type='text'>Frase del dia</title><summary type='text'>No voy a dejar de hablarte sólo porque no me estes escuchando. Me gusta escucharme a mí mismo. Es uno de mis mayores placeres. A menudo mantengo largas conversaciones conmigo mismo, y soy tan inteligente que a veces no entiendo ni una palabra de lo que digo. [ Oscar Wilde]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6302705830922668996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6302705830922668996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6302705830922668996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6302705830922668996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-voy-dejar-de-hablarte-slo-porque-no.html' title='Frase del dia'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5764651309087423876</id><published>2007-05-10T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:50:42.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Henry Miller i Matisse</title><summary type='text'>Me ha fascinado esta descripción que Henry Miller en  Trópico de cancer hace de Matisse.“Hasta después, por la tarde, cuando me encuentro en la galería de arte de la rue de Sèze, rodeado por los hombres y las mujeres de Matisse, no vuelvo a estar dentro de los límites auténticos del mundo humano. En el umbral de esa gran sala, cuyas paredes están ahora en llamas, me detengo un momento para </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5764651309087423876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5764651309087423876' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5764651309087423876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5764651309087423876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/05/henry-miller-i-matisse.html' title='Henry Miller i Matisse'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-7609765125971033546</id><published>2007-04-24T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:44:39.862+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>Pop erótico en Iguapop</title><summary type='text'>Después de un descanso (no merecido) de cerca de dos semanas, vuelvo a la carga... estudiar, hacer trabajos, estudiar, hacer trabajos, estudiar...Ayer, día internacional del orgasmo cómico el artista gráfico Sergio Mora inauguró en la galería Iguapop una exposición muy peculiar y personal llamada "Kamasutra"(título bastante explícito que me ahorra dar explicaciones sobre la temática de la obra).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/7609765125971033546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=7609765125971033546' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7609765125971033546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7609765125971033546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/pop-ertico-en-iguapop.html' title='Pop erótico en Iguapop'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Ri3K2MhcRQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/k9qIovW-WLY/s72-c/kamasutra_sergio_mora_r470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1855750103776102315</id><published>2007-04-12T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:44:39.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>John Santerineross</title><summary type='text'>"Because he doesn¡t display himselft people can see his light.Because he has nothing to prove people can trust him wordsBecause he doesn't know who he is people reorgnize themselves in him.Because he has no gool in mind, everything he does succeds" Polémico fotógrafo neo-simbolista donde lo antiguo y lo moderno, lo religioso y lo erótico, lo oscuro y lo divino se mezclán. Su primera película " </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1855750103776102315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1855750103776102315' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1855750103776102315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1855750103776102315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/john-santerineross.html' title='John Santerineross'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Rh9TRs4PXgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-Rls-_rbdjY/s72-c/juan+santeiros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6869651252166361999</id><published>2007-04-12T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:50:42.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Desayuno sola y sin diamantes</title><summary type='text'> ¿Sabes lo que te pasa? no tienes valor, tienes miedo, miedo de enfrentarte contigo misma y decir está bien, la vida es una realidad, las personas se pertenecen las unas a las otras porque es la única forma de conseguir la verdadera felicidad. Tu te consideras un espíritu libre, un ser salvaje y te asusta la idea de que alguien pueda meterte en una jaula. Bueno nena, ya estás en una jaula, tu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6869651252166361999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6869651252166361999' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6869651252166361999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6869651252166361999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/desayuno-sola-y-sin-diamantes.html' title='Desayuno sola y sin diamantes'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Rh4RwM4PXfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oWhWYbPy-1o/s72-c/jaula.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-8115226090123033080</id><published>2007-04-11T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:47:19.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Mela y sus hermanas ..</title><summary type='text'>Y recuerda, dios lo ve todo y lo que no, me lo invento!PD: Si quereis disfrutar de más cortos de nuestra polifacética Antonia San Juan, desde hace un par de dias esta disponible en el YouTube el corto " El Hambre" (2001) os pongo los enlaces: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOmK7OM2a18 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WHE3UYs8b08</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/8115226090123033080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=8115226090123033080' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8115226090123033080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8115226090123033080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/melas-y-sus-hermanas.html' title='Mela y sus hermanas ..'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-290529541535325077</id><published>2007-04-07T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:56:12.