<?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-1440180861712768794</id><updated>2011-11-27T21:42:07.553-03:00</updated><category term='jcrets juan troncoso hanna goldener gabiela dauvin antofagasta'/><title type='text'>Jcrets Fotografia</title><subtitle type='html'>JUAN TRONCOSO OLIVARES</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-7194156500654502418</id><published>2008-08-11T13:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:37:24.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio en Ecos</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2089/2753191375_17c1b48118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2089/2753191375_17c1b48118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta es una fotografía que ya va para los 10 meses, recién la publico, la razón no la tengo muy clara, pero lo importante es que ya esta al aire. Gracias a la amapola por que fue muy complicado para ella esta toma y &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a la asistencia de la canela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Vuelvo al frío entre pedazos de aire y&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; respiros de pensamientos que nunca fueron.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Vientos que arman tiempos congelados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; y voces que repiten un solo de ecos"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografía y Texto:&lt;/strong&gt; Juan Troncoso (jcrets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modelo:&lt;/strong&gt; Macarena Ortiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayuda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tecanela"&gt;Té con Canela&lt;/a&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/1440180861712768794-7194156500654502418?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/7194156500654502418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=7194156500654502418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/7194156500654502418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/7194156500654502418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2008/08/frio-en-ecos.html' title='Frio en Ecos'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2089/2753191375_17c1b48118_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-2877072759727443967</id><published>2008-05-04T14:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:15:04.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FUGAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2462430457_f9fbf64844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2462430457_f9fbf64844.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Las estrellas caen de tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;los deseos flotan de mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Levita sin parar,&lt;br /&gt;pero no sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;porque no quiero aquí,&lt;br /&gt;perderme otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas rompen ya mi voz&lt;br /&gt;y la piel ilusiona el calor.&lt;br /&gt;Caigo sin parar&lt;br /&gt;y también sin mirar,&lt;br /&gt;porque otra vez&lt;br /&gt;ya se en que terminar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fotografia &amp;amp; Texto:&lt;/span&gt; Juan Troncoso (jcrets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modelo: &lt;/span&gt;Hanna Göldener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1440180861712768794-2877072759727443967?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/2877072759727443967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=2877072759727443967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/2877072759727443967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/2877072759727443967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2008/05/fugaz.html' title='FUGAZ'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3005/2462430457_f9fbf64844_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-8385609518661387593</id><published>2008-03-24T22:35:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:08:19.238-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jcrets juan troncoso hanna goldener gabiela dauvin antofagasta'/><title type='text'>Sueño Nº 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/434602327_28968acc53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/434602327_28968acc53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya escondí lo que buscaban, dejaste el zapato en la calle, y el tren sigue en su carril.&lt;br /&gt;Con la navaja deje de razonar, corriendo con tu mente en mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;¿Creo que te conocía?, por eso calle tus palabras.&lt;br /&gt;El perro corría con su muerte a un costado, la miraba, pero aun seguía.&lt;br /&gt;No se si quedo bien guardada en la bolsa, pero sé que solo eso basta.&lt;br /&gt;Es extraño ver como se derraman y se separan las emociones."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Juan Troncoso Olivares - jcrets"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1440180861712768794-8385609518661387593?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8385609518661387593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=8385609518661387593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/8385609518661387593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/8385609518661387593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2008/03/sueo-n-3.html' title='Sueño Nº 3'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/434602327_28968acc53_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-6349406647911470601</id><published>2008-03-01T15:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:36:23.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DEJA VU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2301305428_d4bf985208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2301305428_d4bf985208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Esos recuerdos de peces cazados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; cansados de las caídas de tus ruinas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; empapados de las pesadillas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; y las marcas del calor en mi piel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Esos recuerdos de frotar mis pestañas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; robando a los peces una gota de agua,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; robando a mis sueños un trozo de pesadilla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Esos recuerdos del olor que cambió al mirar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; y el sabor que se fue al hablar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Juan Troncoso (jcrets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Modelo: Verena Maso&lt;br /&gt;Fotografo: Juan Troncoso (jcrets)&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Making OFF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4B7Ph-MCU2E/R8mhwPFyXVI/AAAAAAAAABc/WSmcZZIH3wU/s1600-h/makingoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4B7Ph-MCU2E/R8mhwPFyXVI/AAAAAAAAABc/WSmcZZIH3wU/s320/makingoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172843497068322130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1440180861712768794-6349406647911470601?