<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 05:14:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>*mirada speed</title><description></description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-6979063391895139733</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T06:54:15.361-07:00</atom:updated><title>Un hombre lobo en Londres</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RsGyNDFLRvI/AAAAAAAAADE/_hkeCq70u_U/s1600-h/Led_Zeppelin_on_stage_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098552190395172594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RsGyNDFLRvI/AAAAAAAAADE/_hkeCq70u_U/s320/Led_Zeppelin_on_stage_1977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, baby, baby, I'm gonna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you when the summertime,&lt;br /&gt;Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin',&lt;br /&gt;Leave you when the summer comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe, baby, mmm, baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave you,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't jokin' woman,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leavin',&lt;br /&gt;Really got to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it callin' me back ho--oo-ome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Babe, oh, Babe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, you know,&lt;br /&gt;I've really got to leave you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can hear it callin' me&lt;br /&gt;I said, don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know I'm never, never, never, never, never, never, never,&lt;br /&gt;Gonna leave you babe&lt;br /&gt;But, I got to go away from this place,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to quit you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you hear it callin' me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, woman, woman, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to have you back again&lt;br /&gt;And I know that one day baby, it's gonna really grow, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;We gonna go walkin' through the park every day.&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, every day, oh&lt;br /&gt;My, my - my - my, my, my babe&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Goin'I'm gonna quit you babyIt was really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;You made me happy every single day.&lt;br /&gt;But now... I've got to go away!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Baby, baby, baby,&lt;br /&gt;That's when it's callin' me&lt;br /&gt;I said that's when it's callin' me back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para mayor placer animal, escucharlo a todo volumen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&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/5972779156196906683-6979063391895139733?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/08/un-hombre-lobo-en-londres.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RsGyNDFLRvI/AAAAAAAAADE/_hkeCq70u_U/s72-c/Led_Zeppelin_on_stage_1977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-326379811006608017</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-10T10:43:04.806-07:00</atom:updated><title>1997-2007</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RpPAxJs2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d1UFkgPRhbw/s1600-h/Radio_Head_-_Ok_Computer_-_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085620354881577634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RpPAxJs2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d1UFkgPRhbw/s320/Radio_Head_-_Ok_Computer_-_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pasado 1 de Julio, se cumplieron 10 años de la aparicion de un disco clave del rock alternativo y que llego dispuesto a cambiar las reglas del juego de la musica. Los 5 de Oxford junto con el productor Nigel Godrich, decidieron experimentar nuevos sonidos mediante el uso de teclados e ingeniosas tecnicas de grabacion, y crearon este monstruo musical llamado OK Computer. Gracias a este disco existen miles de bandas que hoy pululan por todo el mundo, tratando de imitar, sin exito, los sonidos aqui creados. 12 piezas unicas y irrepetibles conforman esta placa, que mas de uno se canso de escuchar una y otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo cuando lo compre. Fue unas vacaciones en Mar del plata, y con tan solo 11 años, adquiri el disco por la suma de 16 pesos (los 90's...). En ese momento me gusto, pero mi capacidad no me permitia disfrutarlo por lo que era. Tiempo y discos escuchados despues, pude por fin reconocerlo como se debia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*La psicodelia de Airbag, esos tenebrosos sonidos de fondo.&lt;br /&gt;*Paranoid android... ¿que decir?. Una obra maestra del rock.&lt;br /&gt;*La voz de Thom Yorke en la mezcla de Exit music (for a film). Desde la primera vez que lo escuche, sentia que me susurraba al oido, literalmente.&lt;br /&gt;*La dulce melancolia de The tourist.&lt;br /&gt;*La introduccion de No surprises (y su respectivo video).&lt;br /&gt;*La forma en la que el estribillo se funde en la ultima estrofa en Karma police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada cancion tiene miles de sonidos y formas para encontrar, y cada vez que se escucha de nuevo, pareciera que las canciones mutaran.&lt;br /&gt;Podria escribirse mucho mas sobre este disco, pero yo recomiendo que el que no lo escucho, no pierda mas su tiempo y corra a conseguirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-326379811006608017?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-pasado-1-de-julio-se-cumplieron-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RpPAxJs2YqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/d1UFkgPRhbw/s72-c/Radio_Head_-_Ok_Computer_-_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-8208138614878762287</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-03T08:16:12.884-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All good children go to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-8208138614878762287?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-2-3-4-5-6-7-all-good-children-go-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-8913685443798520309</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T12:29:14.401-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y así concluiré con el sentimiento de que hoy el poeta ha de ser todo lo contrario de un poeta; no puede discriminar entre corazón y alma, carne y espíritu, belleza y fealdad, verdad y falsedad. No es más que un hombre, un hombre que siente que no es sino custodio de la conciencia humana y que, cuando muerta, tendrá otro poeta que lo reemplace, a fin de que la conciencia vaya perfeccionándose y de que el hombre se vaya haciendo cada vez más humano, y la vida más cabal...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William S. Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-8913685443798520309?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-as-concluir-con-el-sentimiento-de-que.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-5832661717360944534</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T08:03:23.683-07:00</atom:updated><title>Aqui, alla y en todas partes</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rn_0Mmri32I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rUnO1uJpKnI/s1600-h/revolver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080047402076004194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rn_0Mmri32I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rUnO1uJpKnI/s320/revolver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Los arreglos orquestales de Eleanor Rigby.