<?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-4797190284447379326</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:08:51.378-08:00</updated><category term='Poesía'/><category term='Tiempo'/><category term='Desobediencia civil'/><category term='Esto no viene a cuento.'/><title type='text'>El hombre tranquilo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-4653076988714996453</id><published>2009-04-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:58:29.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía'/><title type='text'>La tierra estéril</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drewsart.co.uk/photogallery/isolation/how%20much%20more%20of%20myself%20must%20i%20lose%20before%20things%20change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1 -369098753 63 0 4129023 0;} @font-face 	{font-family:"\@Arial Unicode MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:128; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:-1 -369098753 63 0 4129023 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:CA;} pre 	{margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Arial Unicode MS";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unreal City,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not thought death had undone so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying ‘Stetson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘That corpse you planted last year in your garden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      T.S. Eliott, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The waste land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:·:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciudad irreal,  				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajo la niebla ocre de un amanecer de invierno, 								 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una muchedumbre fluía sobre el Puente de 				Londres, tantos, 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tenía ni idea de que la muerte hubiera 				destruido tantos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;				 				&lt;br /&gt;suspiros, cortos e infrecuentes, eran exhalados, 								 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cada hombre llevaba los ojos clavados un poco 				por delante de sus pies.  				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluían colina arriba y 				bajaban King William Street, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;				 				&lt;br /&gt;adonde Saint Mary Woolnoth daba las horas  				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con un sonido muerto en la última 				campanada de las nueve. 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí vi a alguien que conocía, y le 				paré, gritando: "¡Stetson! 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú que estuviste embarcado conmigo 				en Mylae! 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquel cadáver que plantaste en tu jardín 				el año pasado, 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ha empezado a retoñar? ¿Florecerá 				este año? 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿O ha perturbado su lecho la helada 				repentina? 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Manten al Perro lejos de aquí, 				que es amigo de los hombres, 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o con sus uñas volverá a 				desenterrarlo! 				 				&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tú! hypocrite lecteur! - mon 				semblabe, - mon frère!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;T.S. Eliott, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La tierra estéril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 								&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-4653076988714996453?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/4653076988714996453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=4653076988714996453' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/4653076988714996453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/4653076988714996453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-tierra-esteril.html' title='La tierra estéril'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-8591653649517257759</id><published>2008-10-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:19:53.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiempo'/><title type='text'>Tiempo (II)</title><content type='html'>Una broma filosófica de Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889-1951)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-...5,1,4,1,3. ¿ya está! -exclama el demacrado anciano.&lt;br /&gt;-Pareces exhausto, ¿qué estabas haciendo?&lt;br /&gt;-Recitando de atrás para adelante la expansión decimal de &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-weight: bold;" lang="CA"&gt;π."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-8591653649517257759?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/8591653649517257759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=8591653649517257759' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/8591653649517257759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/8591653649517257759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiempo-ii.html' title='Tiempo (II)'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-6699902195787041906</id><published>2008-10-10T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:10:33.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiempo'/><title type='text'>Tiempo (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anto&lt;/span&gt; Tomás de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aquino&lt;/span&gt; (1225?-1274) fue pionero en integrar la filosofía de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aristóteles&lt;/span&gt; con el cristianismo. Independientemente de si tuvo éxito o no en esta empresa, acabó fundando un movimiento, el llamado cristianismo aristotélico, que vería el fin de sus días en 1277, cuando el obispo parisino &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Etienne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tempier&lt;/span&gt; declaró herejes a los aristotélicos radicales de la universidad de París, liberando a partir de entonces a los lógicos de la carga de "tener que responder a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aristóteles&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre las principales máximas aristotélicas, se encuentran aquella que afirma que el Universo no tiene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;origen&lt;/span&gt; ni final en términos temporales. Ello plantea una paradoja evidente al intentar ser integrado en una confesión basada en el creacionismo, esto es, una entidad generadora de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el principio&lt;/span&gt;. La condena de 1277 (instigada, por cierto, por el Papa Juan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XXI&lt;/span&gt;, anteriormente autor de tres obras sobre lógica que trataban, entre otras cuestiones, precisamente del concepto de lo "infinito") puede verse de este modo como una forma de cortar el problema de raíz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si analizamos la postura de Tomás de Aquino desde el prisma de John McTaggart (1866-1925), un ateo defensor de la inmortalidad, llegamos a una conclusión sorprendentemente lúcida. Reproduzco a tal efecto un fragmente del capítulo "¿Puede Dios tener biografía?" del libro "Breve historia de la paradoja", de Roy Sorensen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomás de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aquino&lt;/span&gt; generalmente se expresa de manera que la serie B (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anterior, simultáneo, posterior&lt;/span&gt;) resulta más importante que la serie A (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasado, presente, futuro&lt;/span&gt;). La mayoría de los pensadores del siglo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;XX&lt;/span&gt; coincide con la preferencia de Tomás de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aquino&lt;/span&gt; por la serie B. Definen la serie A en términos de la serie B, con la ayuda del demostrativo "este". Según uno de los esquemas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahora&lt;/span&gt; significa simultáneo con esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;proferencia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasado&lt;/span&gt; significa anterior a estar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;proferencia&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;futuro &lt;/span&gt;significa posterior a esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;proferencia&lt;/span&gt;. Dado el hecho de la velocidad de la luz y del sonido, resulta natural para los hombres organizar el tiempo en la serie pasado-presente-futuro. Piénsese en la manera en que la navegación nos llevó a desarrollar el sistema de longitud-latitud. estas coordenadas imaginarias son capaces de organizar hechos geográficos complejos. Las relaciones entre el ecuador y el meridiano &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;º pueden estudiarse de una manera matemática exacta, lo mismo que la "lógica del tiempo" implícita en al serie A. Pero el sistema es una ficción útil más que una radiografía de la realidad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-6699902195787041906?