tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35029363382119667182024-03-13T16:14:25.469+00:00continuidad de los parquesel encuentro de un instante o el guiño donde la realidad se posó en mi lente y se confundió con mi miradaJuan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-82351675082265876752010-01-07T02:44:00.005+00:002010-01-07T02:58:18.476+00:00Cementerio de libros<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/S0VK3wKgDHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5GmPjTtnxdc/s1600-h/DSC_00022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/S0VK3wKgDHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5GmPjTtnxdc/s400/DSC_00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423823647919836274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/S0VK3wKgDHI/AAAAAAAAA1M/5GmPjTtnxdc/s1600-h/DSC_00022.jpg"><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Alineación al centro" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Alineación al centro" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Remembranzas de otoño</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">*</span><br /><br />(i) la misión<br /><br />El otoño hace su trabajo<br />comienza este artesano a tallar<br />los más terriblemente hermosos recuerdos<br />de una vida pesada de pasado<br /><br />(ii) el designio<br /><br />La ira de las hojas<br />categóricas e irreflexivas<br />no echan pie atrás en su destino<br />se entregan a la gravedad<br />y caen cansadas las importunadas<br />eligen colores para la ocasión<br />y permanecen ahí en rigor mortis<br />hasta que se inmaterializan en el suelo<br /><br />(iii) la posibilidad<br /><br />Perder así como los árboles<br />desapegados de sus hojas<br />en tiempos pintados de tonos café y amarillo<br />Perder, así como la serpiente se desprende de su piel<br />Mudar, o la oportunidad cotidiana de renacer<br /><br />(iv) el obsequio<br /><br />Te obsequio un regalo de otoño para cualquier temporada<br />caminar por ejemplo bajo el silencio de una tarde llena<br />en un corredor de árboles que abren el paso<br />sólo interrumpido por el viento que recorre<br />esos recovecos deshojando ramas y dejándolas semidesnudas<br />las hojas caen y se quejan conformando una pequeña sinfonía<br />mientras un rayo de sol se cuela entre nubes obesas y te abriga la cara<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Un costado de Highbury Park</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>London<span style="font-size:85%;">, UK</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">un día de otoño de 2009<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />* Este poema aparece en el libro La resaca de la tristeza de Juan Pablo Belair<br /> Magoeditores, 2008</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-49416336889810996882009-12-09T21:14:00.005+00:002010-04-13T01:27:21.364+01:00Fe infectada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SyAi7IXdJVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/10kc8UhtONQ/s1600-h/lima_0808+129.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SyAi7IXdJVI/AAAAAAAAA0o/10kc8UhtONQ/s400/lima_0808+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413365151352825170" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" >Una calle cualquiera<br />de la viña del señor</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br />en Lima, Perú</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" >un día de invierno de 2008</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-46630339764049131582009-11-14T18:10:00.002+00:002009-11-14T18:29:04.623+00:00La dulce tentación de la boca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/Sv714PeoRJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/pRrsiMx7-Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/Sv714PeoRJI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/pRrsiMx7-Eg/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404026949467653266" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Mercat St Josep La Boqueria<br />Rambla de las Flores<br />Barcelona, España<br />un día de otoño de 2009<br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-75565055499234829452009-10-07T20:46:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:03:28.570+00:00Buenos Palermos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SszxhNlb7xI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9FyTxw7HMqY/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SszxhNlb7xI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9FyTxw7HMqY/s400/DSCN0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389948406940299026" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">y mi alma "en alegría" allí atrapada<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Restaurant Baraka</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Palermo Soho</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Buenos Aires, Argentina</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">un día de otoño de 2009</span></span><br /><br /></div></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-72156784990263570892009-09-21T03:20:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:07:02.045+00:00en Londres me esperaba una silla<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbjVSwp5lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DTweijNJScc/s1600-h/1208839147_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbjVSwp5lI/AAAAAAAAAzo/DTweijNJScc/s400/1208839147_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383740359520675410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">St James's Park</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">London, United Kingdom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Un día soleado de otoño del 2006</span><br /><br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-77958246481617005562009-09-21T03:15:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:11:36.301+00:00Madrid puede ser un palacio de cristal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/Srbh_YqOTXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/tKiQSQdpK7Q/s1600-h/1214104917272_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/Srbh_YqOTXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/tKiQSQdpK7Q/s400/1214104917272_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738883635563890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" id="caption"> La morada perfecta para una doncella surreal.