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Jean-Pierre Jeunet</title><summary type='text'> Os acordais de Amelie?Cómo no acordarse, Amelie no es una chica cualquiera y es dificil de olvidar pero Jean Pierre Jeunet tampoco es un director cualquiera. Asombra su estética de cuento y sus diálogos absurdos .-Esta enamorada de usted- Pero si no la conozco!-Claro que la conoce!-Desde cuando?-Desde siempre, en tus sueños[Fragmento de Amelie]Buscando rarezas de Jeunet por la web he encontrado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/290529541535325077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=290529541535325077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/290529541535325077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/290529541535325077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/jean-pierre-jeunet.html' title='Jean-Pierre Jeunet'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-8095338320525740665</id><published>2007-04-05T08:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:39:47.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Je ne t'aime pas</title><summary type='text'> Todo el mundo en mi trabajo ha cogido vacaciones menos yo. La suerte de trabajar los días en que todo el mundo está de fiesta es que prácticamente eres la reina de la oficina. Así que, lejos de amargarme, disfruto del momento. Para empezar llego media hora tarde ( bueno no seamos puntillosos, 50 minutos), me preparo un buen café y pongo a Ute Lemper, una de las mejores voces de jazz y cabaret </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/8095338320525740665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=8095338320525740665' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8095338320525740665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8095338320525740665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/je-ne-taime-pas.html' title='Je ne t&apos;aime pas'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-3564542283578740822</id><published>2007-04-04T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:39:47.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Kurt Weill</title><summary type='text'>Una de las mejores canciones que existen Youkali de Kurt Weill... como me recuerda a vosotros papas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/3564542283578740822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=3564542283578740822' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/3564542283578740822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/3564542283578740822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/kurt-weill.html' title='Kurt Weill'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-4023907836218818938</id><published>2007-04-04T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:39:47.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Beat The Devil: Plea Bargain</title><summary type='text'>Más info:http://www.beatthedevil.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/4023907836218818938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=4023907836218818938' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4023907836218818938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4023907836218818938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/beat-devil-plea-bargain.html' title='Beat The Devil: Plea Bargain'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1036573519891151734</id><published>2007-04-04T08:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:44:39.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>La Fotografia como medio para cuestionar la función social del arte</title><summary type='text'> La primera foto forma parte de una tira de 69 fotos en blanco y negro llamadas " Untitled Film Still" donde Cindy Sherman se autoretrata representando diferentes roles femeninos que nos recuerdan a las heroinas del cine clásico. Barbara Kruger en "Your body is battleground" fotografia del 1989, intenta ejemplificar la situación política del momento. Critica el estandar de la simetria en la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1036573519891151734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1036573519891151734' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1036573519891151734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1036573519891151734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-fotografia-como-medio-para.html' title='La Fotografia como medio para cuestionar la función social del arte'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RhNko9oMcmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZWsfFUfHYM0/s72-c/cindysherman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1356199667787788352</id><published>2007-04-03T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:39:47.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Pushi Pushi aha...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1356199667787788352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1356199667787788352' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1356199667787788352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1356199667787788352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/pushi-pushi-aha.html' title='Pushi Pushi aha...'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-2717894993539042754</id><published>2007-04-03T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:44:39.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>Ouka Lele</title><summary type='text'>Es tiempo de abrir el paraguas ...  </summary><link rel='related' href='http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouka_Lele' title='Ouka Lele'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/2717894993539042754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=2717894993539042754' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/2717894993539042754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/2717894993539042754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/ouka-lele.html' title='Ouka Lele'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RhINmujCrNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7eUDgWJwczg/s72-c/oukalele.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-7674136559669763583</id><published>2007-04-03T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:47:19.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>¿Os apetece unos cortos?