tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14300386007405694162024-02-18T23:15:02.030-08:00no surpriseswe are ugly but we have the musicrudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-8441870469580511762011-12-05T07:03:00.000-08:002011-12-05T07:06:30.284-08:00tumblr<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLuDnazxbC6ZWBy1m-F8GF7xYUP_poAvXkN25dYxLcSkW8Ngr1WNcbF6lRHufOiP_9znTpeB4BBip8dT8xs0vKSYiva_7Le0Mqr4j-vIinmaXDC9rV3b95Tw5XpLuEUnecCEUfqQBz5Y/s1600/capturatumblr.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLuDnazxbC6ZWBy1m-F8GF7xYUP_poAvXkN25dYxLcSkW8Ngr1WNcbF6lRHufOiP_9znTpeB4BBip8dT8xs0vKSYiva_7Le0Mqr4j-vIinmaXDC9rV3b95Tw5XpLuEUnecCEUfqQBz5Y/s400/capturatumblr.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682660863590516146" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div>Una mica d'autobombo. M'he passat al tumblr! aquest és l'enllaç</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/">http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/</a></div><div><a href="http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/">http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/</a></div><div><a href="http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/">http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/</a></div><div><a href="http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/">http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/</a></div><div><a href="http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/">http://rudilleces.tumblr.com/</a></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-25462088290168826372011-10-11T01:36:00.000-07:002011-10-11T01:38:59.229-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WVZBkZnwIreIJ81cyuoIzv4pbFFnmFOm-cvFOVYaurSBZ8-ZMPZ9RLm3eiJZQ4co9OD0eg7qWEKmuShGlN05NaC-LpP8yHMP2V3EheCnuKiDrGvftQmyu1h5jvacPDDIX8Nz8n3zswo/s1600/marc-chagall_2_578621.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WVZBkZnwIreIJ81cyuoIzv4pbFFnmFOm-cvFOVYaurSBZ8-ZMPZ9RLm3eiJZQ4co9OD0eg7qWEKmuShGlN05NaC-LpP8yHMP2V3EheCnuKiDrGvftQmyu1h5jvacPDDIX8Nz8n3zswo/s400/marc-chagall_2_578621.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662151220775609474" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Hacia el fondo de ese mundo<br />del que me has hablado tanto,<br />paraíso de glaciares y de bosques polares,<br />donde miedos y temores<br />se convierten en paisajes<br />de infinitos abedules,<br />de hermosura incomparable.</span></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-6661449647039011522011-09-19T06:06:00.000-07:002011-09-19T06:08:44.579-07:00La caputxeta vermella<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-YeMYghICEWjOgeqan4W5NJvUQfAQHAWDo4n3eFYjZ72TWFNQ6FD-DfI2Ajdi4qs4zH08rwfLonwTVLJTGCyvuj4pBNcxNLKGDZ9HfbfJ9F6tB8_3eLwhhaf_Kl469HU3k619VCaz4s/s1600/caputxeta2.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ-YeMYghICEWjOgeqan4W5NJvUQfAQHAWDo4n3eFYjZ72TWFNQ6FD-DfI2Ajdi4qs4zH08rwfLonwTVLJTGCyvuj4pBNcxNLKGDZ9HfbfJ9F6tB8_3eLwhhaf_Kl469HU3k619VCaz4s/s400/caputxeta2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654056731700504866" /></a>Un dibuix que vaig fer de la caputxeta vermella.rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-16652110433080686052011-05-12T04:47:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:36:32.414-07:00Mapas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsExZahPB0Y_ZzGGH6qrk6awB0iVlPulgKOj9yVAY6j1lhQpKxyXe75G4Dr8vDrmw3O4L8mXVKLdqi_5kB4iHfOqltReo_41Q1_NowyuONhODSbb9xLgnz1woqUxb4L2ZbUZ-csp1lL0Q/s1600/vetusta-morla-mapas1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsExZahPB0Y_ZzGGH6qrk6awB0iVlPulgKOj9yVAY6j1lhQpKxyXe75G4Dr8vDrmw3O4L8mXVKLdqi_5kB4iHfOqltReo_41Q1_NowyuONhODSbb9xLgnz1woqUxb4L2ZbUZ-csp1lL0Q/s400/vetusta-morla-mapas1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605794729455650274" /></a>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-62690655326340360492011-05-11T07:43:00.000-07:002011-05-11T07:44:51.129-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSjIWuQ8uCuGHu0E-q4NkF_iST-TRNDe8EmNzIj7Jjwc4mXIoqU_h1bqiRBytmMx0UQCnKBwlYffrumBXO9DRT1yO1JHfGGMtWZeRhr57ycEj0Pi7HIMNnjr_vhwP9MZ3-1EEANCJ3QY/s1600/Sardenya+128.