<br /><br />Los muros son las imágenes de un bosque encantado, salvo en algún momento del día donde el cristal deja que se refleje y recuerde que existe.<br /><br />Así es mi corazón, un palacio de cristal reflejándola surreal.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Palacio de Cristal<br />Parque del Buen Retiro<br />Madrid, España<br />un día soleado del otoño de 2006<br /></span></div><br /></div> <!-- google_ad_section_end --> <!-- google_ad_section_start(weight=ignore) --> <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"> google_cust_age = ""; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbhTEz2WyI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/OXUcesNKMRg/s400/1212032720_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383738122392984354" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="caption"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">En Barcelona, con atardecer nítido, cerca de la Sagrada Familia, Gaudí me dio el poder de sentir en mi rostro la luz de una luna madre paridora al centro y la de numerosas hijas que se arremolinaban en un torrente curvo, como esquivándome, como bailándome.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Avenida Diagonal</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(de fondo la Torre Agbar de Jean Nouvel)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Barcelona, España</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >un atardecer de otoño de 2006</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"><br /></span></div> <!-- google_ad_section_end --> <!-- google_ad_section_start(weight=ignore) --> <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"> google_cust_age = ""; google_cust_gender = ""; google_color_border = "FFFFFF"; google_color_bg = "FFFFFF"; google_color_link = "0000FF"; google_color_url = "0000FF"; google_color_text = "000000"; GA_googleFillSlot("photo_300x250_1_btf"); </script><script src="http://pubads.g.doubleclick.net/gampad/ads?correlator=1253499167009&output=json_html&callback=GA_googleSetAdContentsBySlotForSync&impl=s&prev_afc=0&a2ids=BG_TA&cids=L6lh0A&client=ca-gam-fotolog&slotname=photo_300x250_1_btf&page_slots=photo_728x90_1_atf%2Cphoto_300x250_1_btf&cust_params=pageid%3Djotapage%26status%3Dlo&cookie=ID%3D133a02f9274eab92%3AT%3D1253449753%3AS%3DALNI_MbS945ChRmy7rmO0mVzYKyAcTXCpw&ga_vid=268216970.1253499167&ga_sid=1253499167&ga_hid=1823591949&ga_fc=false&ga_wpids=UA-173245-1&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fotolog.com%2Fjotapage%2F28713450&ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fotolog.com%2Fjotapage%2F27982372&lmt=1253499166&dt=1253499167813&cc=100&hints=luna%20madre%20y%20lunas%20hijas&color_border=FFFFFF&color_bg=FFFFFF&color_link=0000FF&color_url=0000FF&color_text=000000&hl=es&u_tz=60&u_his=33&u_java=true&u_h=768&u_w=1024&u_ah=739&u_aw=1024&u_cd=32&u_nplug=21&u_nmime=102&flash=10.0.32"></script><script type="text/javascript"> google_ad_client = 'ca-pub-8483650153583543'; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbgcQ1iTRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/kjvhukj85bA/s400/1209969916_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383737180728478994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Parece una danza coronada de flores, pero me acecha el otoño decolorador y exterminador de hojas. Así fue en Paris, así es siempre.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Entrada lateral a los Jardines del Palacio de Luxemburgo</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Barrio latino, Paris, Francia</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >un día de otoño de 2006</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"><br /></span>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-50732504501892467032009-09-21T03:01:00.004+01:002009-11-14T17:35:11.065+00:00camino a casa de un gigante<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbfZSVn08I/AAAAAAAAAzA/7Xf8FnMjLok/s1600-h/1204476294_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbfZSVn08I/AAAAAAAAAzA/7Xf8FnMjLok/s400/1204476294_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383736030080259010" border="0" /></a><br /><div id="caption"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">En Northern Ireland vivía un gigante,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">miraba al horizonte sin saber que era Escocia,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">desde causeway coast construyó un camino de piedra,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">nunca imaginó que los puentes servían para ir y venir,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">hasta que un mal día llegó un gigante mayor,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">la batalla fue mortal, entre caídas y golpes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">nadie ganó (como siempre), una guerra más en la isla,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">solo quedó este cabo de camino a casa que nunca más recorrió.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Giant's Causeway<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">(columnas naturales de Basalto)<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Costa de Northern Ireland</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">primeros días de otoño de 2006</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div> <!-- google_ad_section_end --> <!