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6349406647911470601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=6349406647911470601&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/6349406647911470601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/6349406647911470601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2008/03/deja-vu.html' title='DEJA VU'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2301305428_d4bf985208_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-1933506715090913291</id><published>2008-02-21T22:05:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:01:21.474-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arena en mis pies...</title><content type='html'>.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4B7Ph-MCU2E/R74ixKa0tyI/AAAAAAAAABU/nibVqsNWK5g/s1600-h/m08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4B7Ph-MCU2E/R74ixKa0tyI/AAAAAAAAABU/nibVqsNWK5g/s320/m08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169607650273703714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;"Dos semanas atrás&lt;br /&gt;sentía que el mundo entero debería haberse cambiado&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora estoy en casa y las cosas se ven igual.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que desempacare mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Tratando de olvidar por una noche mas de que volví a mi casa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;En la carretera donde los autos no paran de pasar de noche,&lt;br /&gt;a la vida real, donde no puedo mirar los atardeceres.&lt;br /&gt;No tengo tiempo, no tengo tiempo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Todavía tengo arena en mis pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y no puedo sacudirme el pensamiento de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Los sacudo, para olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pero para que haría eso?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ya se que dije adiós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alguna otra cosa ya seria confusa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;pero quiero verte otra vez…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Sand in my shoes - DIDO - con un poco de adaptación)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Visiten el sitio &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jcrets_b"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/jcrets_b&lt;/a&gt; en donde podrán encontrar fotografías del viaje realizado con mis amigos de viaje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;Enovi – Less – Vere – Gau – Patona - Neve– Felipe – Jcrets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitamos: Tacna – Lima – Mancora – Guayaquil – Montañita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saludotes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Disfruten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1440180861712768794-1933506715090913291?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1933506715090913291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=1933506715090913291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/1933506715090913291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/1933506715090913291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2008/02/arena-en-mis-pies.html' title='Arena en mis pies...'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4B7Ph-MCU2E/R74ixKa0tyI/AAAAAAAAABU/nibVqsNWK5g/s72-c/m08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-6717734243758437249</id><published>2007-12-20T00:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:39:43.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIMIENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"El sol se fundió entre las calles,&lt;br /&gt;tentado por el movimiento,&lt;br /&gt;llevando a sus hijos a sus entrañas&lt;br /&gt;entre cantos desesperados."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Juan Troncoso Olivares (jcrets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;Dedicado al 14 de noviembre de 2007, 12.40, Tocopilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1440180861712768794-6717734243758437249?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/6717734243758437249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=6717734243758437249&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/6717734243758437249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/6717734243758437249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/movimiento.html' title='MOVIMIENTO'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1440180861712768794.post-8728811305971200817</id><published>2007-12-19T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:03:24.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos de un perfecto Atardecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"No solo mis labios están partidos por este frío,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; No solo las hojas que pise al caminar están quebradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_ForeColor" title="Color del texto" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);SelectColor(this,'ForeColor');ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Ni tampoco se si todavía guardo los pensamientos de un perfecto atardecer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Juan Troncoso Olivares (jcrets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jcrets/2104128383/" title="Pensamientos de un perfecto Atardecer por jcrets, en Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2104128383_e23a37ac24.jpg" width="382" height="500" alt="Pensamientos de un perfecto Atardecer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Modelo: Ivonne Morales&lt;br /&gt;Texto &amp;amp; Fotografia: Juan Troncoso (Jcrets)&lt;br /&gt;Locación: La negra (Antofagasta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pasen por el flickr para que vean mis trabajos fotograficos, espero que los comenten y disfruten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jcrets/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1440180861712768794-8728811305971200817?l=jcrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8728811305971200817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1440180861712768794&amp;postID=8728811305971200817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/8728811305971200817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1440180861712768794/posts/default/8728811305971200817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jcrets.blogspot.com/2007/12/pensamientos-de-un-perfecto-atardecer.html' title='Pensamientos de un perfecto Atardecer'/><author><name>jcrets</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07422892255568022130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/379992109_bcd7a7f4b9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2102/2104128383_e23a37ac24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