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaSjIWuQ8uCuGHu0E-q4NkF_iST-TRNDe8EmNzIj7Jjwc4mXIoqU_h1bqiRBytmMx0UQCnKBwlYffrumBXO9DRT1yO1JHfGGMtWZeRhr57ycEj0Pi7HIMNnjr_vhwP9MZ3-1EEANCJ3QY/s400/Sardenya+128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605469538876615442" /></a>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-50815047524032653582011-04-28T09:37:00.000-07:002011-04-28T09:39:41.727-07:00Taberneros<iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MAQ4-joaYWM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br />crec que és la cançó més trista i més bonica que he escoltat mai.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><i>"así que si hoy amaneces, y los pies te están doliendo</i></div><div style="text-align: right;"><i>es porque estuviste toda la noche, caminando por mis sueños..."</i></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-16728074922977674112011-04-27T06:35:00.001-07:002011-04-27T06:39:59.774-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78scDXsUJAlRg_I1s4Zg5uNb2LWqhFeUiMZbXh2Q7UXec9h-wQ1vj_9VpOJGoV7JuT9y9G4YIxZ_4W1jq0k6ofNuZxJeUqN8p9g1EKeeI3R-MrSlUxqgP9Wv6mjYl9HZR9Ejvhv6vdlk/s1600/vermell.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78scDXsUJAlRg_I1s4Zg5uNb2LWqhFeUiMZbXh2Q7UXec9h-wQ1vj_9VpOJGoV7JuT9y9G4YIxZ_4W1jq0k6ofNuZxJeUqN8p9g1EKeeI3R-MrSlUxqgP9Wv6mjYl9HZR9Ejvhv6vdlk/s400/vermell.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600257389274615810" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-11181894136574696112011-04-26T08:35:00.000-07:002011-04-26T08:41:20.342-07:00Reloj sin manecillas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs797nrJQfyNf0WqlJYBFDBCjsrD9qlVcfG6gWm53kKYyEjWHd1n-_r3ADuJWCpXxplp_LArbebuF5ZKKcfWBPhJN_aeFObqLKoQyZHE9FVFX_y79cgRGAymupoSgwNJPrlCwIgb42hg/s1600/Sardenya+038.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqs797nrJQfyNf0WqlJYBFDBCjsrD9qlVcfG6gWm53kKYyEjWHd1n-_r3ADuJWCpXxplp_LArbebuF5ZKKcfWBPhJN_aeFObqLKoQyZHE9FVFX_y79cgRGAymupoSgwNJPrlCwIgb42hg/s320/Sardenya+038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599917205455197666" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Y por una vez seré la más bella ciudad,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">y seré ballena en alta mar,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">y seré la noche al descender.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Y por una vez seré una luz y una canción,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">y seré la esfera de un reloj que no tiene agujas</div></div></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-62363020429077504802011-04-11T06:45:00.000-07:002011-04-11T06:55:35.715-07:00To Build a Home<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HwOk8FVMaFsXpeti3kiN4yhU5bf5bfeMs1WmNd36jS6gED2Rnhyxn3Qb0G9R_mpjZjFpsJjceiuejs7m7isykOeOdl0N6PueLae0OOsSHyFXbHWHcg2eGUEG0EuB0VBHDmq4ft0TTEE/s1600/tumblr_kwacr5p54U1qzsb00o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-HwOk8FVMaFsXpeti3kiN4yhU5bf5bfeMs1WmNd36jS6gED2Rnhyxn3Qb0G9R_mpjZjFpsJjceiuejs7m7isykOeOdl0N6PueLae0OOsSHyFXbHWHcg2eGUEG0EuB0VBHDmq4ft0TTEE/s320/tumblr_kwacr5p54U1qzsb00o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594323394311270786" /></a><br /><br /><object width="353" height="132"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=86ebae8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">There is a house built out of stone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Wooden floors, walls and window sills</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">This is a place where I