</title><summary type='text'>Como sigue lloviendo en BCN que mejor que pasar un dia de cine.Cuelgo dos cortos uno es " Amigas con migas" : cortometraje de 2005 guionizado por alvaro salvador y co-realizado por Eli martin , Daviz rodriguez y Alvaro Salvador y el otro 7`35 de la mañana de Nacho Vigalondo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/7674136559669763583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=7674136559669763583' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7674136559669763583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7674136559669763583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/s-apetece-unos-cortos.html' title='¿Os apetece unos cortos?'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1521972860110443948</id><published>2007-04-02T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:51:42.959+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>Hoy llueve en Barcelona ...</title><summary type='text'>                                               via http://wwwvireta.blogia.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1521972860110443948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1521972860110443948' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1521972860110443948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1521972860110443948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoy-llueve-en-barcelona.html' title='Hoy llueve en Barcelona ...'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RhD1D-jCrLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xjJ5CwhhUFc/s72-c/untitledfffffffff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-8716908059327295181</id><published>2007-03-30T12:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:15:10.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofando........</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/8716908059327295181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=8716908059327295181' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8716908059327295181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/8716908059327295181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/matilda-filosofando.html' title='Filosofando........'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Rgz-KujCq9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tKaBqtJWel4/s72-c/somosraros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-309184935379361953</id><published>2007-03-30T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:44:39.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><title type='text'>Mark  Velasquez: Secret Thoughts</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.markvelasquez.com/gallery.php?cid=4&amp;pid=68' title='Mark  Velasquez: Secret Thoughts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/309184935379361953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=309184935379361953' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/309184935379361953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/309184935379361953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/mark-velasquez-secret-thoughts.html' title='Mark  Velasquez: Secret Thoughts'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RgzWMujCq7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9zywqiPWiXw/s72-c/findesemana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1176988273649542314</id><published>2007-03-28T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:01:53.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Habrá fármacos contra los celos"</title><summary type='text'>Adolf Tobeña, PsiquiatraTengo 55 años. Nací en Graus (Huesca) y vivo en Sant Cugat del Vallès. Soy catedrático de Psicología Médica y Psiquiatría en la UAB. Tengo pareja y dos hijos, Anna (20) y Jordi (14). ¿Política? Soy aprendiz de liberal. No tengo creencias religiosas. Publico ´El cerebro erótico´ / ´El cervell eròtic´ (L´Esfera dels Llibres), obra en la que explico los circuitos neurales del</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1176988273649542314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1176988273649542314' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1176988273649542314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1176988273649542314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/habr-frmacos-contra-los-celos.html' title='&quot;Habrá fármacos contra los celos&quot;'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6776128782387471808</id><published>2007-03-26T17:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:39:47.979+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Madonna vs. Depeche Mode</title><summary type='text'>Vaya temazo!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6776128782387471808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6776128782387471808' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6776128782387471808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6776128782387471808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/vaya-temazo.html' title='Madonna vs. Depeche Mode'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-4367901114397718709</id><published>2007-03-21T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:55:40.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Campaña contra la anorexia</title><summary type='text'>A las 22:11 de la noche una joven en ropa interior se mira en el espejo de su habitación. Permanece inmóvil, triste y preocupada, entonces comienza a observar su cuerpo a la vez que lo toca y analiza. Piernas, caderas, cuello... sus ojos comienzan a llenarse de lágrimas. No le gusta lo que ve, porque su cuerpo, bello para quien la observa no se corresponde con su realidad, una realidad que al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/4367901114397718709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=4367901114397718709' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4367901114397718709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4367901114397718709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/campaa-contra-la-anorexia.html' title='Campaña contra la anorexia'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-7963122275132472309</id><published>2007-03-16T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:52:37.772+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Fiebre ochentera</title><summary type='text'>"I just can’t get enough" de Depeche Mode"Tarzan Boy" de Baltimora</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/7963122275132472309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=7963122275132472309' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7963122275132472309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7963122275132472309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/fiebre-ochentera.html' title='Fiebre ochentera'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5033041107544865052</id><published>2007-03-16T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:50:42.592+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Mi