&lt;br /&gt;*El solo de George en I'm only sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;*El pattern de bateria de Ringo en She said, she said.&lt;br /&gt;*Los coros en Here, there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;*La inconfundible pluma de Paul en For no one.&lt;br /&gt;*Tomorrow never knows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por estas y muchas cosas mas, gracias a Dios que existe Revolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que lindo es despertar y viajar junto a el en la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-5832661717360944534?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/06/aqui-alla-y-en-todas-partes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rn_0Mmri32I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rUnO1uJpKnI/s72-c/revolver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-7435432933988190398</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T10:20:47.063-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rm7Vz2ri31I/AAAAAAAAACs/KdHH0znNKWI/s1600-h/soda+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075228916921327442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rm7Vz2ri31I/AAAAAAAAACs/KdHH0znNKWI/s400/soda+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-7435432933988190398?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rm7Vz2ri31I/AAAAAAAAACs/KdHH0znNKWI/s72-c/soda+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-1028780376276379142</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2007 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-14T16:35:17.859-07:00</atom:updated><title>El otro lado de la música</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RkjxEr_dQbI/AAAAAAAAACk/p6fpVXgRNUQ/s1600-h/loveless.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064562843808776626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RkjxEr_dQbI/AAAAAAAAACk/p6fpVXgRNUQ/s400/loveless.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When You Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I look at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I dont know what's (true)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll see (you) tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it won't be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you take me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you walk (away).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you say "I do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I don't (believe) you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you sleep tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it won't be long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-1028780376276379142?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-otro-lado-de-la-msica.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RkjxEr_dQbI/AAAAAAAAACk/p6fpVXgRNUQ/s72-c/loveless.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-617668610116132312</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-30T08:45:23.146-07:00</atom:updated><title>It's a strange world, isn't it?</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RjYNpL_dQaI/AAAAAAAAACc/87O7HpJL0iE/s1600-h/dennis+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059246232642077090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RjYNpL_dQaI/AAAAAAAAACc/87O7HpJL0iE/s320/dennis%2B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora todo está oscuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-617668610116132312?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-strange-world-isnt-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RjYNpL_dQaI/AAAAAAAAACc/87O7HpJL0iE/s72-c/dennis%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-7729713766314570940</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2007 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-18T05:59:16.877-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La vida se rige por la suerte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No tengo dudas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-7729713766314570940?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-vida-se-rige-por-la-suerte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-5542596475846189050</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2007 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-11T06:07:24.919-07:00</atom:updated><title>Andy Warhol</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhzcTVzAiCI/AAAAAAAAACM/NA0Z1uFeep0/s1600-h/AndyWarhol1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052155106829568034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhzcTVzAiCI/AAAAAAAAACM/NA0Z1uFeep0/s320/AndyWarhol1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like to take a cement fix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a standing cinema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress my friends up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just for show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See them as they really are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put a peephole in my brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two New Pence to have a go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to be a gallery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put you all inside my show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy Warhol looks a scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang him on my wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy Warhol, Silver Screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't tell them apart at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy walking, Andy tired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andy take a little snooze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tie him up when he's fast asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Send him on a pleasant cruise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he wakes up on the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be sure to think of me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll think about paint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he'll think about glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a jolly boring thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052156154801588274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhzdQVzAiDI/AAAAAAAAACU/9GWptXyufwI/s320/david.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/5972779156196906683-5542596475846189050?