don't feel alone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">This is a place where i feel at home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">And I built a home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">For you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">For me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Until it disappeared</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">From me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">From you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Out in the garden where we planted the seeds</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">There is a tree that's old as me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Branches were sewn by the color of green</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 5px;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Ground had arose and passed its knees</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">I climbed the tree to see the world</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">When the gusts came around to blow me down</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">I held on as tightly as you held onto me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">I held on as tightly as you held onto me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">And I built a home</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">For you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">For me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">Until it disappeared</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">From me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">From you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; ">And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><b>Cinematic Orchestra</b> - <i>To Build a Home</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "><i><br /></i></span></div></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-89679067414598447072011-04-07T01:48:00.000-07:002011-04-07T02:08:15.782-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo4F5ZbHyeLC8rLQlgPxSi-zHkTS17MJYE1-BMK8mT13iSFJALNvshCrYVlMuudE7wcEv1SQ89NJd-ICi5sonOIvNoSR5zqGYvj8Mmy9Z9lWVOB3IZEmb_5tsWcErSek-O-tkfgQztCw/s1600/DSCN1762.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeo4F5ZbHyeLC8rLQlgPxSi-zHkTS17MJYE1-BMK8mT13iSFJALNvshCrYVlMuudE7wcEv1SQ89NJd-ICi5sonOIvNoSR5zqGYvj8Mmy9Z9lWVOB3IZEmb_5tsWcErSek-O-tkfgQztCw/s320/DSCN1762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592765441922749394" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><div>- Me gustan mucho las puestas de sol; vamos a ver una puesta de sol...</div>- Tendremos que esperar...<br />- ¿Esperar qué?<br />- Que el sol se ponga<br /><br />Pareciste muy sorprendido, y después te reiste de ti mismo. Y me dijiste:<br /><br />- Siempre creo que estoy en mi casa.<br /><br />...<br /><br />- ¡Un día vi ponerse el sol cuarenta y tres veces!<br /><br />Y un poco más tarde añadiste:<br /><br />- ¿Sabes?... cuando uno está verdaderamente triste son agradables las puestas de sol.<br />- ¿Estabas, pues, verdaderamente triste el día de las cuarenta y tres veces?<br /><br />El principito no respondió.<span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-1691550111636465982011-04-06T06:24:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:28:23.732-07:00Hay que estar ebrio siempre<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHO92XF7UVdzUKJhhX7_uZn0JSGJ64dkdN50U-WP5h8Vilt3KzOQb5VA8NiJeiO4v0Kl2ZLzdY8ZeBmpRjFhPtHTiwQ8GueIoUBXc7oxIbsw4EYVf3uc6ws0O2JcN9c1RsQrR8V2aAR28/s1600/wendy+bevan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHO92XF7UVdzUKJhhX7_uZn0JSGJ64dkdN50U-WP5h8Vilt3KzOQb5VA8NiJeiO4v0Kl2ZLzdY8ZeBmpRjFhPtHTiwQ8GueIoUBXc7oxIbsw4EYVf3uc6ws0O2JcN9c1RsQrR8V2aAR28/s320/wendy+bevan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592460962772700658" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; ">Wendy Bevan</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><br />Hay que estar ebrio siempre. Todo reside en eso: ésta es la única cuestión. Para no sentir el horrible peso del Tiempo que nos rompe las espaldas y nos hace inclinar hacia la tierra, hay que embriagarse sin descanso.