marido me ha dejado</title><summary type='text'>Mi marido me ha dejado. Pero bueno, a lo hecho pecho, porque agua que no has de beber déjala correr, que aguas pasadas no mueven molino.Hombre, yo se lo digo a él, que moza galana calabaza vana y que sin embargo, gallina vieja da buen caldo, porque no es oro todo lo que reluce, y mujer, viento y ventura presto se mudan, y que con la cuchara que coges con esa comes y castillos más grandes se han </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5033041107544865052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5033041107544865052' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5033041107544865052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5033041107544865052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/mi-marido-me-ha-dejado.html' title='Mi marido me ha dejado'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-9044092791094891299</id><published>2007-03-16T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:39:47.978+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Libre</title><summary type='text'>Todo un himno en la cálida voz de Marta Sánchez </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/9044092791094891299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=9044092791094891299' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/9044092791094891299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/9044092791094891299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/libre.html' title='Libre'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-70530216001091591</id><published>2007-03-13T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:24:24.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Martes y trece</title><summary type='text'>Por NocheTrasDíaDejando a un lado supersticiones, creencias populares y demás supercherías, debo reconocer que a mí me gustan los días martes y trece. Diría más, creo firmemente que en esos días la suerte acecha en cualquier lugar.Si profundizamos un poco en esta tradición fatídica descubrimos que los martes están regidos por el planeta rojo Marte, el de la destrucción, la violéncia y la sangre. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/70530216001091591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=70530216001091591' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/70530216001091591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/70530216001091591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/martes-y-13.html' title='Martes y trece'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Rfbr_R6zqpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/6swzzgXE2ps/s72-c/martes13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6724321428081035793</id><published>2007-03-12T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:17:12.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos somos raros</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6724321428081035793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6724321428081035793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6724321428081035793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6724321428081035793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/todos-somos-raros.html' title='Todos somos raros'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RfUolh6zqlI/AAAAAAAAADk/GiVrTtPvwMU/s72-c/20070312elpepivin_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-3162045626186821701</id><published>2007-03-09T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:48:50.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Rumore, rumore</title><summary type='text'>Por NocheTrasDíaYa está aquí el fin de semana y con él la fiesta, qué fantastica, fantástica esta fiesta. Así que vamos a empezar a abrir boca con uno de los éxitos más petardos de la incombustible Raffaella Carrá. Ni las coreografías (parecen firmadas por el mismísimo Giorgio Aresu en pleno ataque de celo), ni el vestuario de los bailarines tienen desperdicio alguno... ¡A disfrutar!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/3162045626186821701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=3162045626186821701' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/3162045626186821701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/3162045626186821701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/rumore-rumore.html' title='Rumore, rumore'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6326091114884278768</id><published>2007-03-09T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:34:18.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraggle Rock</title><summary type='text'>¿Quién se acuerda de esto? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6326091114884278768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6326091114884278768' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6326091114884278768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6326091114884278768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/fraggle-rock.html' title='Fraggle Rock'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-28588939206869048</id><published>2007-03-08T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:04:16.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta a una "mariconófoba"</title><summary type='text'>Por NocheTrasDíaEsta carta va dirigida a la abogada malagueña Nuria Van Den Berghe, cuyo nombre de soltera es Nuria Gutiérrez de Madariaga, en respuesta al artículo "El homófobo", que publicó hace unos meses en el periódico digital El Pueblo de Ceuta. Para más señas, la susodicha es esposa de René Alphonse Van Den Berghe, más conocido como Erik el Belga, "el ladrón de arte más famoso de este </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/28588939206869048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=28588939206869048' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/28588939206869048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/28588939206869048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/carta-una-mariconfoba.html' title='Carta a una &quot;mariconófoba&quot;'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-4599240891636395368</id><published>2007-03-06T09:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Espantos de Agosto</title><summary type='text'>Por Matilda "Soy uno de los seres más solitarios que conozco, y de los más tristes, aunque resulte increíble... La gente del Caribe es muy así aunque tienen fama de todo lo contrario, de gregarios, de pachangueros, de fiesteros, pero tú los ves en plena fiesta y están con unos ojos de melancolía..."