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/6699902195787041906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=6699902195787041906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/6699902195787041906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/6699902195787041906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiempo-i.html' title='Tiempo (I)'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-783498976003687737</id><published>2008-09-03T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:58:56.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esto no viene a cuento.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foromtb.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=356664&amp;amp;stc=1&amp;amp;d=1180215715"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.foromtb.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=356664&amp;amp;stc=1&amp;amp;d=1180215715" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;normalidad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;volviendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rutinario&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Solían haber sentimientos, pero bajo toneladas de sensaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que regrese la tierra perpetuamente removida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que el mundo abandone mi imperio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que el humeante fantasma aulle abatido mientras se desliza por debajo de la puerta y a través de la persiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiero, joder, volver a aprender de los pasos desnudos que solía dar en mis largos paseos por este frágil puente de madera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El cemento, algún día lo aprenderá, nunca será bienvenido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-783498976003687737?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/783498976003687737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=783498976003687737' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/783498976003687737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/783498976003687737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-miedo-la-normalidad-se-est-volviendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-196703217334106505</id><published>2008-05-16T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:23:37.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecoogler.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ecoogler.com/images/corner_es1.gif" alt="Apoya Ecoogler.com el buscador ecológico" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-196703217334106505?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/196703217334106505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=196703217334106505' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/196703217334106505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/196703217334106505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/05/apoya-ecooglercom-el-buscador-ecolgico.html' title=''/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-5245717533306270620</id><published>2008-04-09T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:15:33.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"[...]La progresión de una monarquía absoluta hacia una limitada, de una monarquía limitada hacia una democracia, es el progreso hacia un auténtico respeto al individuo. Incluso aquel filósofo chino era lo suficientemente sabio para reconocer al individuo como la base del imperio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es la democracia, tal y como la conocemos, la última mejora posible en un gobierno? ¿No es acaso posible ir un paso más allá hacia el reconocimiento y la organización de los derechos del hombre? Jamás habrá un Estado realmente libre e iluminado hasta que el Estado reconozca al individuo como el más alto e independiente de los poderes, de donde derivan su propio poder y autoridad, y lo trate en consecuencia. Me complace imaginar al fin un Estado que alcance a ser justo con todos los hombres, y que trate al individuo con respeto como vecino; que jamás se sentiría inconsistente desde su propio reposo si unos pocos decidieran vivir al margen, no mezclarse, no ser abrazados por él, mientras cumplieran con sus deberes como vecinos y miembros de una sociedad. Un estado que trajera este tipo de fruto, y sufriera viéndolo caer tan presto como fue talado, allanaría el camino hacia un Estado incluso más perfecto y glorioso, que también e imaginado, pero que no he vislumbrado aún en lugar alguno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau dixit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-5245717533306270620?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/5245717533306270620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=5245717533306270620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/5245717533306270620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/5245717533306270620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-2129769898688170684</id><published>2008-02-09T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:09:57.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Buckley - Song to the siren</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2QmQhYZEvQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2QmQhYZEvQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-2129769898688170684?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/2129769898688170684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=2129769898688170684' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/2129769898688170684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/2129769898688170684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/02/tim-buckley-song-to-siren.html' title='Tim Buckley - Song to the siren'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-5488273609584960118</id><published>2008-01-12T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:44:46.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desobediencia civil'/><title type='text'>Henry David Thoreau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/R4kYpnYl3PI/AAAAAAAAAAU/V259WoawpWQ/s1600-h/Thoreau_Zitat.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/R4aqOXYl3OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNmdwKBumuY/s320/youngdylan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153993987344162018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have heard many years of telling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And many years should see some change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ball I threw while playing in the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Has not yet reached the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He oído muchos años de cuentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tantos, que debería ver algun cambio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La pelota que lancé jugando en el parque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aún no ha alcanzado el suelo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-8526940481501423712?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/8526940481501423712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=8526940481501423712' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/8526940481501423712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/8526940481501423712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2008/01/dylan-thomas-should-lanterns-shine-que.html' title='Dylan Thomas, SHOULD LANTERNS SHINE (Que las linternas brillen) (Fragmento)'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/R4aqOXYl3OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BNmdwKBumuY/s72-c/youngdylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797190284447379326.post-922294092982961505</id><published>2007-03-23T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T07:37:00.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no creo</title><content type='html'>Ya no creo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en los himnos&lt;br /&gt;en ls banderas&lt;br /&gt;en los escudos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puesto que son a un país lo que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las sintonías&lt;br /&gt;los colores corporativos&lt;br /&gt;los logotipos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a una marca comercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirven exactamente para lo mismo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797190284447379326-922294092982961505?l=thequietfolk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/feeds/922294092982961505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4797190284447379326&amp;postID=922294092982961505' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/922294092982961505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797190284447379326/posts/default/922294092982961505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequietfolk.blogspot.com/2007/03/ya-no-creo.html' title='Ya no creo'/><author><name>Javi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07778840718255076238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MhjyUVTFWkA/SyU0Nl0CHdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ovbg-Ib0Fh8/s1600-R/10835_1272169039267_1081115188_883847_4115761_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