<br /><br />Pero, ¿de qué? De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como mejor les parezca. Pero embriáguense.<br /><br />Y si a veces, sobre las gradas de un palacio, sobre la verde hierba de una zanja, en la soledad huraña de su cuarto, la ebriedad ya atenuada o desaparecida ustedes se despiertan pregunten al viento, a la ola, a la estrella, al pájaro, al reloj, a todo lo que huye, a todo lo que gime, a todo lo que rueda, a todo lo que canta, a todo lo que habla, pregúntenle qué hora es; y el viento, la ola, la estrella, el pájaro, el reloj, contestarán:<br />¡Es hora de embriagarse!<br />Para no ser los esclavos martirizados del Tiempo,<br />¡embriáguense, embriáguense sin cesar!<br />De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como mejor les parezca.<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; ">Charles Baudelaire</span></div></span>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-7252007970225601132011-04-06T06:15:00.000-07:002011-04-06T06:18:50.449-07:00Vilhelm Hammershoi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAJXFDDtokuxQnvAHW83-8elQbG48Eya5lglF6AwK_cSN4AJ2apd1iRJTiVO3REp2YCKDlmyPL_zisdeq2PTswyLmKiCU6jR-Sz43JA6l0X30fHLFHb03K2xw0LCS5TEXm94tuRyM2zw/s1600/vilhelm+hammershoi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAJXFDDtokuxQnvAHW83-8elQbG48Eya5lglF6AwK_cSN4AJ2apd1iRJTiVO3REp2YCKDlmyPL_zisdeq2PTswyLmKiCU6jR-Sz43JA6l0X30fHLFHb03K2xw0LCS5TEXm94tuRyM2zw/s320/vilhelm+hammershoi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592458897517932402" /></a><br />No existe, sospecho, frontera, al menos en el sentido en que nosotros estamos acostumbrados a pensar. No hay murallas que separen ni valles que dividan ni montañas que cierren el paso. Probablemente cruzaré el límite sin advertirlo siquiera e, ignorante de ello, continuaré avanzando. Por esta razón pretendo que, cuando me hayan alcanzado de nuevo, Escipión y los otros mensajeros que le siguen no partan ya hacia la capital, sino que marchen por delante, precediéndome, para que yo pueda saber con antelación aquello que me aguarda. Desde hace un tiempo, se despierta en mí por las noches una agitación insólita, y no es ya la nostalgia por las alegrías abandonadas, como ocurría en los primeros tiempos del viaje; es más bien la impaciencia por conocer las tierras ignotas hacia las que me dirijo. Día a día, a medida que avanzo hacia la incierta meta, voy notando -y hasta ahora a nadie se lo he confesado- cómo en el cielo resplandece una luz insólita como nunca se me ha aparecido ni siquiera en sueños, y cómo las plantas, los montes, los ríos que atravesamos, parecen hechos de una esencia diferente de aquella de nuestra tierra, y el aire trae presagios que no sé expresar. Mañana por la mañana una esperanza nueva me arrastrará todavía más adelante, hacia esas montañas inexploradas que las sombras de la noche están ocultando. Una vez más levantaré el campamento mientras por la parte opuesta Domingo desaparece en el horizonte llevando a la ciudad remotísima mi inútil mensaje.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i>Los siete mensajeros</i></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "><div style="text-align: justify; ">Dino Buzatti</div></span>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-65866165743246357062011-04-06T05:53:00.000-07:002011-04-06T05:55:50.569-07:00jo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHuErNM-DvDn_gI2B_uDHf8aS1iQEdsY5u4n0PAoPOJRxcjUvTQHDUI5sZ3XjVdUYs-naITwq6dw_8AHIxNL0kEMOPzsGjP3Ny73T56nNOydbU0wYCQ0hN0Un3PQ6VjyHkFdaFy8NGxo/s1600/peix+lond.