."Lo peor que le puede suceder a un hombre que no tiene vocación para el éxito literario, o en un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/4599240891636395368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=4599240891636395368' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4599240891636395368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4599240891636395368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/espantos-de-agosto.html' title='Espantos de Agosto'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Re1L_83jNQI/AAAAAAAAACg/hy1qZ9D6DPw/s72-c/popopo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-186286159335559634</id><published>2007-03-02T13:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:48:50.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Fix You</title><summary type='text'>When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you needWhen you feel so tired but you can't sleep ...Stuck in reverse</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/186286159335559634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=186286159335559634' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/186286159335559634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/186286159335559634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1452187256966622466</id><published>2007-03-02T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>La Fábula de la rana y el escorpión</title><summary type='text'>Por Matilda Las ideas de Rousseau fueron realmente revoluccionarias para su época. Para él, el hombre es bueno y feliz por naturaleza y desarrolla la guerra y la violencia en sociedad.En cambio para Maquiavelo el hombres es ingrato, esgoísta y voluble por naturaleza y vivir en sociedad no es más que disimular lo que es.Sería gratificante poder apoyar la tesis algo frívola y extravagante de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1452187256966622466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1452187256966622466' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1452187256966622466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1452187256966622466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-fbula-de-la-rana-y-el-escorpin.html' title='La Fábula de la rana y el escorpión'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/RegFvguoYEI/AAAAAAAAACU/oBfbGNr-LnU/s72-c/FFF.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-2133473686303618943</id><published>2007-03-01T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:48:50.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Eloise</title><summary type='text'>Por NocheTrasDíaOtra joyita, la archiconocida Eloise de Barry Ryan que, años más tarde, tendría su correspondiente revisión en clave de pop electrónico por obra y gracia del inclasificable, y trágicamente fallecido, Tino Casal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/2133473686303618943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=2133473686303618943' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/2133473686303618943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/2133473686303618943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/eloise.html' title='Eloise'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-7339884000924593638</id><published>2007-03-01T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:48:50.891+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Rock and Roll Radio</title><summary type='text'>Por MatildaEntre tanto y tanto disco basura para catalogar, de vez en cuando sale alguna joya como esta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/7339884000924593638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=7339884000924593638' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7339884000924593638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7339884000924593638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/rock-and-roll-radio.html' title='Rock and Roll Radio'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5298362951700664558</id><published>2007-03-01T13:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T13:34:52.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin fe, ni fu ni fa</title><summary type='text'>Un puñado de típicos tópicos y unas cuantas verdades salidas de la pluma de uno de nuestros filósofos más prolíficos, FERNANDO SAVATER: A menudo, las indignaciones o escándalos de nuestra sociedad recuerdan bastante a los caprichos apasionados de la multitud en el circo romano. Por ejemplo, el pataleo suscitado porque una agraciada señora que se presenta a un concurso de belleza (ocasión </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5298362951700664558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5298362951700664558' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5298362951700664558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5298362951700664558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/sin-fe-ni-fu-ni-fa.html' title='Sin fe, ni fu ni fa'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5801503053241439163</id><published>2007-03-01T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>La Inópia</title><summary type='text'>A Alexandra, La profesora universitaria va a comer a casa del profesor universitario. Trabajaron juntos durante 12 años y de tanto en tanto ( cada año o cada dos años) comían juntos y se explicaban como les habían ido las cosas desde la última vez que se habían visto. Esta vez, hacía cerca de tres años que no se veían: desde antes de que ella se divorciara.Todo el rato la profesora universitaria </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5801503053241439163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5801503053241439163' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5801503053241439163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5801503053241439163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-inpia.html' title='La Inópia'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Rea9aDhXL_I/AAAAAAAAABw/AK0uPtV3MMQ/s72-c/untitsss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6349296673687513128</id><published>2007-03-01T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>ENTREVISTA: Paul Auster / Escritor</title><summary type='text'>"A lo mejor he llegado al final"EDUARDO LAGO - Nueva York - 01/03/2007Es uno de los narradores más celebrados. Con 60 años, Auster confiesa que su imaginación da señales de agotamiento. En Viajes por el Scriptorium, que acaba de publicarse en España, reflexiona sobre la vejez y la responsabilidad de crear personajes. Eduardo Lago, director del Instituto Cervantes de Nueva York, conversa con uno </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6349296673687513128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6349296673687513128' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6349296673687513128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6349296673687513128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/03/entrevista-paul-auster-escritor.html' title='ENTREVISTA: Paul Auster / Escritor'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/Rea4YzhXL9I/AAAAAAAAABY/27H501iu7gE/s72-c/Paul_Auster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-7794289775271283179</id><published>2007-02-28T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:46:30.