-- google_ad_section_start(weight=ignore) --> <script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"> google_cust_age = ""; 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google_ad_channel = 'GB_photo_300x250_1_btf'; google_ad_output = 'js'; google_max_num_ads = '3'; google_feedback = 'on'; google_ad_type = 'text, image, flash, html'; google_image_size = '300x250'; google_safe = 'high'; google_alternate_ad_url = 'http://www.fotolog.com/ad.adsense'; </script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"></script><script>google_protectAndRun("ads_core.google_render_ad", google_handleError, google_render_ad);</script><script language="JavaScript1.1" src="http://googleads.g.doubleclick.net/pagead/ads?client=ca-pub-8483650153583543&output=js&image_size=300x250&lmt=1253497941&num_ads=3&channel=GB_photo_300x250_1_btf&ad_type=text%2C%20image%2C%20flash%2C%20html&ea=0&alternate_ad_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fotolog.com%2Fad.adsense&color_bg=FFFFFF&color_border=FFFFFF&color_link=0000FF&color_text=000000&color_url=0000FF&feedback_link=on&flash=10.0.32&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fotolog.com%2Fjotapage%2F22705056&ref=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.fotolog.com%2Fjotapage%2F22372622&adsafe=high&dt=1253497943283&prev_fmts=728x90_as&correlator=1253497942550&frm=0&ga_vid=1288327922.1253497942&ga_sid=1253497942&ga_hid=334904421&ga_fc=0&ga_wpids=UA-173245-1&u_tz=60&u_his=28&u_java=1&u_h=768&u_w=1024&u_ah=739&u_aw=1024&u_cd=32&u_nplug=21&u_nmime=102&biw=1007&bih=556&fu=0&ifi=2&dtd=6"></script><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Roma, Italia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">un día de otoño de 2006</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /></div> </div> </div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-82003751389261605222009-09-21T02:46:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:41:57.624+00:00Valparaíso, vida de cerros<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Escalando la vida en subida cuando queda poco, solo, o acompañado de la resignación.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Acechan durante la travesía animales y rostros en dos dimensiones, complejos, articulados, (des) compuestos.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbbIaaeBOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qyuua7YdfZk/s1600-h/1193021243_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbbIaaeBOI/AAAAAAAAAyg/qyuua7YdfZk/s400/1193021243_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731342143784162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Mural y viejo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">subida Almirante Montt</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Cerro Concepción</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Valparaíso, Chile</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">un día de verano de 2008</span><br /></span><br /><br /></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-34089005015706208982009-09-21T02:43:00.001+01:002009-11-14T17:43:37.413+00:00¿Qué hacía Tim Burton por aquí?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbahgEaZYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Ahs7SZP605Q/s1600-h/1189831498_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbahgEaZYI/AAAAAAAAAyY/Ahs7SZP605Q/s400/1189831498_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383730673646986626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">camino rural<br />Irlanda del Norte<br />un día de otoño de 2006<br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-62223379889515037052009-09-21T02:38:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:46:21.591+00:00(parte de) Belfast en un muro<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbZQpJxC_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/jLYEEtXcAjo/s1600-h/1187321427_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbZQpJxC_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/jLYEEtXcAjo/s400/1187321427_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383729284515957746" border="0" /></a>Murales ni tan alegóricos en tierra de católicos, Sinn Fein e IRA.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Falls Road</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Belfast, Irlanda del Norte</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">un día de otoño de 2006</span><br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-76749359729392401652009-09-21T02:30:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:47:36.480+00:00Estocolomo, donde transita el pasado y el futuro<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbX9EKEujI/AAAAAAAAAyI/BZTbioO-p5M/s1600-h/1185670189_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbX9EKEujI/AAAAAAAAAyI/BZTbioO-p5M/s400/1185670189_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383727848655993394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">una callejuela sorprendida</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Gamla Stan</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Estocolmo, Suecia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">un día de otoño de 2006</span><br /></span><br /></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-79544630592742839002009-09-21T02:27:00.002+01:002009-11-14T17:48:57.230+00:00Dublin, una isla que es una esquina<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbWweHif9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ABIrYsysTZk/s1600-h/1185065455_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbWweHif9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/ABIrYsysTZk/s400/1185065455_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383726532774756306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Temple bar al fondo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Dublin, República de Irlanda</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">un día de otoño de 2006</span><br /></span><br /></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-37407272462028747522009-09-21T02:19:00.004+01:002009-11-14T17:52:28.767+00:00cruza el puente en Praga<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbU-PfjXHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/5KIQpE1JVYk/s1600-h/1178853149_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbU-PfjXHI/AAAAAAAAAx4/5KIQpE1JVYk/s400/1178853149_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383724570343857266" border="0" /></a><br />...la de Kafka, la de Rilke, la de Mucha, la de Smetana... también la mía por algunos días como vidas.