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSHuErNM-DvDn_gI2B_uDHf8aS1iQEdsY5u4n0PAoPOJRxcjUvTQHDUI5sZ3XjVdUYs-naITwq6dw_8AHIxNL0kEMOPzsGjP3Ny73T56nNOydbU0wYCQ0hN0Un3PQ6VjyHkFdaFy8NGxo/s320/peix+lond.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592452938464065746" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div>Tengo antídotos de muchos males, <div>menos de mí mismo.</div><div>Me obligo a aprender sin escatimar cicatrices. </div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-88322062523741697762011-04-06T05:41:00.000-07:002011-04-06T05:45:10.659-07:00Where is my mind?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-G4XFsPLkek-4TyDeKqpK-pMYaCozNN1A5BMsEISnjGcKhuQPhDwiGcACpVQ1hEG-Jr2FRHNPpe-__54uGUugiEfCgDY3giNkaQjGv7rjKvK6vGdnYGh1v6kAsRiP_5xz_zpD9_5hPD0/s1600/lost+in.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-G4XFsPLkek-4TyDeKqpK-pMYaCozNN1A5BMsEISnjGcKhuQPhDwiGcACpVQ1hEG-Jr2FRHNPpe-__54uGUugiEfCgDY3giNkaQjGv7rjKvK6vGdnYGh1v6kAsRiP_5xz_zpD9_5hPD0/s320/lost+in.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592450364985310418" /></a><br /><div><i>With your feet in the air and your head on the ground</i></div><div><i>Try this trick and spin it, yeah</i></div><div><i>Your head will collapse</i></div><div><i>But there's nothing in it</i></div><div><i>And you'll ask yourself</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Where is my mind?</i></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-44562903044402004582011-03-30T03:31:00.000-07:002011-03-30T03:55:08.128-07:00Criticarem les Noves Modes de Pentinats<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkwymz4Dur-ofh0gCBLGf252VUTGlUu9sx_B16-5lcMDj_sB8qw8ZkWracBc7gv3auOVdgPnGrUF5gmS-FwduCbVJHAoK4BW95uI-SSJqaPvihddpmFI0vFMS-5c7q0Nt-4uIC493si0/s1600/travel10.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkwymz4Dur-ofh0gCBLGf252VUTGlUu9sx_B16-5lcMDj_sB8qw8ZkWracBc7gv3auOVdgPnGrUF5gmS-FwduCbVJHAoK4BW95uI-SSJqaPvihddpmFI0vFMS-5c7q0Nt-4uIC493si0/s320/travel10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589824366845699218" border="0" /></a>Vindran els anys i, amb els anys, la calma<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">que et pintarà als ulls una mirada suau.<br />Et faran fer un pas i, després, un altre,<br />seràs tota una experta a tirar endavant.<br />Amb tant de temps hauràs trobat un lloc agradable,<br />o ja estaràs un pèl mandrosa per buscar.<br />Rebràs tracte de senyora, o de iaia estranya<br />que té acollonits tots els nens del veïnat.<br /><br />I seràs un sac de mals o seràs una roca.<br />I els moments de mirar enrere et faran gràcia i et faran mal.<br />I potser no seré el teu amic,<br />ni tindré res a veure amb si ets o no ets feliç.<br />Ja em veig de record mig trist que se't creua pel cap<br />una mala tarda.<br />I potser dormiré abraçadet<br />a una dona a qui quasi no hauré explicat qui ets.<br />Potser tindrem néts malparits que se'n fotin de mi<br />quan no m'enteri de les coses.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zz-KYLSKeg&feature=related">Però, quan seré vell, seguiré cantant-te cançons, igual.</a><br />Caminaré lent i m'asseuré, a vegades, als bancs.<br />Verset a verset convocaré el teu cos llarg i blanc<br />i em podran veure somriure una mica per sota del nas.<br /><br />Que vinguin els anys! Aquí em té la calma!<br />Que em jugo amb la decadència de la carn<br />que un raconet del menjador farà d'escenari<br />i que ningú sospitarà de qui estic parlant.<br /><br />I que, quan seré vell, seguiré cantant-te cançons, igual.<br />No sé si estaré per garantir-te una gran qualitat<br />però creuré en un verset i em distrauré intentant-lo allargar<br />i em podran veure somriure una mica per sota del nas,<br /><br />i em podran veure somriure una mica per sota del nas.