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Una es más auténtica cuanto más se parece a lo que ha soñado de sí misma</title><summary type='text'>Por Matilda &amp; NocheTrasDíaCuesta mucho ser auténtica... y si no que se lo pregunten a La Agrado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/7794289775271283179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=7794289775271283179' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7794289775271283179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/7794289775271283179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/02/una-es-ms-autntica-cuanto-ms-se-parece.html' title='Una es más auténtica cuanto más se parece a lo que ha soñado de sí misma'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6994814421687239197</id><published>2007-02-28T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Feminismo ‘chupiguay’</title><summary type='text'>EMPAR MOLINERPues, qué alivio más grande, hombre. Por fin, puedo respirar tranquila. Por fin el sexista anuncio de la empresa Dolce &amp; Gabanna ha sido retirado de España, gracias a las protestas del Instituto de la Mujer. Y a las de Los Verdes. Y a las de la Asociación de Usuarios de la Comunicación. Y a las de la Federación de Consumidores en Acción. Ahora, sin el anuncio, ya se han reducido las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6994814421687239197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6994814421687239197' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6994814421687239197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6994814421687239197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/02/feminismo-chupiguay.html' title='Feminismo ‘chupiguay’'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/ReVsvDhXL5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/K0T1km22WnQ/s72-c/DG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-1648695792167917541</id><published>2007-02-28T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:48:50.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Hoy tengo alma de blues ...</title><summary type='text'>Por MatildaSin duda solo hay tres mujeres capaces de hacernos llorar con esta canción: Billy Holliday, Ella Fitgerald y ella...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/1648695792167917541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=1648695792167917541' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1648695792167917541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/1648695792167917541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/02/hoy-tengo-alma-de-blues.html' title='Hoy tengo alma de blues ...'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-6499175298362071735</id><published>2007-02-28T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>ENTREVISTA: MARUJA TORRES Periodista y escritora</title><summary type='text'>"Barcelona es mi esposa y Beirut se ha convertido en mi amante"JUAN CRUZ - Madrid - 28/02/2007Maruja Torres, barcelonesa nacida en 1943, vive ahora casi siempre en Beirut, la capital de Líbano, "un país sin futuro". Escritora, periodista, ha hecho de la autobiografía (desde Un calor tan cercano) su modo de referirse a la realidad. Y la de Beirut, y el Líbano, le subleva y le amansa, al mismo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/6499175298362071735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=6499175298362071735' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6499175298362071735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/6499175298362071735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/02/entrevista-maruja-torres-periodista-y.html' title='ENTREVISTA: MARUJA TORRES Periodista y escritora'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B0QxoZt058I/ReVHvjhXL4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/S2hCGfCpfJQ/s72-c/Maruja_Torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-4565317869885978464</id><published>2007-02-27T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:48:50.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Si me llaman Pasión por algo será</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/4565317869885978464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=4565317869885978464' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4565317869885978464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/4565317869885978464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Si me llaman Pasión por algo será'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786126385088976417.post-5156858763556654309</id><published>2007-02-27T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:58:39.665+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literatura'/><title type='text'>Decálogo de la libertad</title><summary type='text'>Si la naturaleza ha creado alguna cosa menos susceptible que las demás de ser objeto de propiedad exclusiva, esa es la acción del poder del pensamiento que llamamos idea, algo que un individuo puede poseer de manera exclusiva mientras la tenga guardada. Sin embargo, en el momento en que se divulga, se fuerza a sí misma a convertirse en posesión de todos, y su receptor no puede desposeerse de ella</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/feeds/5156858763556654309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786126385088976417&amp;postID=5156858763556654309' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5156858763556654309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786126385088976417/posts/default/5156858763556654309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somosrarosyque.blogspot.com/2007/02/propiedad-intelectual.html' title='Decálogo de la libertad'/><author><name>La mujer invisible</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022564257561537197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://alkayana.blogia.com/upload/20060627151942-tacones4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