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-size:85%;">Puente de Carlos<br />Ciudad vieja y Mala Strana<br />Praga, República Checa<br />un día de otoño de 2006<br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-66087519731448715612009-09-21T02:13:00.003+01:002009-11-14T17:55:54.617+00:00En Venezia la vieja una infanta me sorprende<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbTXCVNhaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/st7WfS9Aahg/s1600-h/1178602084_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbTXCVNhaI/AAAAAAAAAxw/st7WfS9Aahg/s400/1178602084_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383722797284296098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Un costado de la Plaza San Marcos<br />(única plaza de Venecia y el "salón más bello de Europa")<br />Venecia, Italia<br />un día de otoño de 2006<br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-25257001035975811402009-09-21T01:48:00.004+01:002010-04-13T01:25:45.576+01:00Berlin ensangrentado<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbRj8UxmqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zx2487kUSBE/s1600-h/1178474045_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbRj8UxmqI/AAAAAAAAAxo/zx2487kUSBE/s400/1178474045_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383720819986897570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Memorial del Holocausto judío<br />obra de Peter Eisenman<br />(de fondo el Reichstag)<br />Berlin, Alemania<br />un día de otoño de 2006<br /></span></div><br /></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-5007164292146921302009-09-21T01:19:00.003+01:002009-11-14T18:07:29.556+00:00Paris... desde un ángulo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbG_pRtE9I/AAAAAAAAAxg/I-P546LybT8/s1600-h/1178085176_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbG_pRtE9I/AAAAAAAAAxg/I-P546LybT8/s400/1178085176_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383709201282175954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Torre Eiffel</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Paris, Francia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">un día de otoño del 2006</span><br /><br /></span></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3502936338211966718.post-21130342827149804782009-09-21T00:30:00.004+01:002009-11-14T18:08:04.429+00:00Todas las bicicletas del mundo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbAkq4YbiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fpplxK1B2TU/s1600-h/1177830718_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jk9D9G8LXQQ/SrbAkq4YbiI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fpplxK1B2TU/s400/1177830718_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383702140786601506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Amsterdam 1006</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Una tela de araña</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">titila a la deriva del tibio sol</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">refleja brillos de neón</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">sobre una arquitectura de retablos</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">casas de juguete ladeadas hacia afuera</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">atornilladas a los techos ondulados</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">alargadas y enjutas edificaciones</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">se ven en cinemascope</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">cada islote es un barrio</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">un paquete colorido</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Entre tanto canal y puente</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">me detengo en cada uno</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">miro sus horizontes particulares</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">perspectivas personalizadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">desde la de Anna Frank a la</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">turística amoralidad de barrio rojo</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rijksmuseum y el Van Gogh Museum</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rembrandt y Johannes Vermeer</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">cambio la luz del día por la de sus obras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">cambio la vida de la gente perfecta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">por la de esas telas, algunas ensombrecidas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">otras coloridas y de pinceladas generosas</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Viajes alados después del coffee shop</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">una bici arrendada me deja en el Hoope</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">una Heineken o una Amstel a la barra</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Un molino de viento es un gigante solitario</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">parece inofensivo en su entorno de tulipanes</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Y las bicicletas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">una corriente turbulenta de ellas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">candados y cadenas para bicicletas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">estacionamiento de bicicletas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">¡todas las bicicletas del mundo!</span><br /><br /></div>Juan Pablo Belairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16340851070658251930noreply@blogger.com1