</div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-42600415606503341302011-03-29T06:38:00.000-07:002011-03-29T06:40:14.146-07:00Tres<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCRKH839hW2fOvyA4SMRHZrID5MmPaw_2n1-FA9muZfaKgNB12lH99nAcAB_LjSBWA0LDx3RdelwUkjg0gqVVpc654jA8MriAG5zld8dlYyGf7DnmZCxAfnIvuY77pg0g3FDL7q-rTV8/s1600/tres.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPCRKH839hW2fOvyA4SMRHZrID5MmPaw_2n1-FA9muZfaKgNB12lH99nAcAB_LjSBWA0LDx3RdelwUkjg0gqVVpc654jA8MriAG5zld8dlYyGf7DnmZCxAfnIvuY77pg0g3FDL7q-rTV8/s320/tres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589495970422675730" /></span></a>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-75971447789676298192011-03-25T09:22:00.000-07:002011-03-25T09:24:25.239-07:00Maternitat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfl4JGhg7qbOa1kb9mmsaGuW5mYfsvlynhKfnEX4pXOFOkfV20yg7WKJ__juVhic6ee5TvFtLNY0AbaS1lAgPIQTXfISd0kddNi5J_S270Dp_rPMclAnzV0SOGmww2cWX5In0XDE0plc/s1600/mamapeke.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfl4JGhg7qbOa1kb9mmsaGuW5mYfsvlynhKfnEX4pXOFOkfV20yg7WKJ__juVhic6ee5TvFtLNY0AbaS1lAgPIQTXfISd0kddNi5J_S270Dp_rPMclAnzV0SOGmww2cWX5In0XDE0plc/s320/mamapeke.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588054112280643218" border="0" /></a><br />Detall del nou dibuix per "Veus de Dones" dedicat a la Maternitat.rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-31653307163190374932011-03-14T04:26:00.000-07:002011-03-14T04:28:11.261-07:00Aniversari<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MsxMCLuqLFU" allowfullscreen="" width="640" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Celebrant el plaer indescriptible que és estar amb tu avui que et fas gran. </span>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-68656192943626426792011-03-04T08:14:00.000-08:002011-03-04T08:22:24.575-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8j-p9xe6ThKqAviSXk0npNTuBdZas2n0pWxW25hKY8KDj3i1Hwi3k-d-NZkvd1yrJOF8p62VeSWex5Wb_-XJpWJm5QxXNAfeJo695ORhX52J1Z8A1L3N10bMOiIEtsBURVH-3BnKnm-k/s1600/prostituci%25C3%25B3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8j-p9xe6ThKqAviSXk0npNTuBdZas2n0pWxW25hKY8KDj3i1Hwi3k-d-NZkvd1yrJOF8p62VeSWex5Wb_-XJpWJm5QxXNAfeJo695ORhX52J1Z8A1L3N10bMOiIEtsBURVH-3BnKnm-k/s320/prostituci%25C3%25B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580259126599881426" border="0" /></a>Un altre dibuix pel programa dedicat a la Prostitució de "<span style="font-style: italic;">Veus de Dones</span>".<br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-14053094732069434282011-02-26T09:14:00.001-08:002011-02-28T08:23:38.830-08:00Hunger<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuNcjiuAfgNhEn5TSVH6TCpnnWGc7uOl3Q6qjrMH1-wIOIWTi79hXsb66hyphenhyphenxyKlHOZINvI-Xllz2JrWEgTfmIy-CvvePTZvkO-8FmM9iH-aJ4egRwdbAuwYDs7BSymLQP1Igr9lHNQm0/s1600/Hunger.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuNcjiuAfgNhEn5TSVH6TCpnnWGc7uOl3Q6qjrMH1-wIOIWTi79hXsb66hyphenhyphenxyKlHOZINvI-Xllz2JrWEgTfmIy-CvvePTZvkO-8FmM9iH-aJ4egRwdbAuwYDs7BSymLQP1Igr9lHNQm0/s320/Hunger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578048032742294642" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Devastadora manera d'explicar les últimes setmanes d'uns presos membres de l'IRA en una presó d'alta seguretat d'Irlanda del Nord. Guardes britànics intenten acabar amb la dignitat dels presos irlandesos, i amb una minuciositat i cruesa extrema, Macqueen ens endinssa en el conflicte dividint la pel.lícula en tres parts.<br /><br />Primer veiem la quotidianitat de la vaga de neteja dels presos, i la violència que van utilitzar els guardians contra ells sense pràcticament gens de diàleg; en segon lloc, hi ha un increïble diàleg entre un dels presos, Bobby Sand, i un sacerdot entre cigarret i cigarret; per acabar, veiem de molt a prop la vaga de fam de Bobby Sand que acabarà sent el protagonista de la cinta. És espectacular.