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/andy-warhol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhzcTVzAiCI/AAAAAAAAACM/NA0Z1uFeep0/s72-c/AndyWarhol1973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-5709529544012652356</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2007 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-07T09:59:20.232-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhfNgcnkb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/538iosIEQs4/s1600-h/bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050731464440967074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhfNgcnkb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/538iosIEQs4/s320/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...) "Tan pronto como me fuera de casa me haria llamar Robert Allen. Por lo que a mi respectaba, ese era yo, asi me habian puesto mis padres. Sonaba como el nombre de un rey escoces y me gustaba. Reflejaba bien mi identidad. Pero luego me desconcerto un articulo en la revista &lt;em&gt;Downbeat &lt;/em&gt;que hablaba de un saxofonista de la Costa Oeste llamado David Allyn. Sospechaba que el musico habia cambiado la ortografia de Allen por Allyn. Ya veia por que. Resultaba mas exotico, inescrutable. Yo haria lo mismo. En lugar de Robert Allen, seria Robert Allyn. Pero poco tiempo despues, inesperadamente, lei unos poemas de Dylan Thomas. La pronunciacion de Dylan y de Allyn era muy similar. Robert Dylan. Robert Allyn. No acababa de decidirme. La letra D tenia mas fuerza. Sin embargo, el nombre Robert Dylan no era tan atractivo a la vista ni al oido como Robert Allyn. La gente siempre me habia llamado Robert o Bobby, pero Bobby Dylan me parecia algo cursi, y ademas, ya estaban Bobby Darin, Bobby Ve,, Bobby Rydell, Bobby Neely y muchos otros Bobbies. Bob Dylan sonaba y era mejor que Bob Allyn. La primera vez que me preguntaron mi nombre en Saint Paul, Mineapolis, instintiva y automaticamente solte: "Bob Dylan"."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Extraido de "Cronicas" Volumen 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-5709529544012652356?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhfNgcnkb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/538iosIEQs4/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-7109482812516154887</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-02T19:46:02.890-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lluvia, relampagos y acoples</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhG_WOOAaSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dq7TrdlPA8E/s1600-h/Brian+Argentina+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049027045753907490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhG_WOOAaSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dq7TrdlPA8E/s320/Brian+Argentina+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infra-red&lt;br /&gt;Meds&lt;br /&gt;Because i want you&lt;br /&gt;Drag&lt;br /&gt;Space Monkey&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with ghosts&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;A song to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Follow the cops back home&lt;br /&gt;Every you, every me&lt;br /&gt;Special needs&lt;br /&gt;One of a kind&lt;br /&gt;Without you i'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;Bionic&lt;br /&gt;Special K&lt;br /&gt;The bitter end&lt;br /&gt;Running up that hill&lt;br /&gt;Taste In Men&lt;br /&gt;Twenty Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-7109482812516154887?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/04/lluvia-relampagos-y-acoples.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RhG_WOOAaSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Dq7TrdlPA8E/s72-c/Brian+Argentina+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-1955845406909758428</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 20:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T14:01:10.524-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rg16LuOAaNI/AAAAAAAAABU/wdfR66NqIdc/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047825099156121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rg16LuOAaNI/AAAAAAAAABU/wdfR66NqIdc/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo llora nuestras miserias, y reza:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Hasta cuando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-1955845406909758428?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-cielo-llora-nuestras-miserias-y-reza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rg16LuOAaNI/AAAAAAAAABU/wdfR66NqIdc/s72-c/IMG_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-8434692079236103599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Mar 2007 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-23T06:44:56.356-07:00</atom:updated><title>¿Un neoyorquino en Buenos aires?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RgPYr4w-uoI/AAAAAAAAABM/zmKl49g9CC4/s1600-h/Woody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045114256068885122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RgPYr4w-uoI/AAAAAAAAABM/zmKl49g9CC4/s320/Woody.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Excepto por el dinero, aquí en la Argentina también tiene su público. Podría venir a hacer una película aquí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W: Bueno, no dudaría en ir a hacer una película a la Argentina pero nadie en Argentina me lo ha ofrecido. En primer lugar, no he estado ahí. Pero hasta ahora nadie me llamó de Argentina para decirme: "venga a hacer una película acá, nosotros la financiamos". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Porque aquí usted tiene un público muy fiel. Ya lo sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W: Sí, y muy agradable. Y sería sin duda una posibilidad. Pero lo que pasa es que la gente de Londres me financia la película, la gente de Barcelona financia mi película. Lo que uno realmente necesita cuando se filma en un país extranjero es el respaldo financiero y la cooperación del país. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Entendido. ¿Sabía que su amigo Francis Ford Coppola estará rodando su próxima película en noviembre en la Argentina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W: No lo sabía, pero es fantástico. Es un realizador maravilloso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿Tiene alguna idea de nuestra cultura, ha visto películas argentinas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W: Tal vez haya visto algunas películas argentinas. Por supuesto, he sido siempre un gran admirador de Jorge Luis Borges. Conozco algo, he oído buena música argentina, pero nunca estuve ahí. En estos últimos años, hubo un par de películas que eran argentinas, pero... no recuerdo sus títulos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Extraído del diario Clarín, 18/03/07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-8434692079236103599?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/un-neoyorquino-en-buenos-aires.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/RgPYr4w-uoI/AAAAAAAAABM/zmKl49g9CC4/s72-c/Woody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-67813474844159203</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-22T06:40:59.922-07:00</atom:updated><title>Selección</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;5 cantantes que adoro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynngoldsmith.com/images/folio/music/music2/Robert%20Plant.jpg"&gt;Robert Plant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/uploadedImages/Performance/Stages/echo-and-the-bunnymen-VF.jpg"&gt;Ian McCulloch &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.flash.net/~akstudio/freddymercury1.2-75.jpeg"&gt;Freddy Mercury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seaswept1/ianastbury250.jpg"&gt;Ian Astbury&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/totp2/features/wallpaper/images/640/david_bowie.jpg"&gt;David Bowie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 guitarristas que adoro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myrareguitars.com/willseargenta.jpg"&gt;Will