<br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-28479855242223200842011-02-21T10:31:00.000-08:002011-02-21T10:41:54.419-08:00Pissing in a River<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YXqdkvguHFU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Una escena de "All Over Me", pel.lícula adolescent per excel.lència, amb <span style="font-style: italic;">Pissing in a River</span> de Patti Smith de fons. Feia molts anys que no veia i és brutal. <br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-72785489611803590112011-02-17T11:34:00.001-08:002011-02-17T13:55:30.093-08:00Patti Smith<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c1W6SVWh-FsyMc1gDbb2McgrI-xeYF9e9JTe5xeXKkO0IDRj68kqCRlMnL4bNxBp2Eo6o44NHHJQUjNEqW1O1fHtCWoWl0FON1VRdIjAj0Ny10YxgR5rzNCyr7ZHVHWMbhhSAsoKWlQ/s1600/patti+smith+-+horses+1975+%2528front%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1c1W6SVWh-FsyMc1gDbb2McgrI-xeYF9e9JTe5xeXKkO0IDRj68kqCRlMnL4bNxBp2Eo6o44NHHJQUjNEqW1O1fHtCWoWl0FON1VRdIjAj0Ny10YxgR5rzNCyr7ZHVHWMbhhSAsoKWlQ/s320/patti+smith+-+horses+1975+%2528front%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574744426141363602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Em recordo estirada al meu llit, en aquella edat en que tot sembla molt difícil i ningú sembla capaç de poder entendre res, escoltant <span style="font-style: italic;">Horses </span>a tot volum sense parar. Veure-la dilluns al Palau de la Música serà especial, n'estic convençuda.<br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-30005514226689547792011-02-17T11:27:00.000-08:002011-02-17T11:32:25.477-08:00Andorra<iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/om4L6GLJKzY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />El record d'un increïble i divertidíssim cap de setmana ple de boira, muntanyes, estiraments, intents d'excursions, fred, pastissos, sopes, dibuixos i cançons de novembre. <span style="font-style: italic;">Què se n'ha fet d'aquelles flors?</span> en el vídeo muntat (per fi), per sempre.<br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-15501458297534800302011-02-14T15:03:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:04:51.298-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuando en el mundo aparece un verdadero genio, puede identificársele por este signo: todos los necios se conjuran contra él. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Johnathan Swift<br /></div>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1430038600740569416.post-18901587968523022602011-02-09T03:55:00.000-08:002011-02-09T04:10:12.156-08:00L'accordéoniste<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tGEqd_s3ZJLkgeCKywyScD1voH6BfxCuOT7-OhGm5Kc6UEkga3Iqt7lpExtRnxxOUi2q0Ko3IY5YqGMYgoW_TqJemuqt6JmLV612U2_afKHAQOYjKiHkjx7tiCYMkDaIa9tyJPRB80c/s1600/robert-doisneau.+4+.+Ell+acordeonista.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tGEqd_s3ZJLkgeCKywyScD1voH6BfxCuOT7-OhGm5Kc6UEkga3Iqt7lpExtRnxxOUi2q0Ko3IY5YqGMYgoW_TqJemuqt6JmLV612U2_afKHAQOYjKiHkjx7tiCYMkDaIa9tyJPRB80c/s320/robert-doisneau.+4+.+Ell+acordeonista.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571657451887300674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span><pre style="line-height: 19px; font-size: 14px;">Elle écoute la java<br />Mais elle ne la danse pas<br />Elle ne regarde même pas la piste<br />Et ses yeux amoureux<br />Suivent le jeu nerveux<br />Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste<br />Ça lui rentre dans la peau<br />Par le bas, par le haut<br />Elle a envie de chanter<br />C'est physique<br />Tout son être est tendu<br />Son souffle est suspendu<br />C'est une vraie tordue de la musique<br /><br />i <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46Yo3e1fhFQ">cantat per la Martha Wainwright</a> és la bomba,<br />m'han fet descobrir.</pre></span></span>rudilleceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04535368015654651915noreply@blogger.com1