Sergeant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amnesta.net/edge_delay/edge_u2_bw1.jpg"&gt;Dave "The edge" Evans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolbeans.com/cb7/kevin0.jpg"&gt;Kevin Shields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larryhosford.com/George_Harrison.jpg"&gt;George Harrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pinkfloydsound.it/imagesthewalllive/david_gilmour.jpg"&gt;David Gilmour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bajistas que adoro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/87/243791751_9bfaf0f1ec.jpg"&gt;John Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockstar.it/img/John_Paul_Jones.jpg"&gt;John Paul Jones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauweb.com/_images/Image/fotos/Espectaculos/pedro%20aznar.jpg"&gt;Pedro Aznar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicasruinas.com.ar/rock/tantor4.jpg"&gt;Carlos Alberto "Machi" Rufino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.undercover.com.au/pics/neworderpeterhookbdo2002.jpg"&gt;Peter Hook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bateristas que adoro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c102/ritoorosco/john-bonham-df.jpg"&gt;John Bonham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enkiri.com/joy/members/s_morris3.jpg"&gt;Stephen Morris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drummerworld.com/pics/drum/dpa37/Stewart-Copeland.jpg"&gt;Stewart Copeland&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drummerworld.com/pics/drumpics2/mattsorumalex.jpg"&gt;Matt Sorum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magicasruinas.com.ar/rock/invisible763.jpg"&gt;Hector "Pomo" Lorenzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 tecladistas que adoro:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swizzle-stick.com/images/DW_D2/nick_rhodes_1.jpg"&gt;Nick Rhodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwradio.co.uk/library/uploaded/galleries/galleryPicture/chris.jpg"&gt;Chris Lowe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dospotencias.com.ar/rebelde/aldia/fotos/4charly_piano.JPG"&gt;Charly Garcia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elintruso.com/img/articles/ed13/c-Claudio%20Cardone.jpg"&gt;Claudio Cardone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://telecom.10musica.com/adjuntos/archivos/12/0001219g.jpg"&gt;Daniel Melero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-67813474844159203?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/seleccin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-2875760185935715598</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-19T16:28:24.556-07:00</atom:updated><title>En el habitáculo</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf8cBXpIUyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8HTBjzLALBE/s1600-h/Yearzero_cover323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043780917530219298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf8cBXpIUyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8HTBjzLALBE/s320/Yearzero_cover323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No podía estar loco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Había un fantasma en el habitáculo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuando yo bajaba, ponía reversa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuando yo subía, ponía primera marcha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nunca lo ví.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pero está.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;La imagen corresponde a "Year zero" (Nine inch nails, 2007)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-2875760185935715598?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-el-habitculo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf8cBXpIUyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8HTBjzLALBE/s72-c/Yearzero_cover323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-912710138630447294</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2007 18:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-18T11:46:11.996-07:00</atom:updated><title>The dark side of the moon</title><description>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf2IyXpIUwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vPCzsM6CNCU/s1600-h/roger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043337556646187778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf2IyXpIUwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vPCzsM6CNCU/s400/roger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf2HrHpIUvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8BnL-wg3IKA/s1600-h/roger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inolvidable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Flesh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts I - V)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Cigar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Southampton Dock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fletcher Memorial Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect Sense, Parts 1 and 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving Beirut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak to Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathe (reprise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Great Gig in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us and Them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any Colour You Like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brain Damage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eclipse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;III&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Happiest Days of Our Lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Brick in the Wall Part II&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring the Boys Back Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comfortably Numb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-912710138630447294?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/dark-side-of-moon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WroE8jeJnCs/Rf2IyXpIUwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vPCzsM6CNCU/s72-c/roger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5972779156196906683.post-5877077816357391645</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-16T16:03:18.542-07:00</atom:updated><title>El bar oculto de David</title><description>No David,&lt;br /&gt;no te enojes.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo queremos cantar,&lt;br /&gt;beber y gozar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tienes que gritar,&lt;br /&gt;todo está en orden.&lt;br /&gt;La música, la gente,&lt;br /&gt;la Les Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me ahorques,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo respirar.&lt;br /&gt;No te enojes,&lt;br /&gt;preferimos que cantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No David,&lt;br /&gt;esto no da para más.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tienes que llamarlos&lt;br /&gt;y volverse a juntar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5972779156196906683-5877077816357391645?l=miradaspeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://miradaspeed.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-bar-oculto-de-david.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The eraser)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>