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CERCA LO ALEJAN MÁS DE MOI...&lt;br /&gt;PERO POCO A POCO, TEMPS AU TEMPS, LAS AGUAS SE CALMAN Y PUEDE QUE DEJE DE VERLE EN CADA MIRADA QUE ME FULMINA POR LA CALLE..........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495951552988437590-3612493568416493490?l=princesamareas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/feeds/3612493568416493490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4495951552988437590&amp;postID=3612493568416493490' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/3612493568416493490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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momento...</title><content type='html'>No siento rabia, ni envidia, ni siquiera pena...siento miedo!&lt;br /&gt;Miedo de no saber como encontrar un lugar para estar bien, de no saber llebar a largo plazo la soledad, de sentir el vacío de lo "incompleto", de no saber adaptarme a las circunstancias, miedo de no tener unos brazos donde llorar, miedo de no poder compartir los momentos más difíciles, miedo de no tener nunca una familia, miedo a ser demasiado volátil, miedo por no saber reaccionar ante las palabras tremendamente bruscas o sinceras, miedo al dolor de perder a los que quiero, miedo de no encontrar un verdadero camino, miedo a no saber como soy, miedo a recordar demasiado y dejar de vivir hacia delante, miedo a empatizar con el sufrimiento del mundo, miedo a no encontrar el equilibrio, miedo a hablar sola, miedo a llegar a los límites de la paciencia, miedo a no saber tener espera, miedo a tener demasiado ímpetu en las decisiones y luego arrepentirme, miedo a no ver más allá de 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title=''/><author><name>maite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08291966845148107668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBchnCqJKKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZasjsP8adw/S220/curri2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495951552988437590.post-6322299840317141104</id><published>2008-05-22T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:03:54.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVEREND HISTORY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvEInVoiI/AAAAAAAAACk/z2MBUjK_iyg/s1600-h/untitled-estrella.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvEInVoiI/AAAAAAAAACk/z2MBUjK_iyg/s320/untitled-estrella.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203187061319115298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvE4nVojI/AAAAAAAAACs/y9ykFNhRgF0/s1600-h/169_espiralegipcia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvE4nVojI/AAAAAAAAACs/y9ykFNhRgF0/s320/169_espiralegipcia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203187074204017202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvFInVokI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uLgTrElVVb0/s1600-h/lunacolorida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvFInVokI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uLgTrElVVb0/s320/lunacolorida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203187078498984514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo empezó hace unos meses, en el proceso de búsqueda de algo que fuera a la vez coherente y a la vez intimista.&lt;br /&gt;No lo logre...dicen que no soy sincera...bonita palabra, puesto que yo lo niego y me aferro a ella...&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar que las imágenes que me rodean son parte de esa historia que estoy intentando narrar de forma muy "personal y experimental".&lt;br /&gt;No soy artista!soy narradora de historias...esa es a la práctica mi forma de subsistencia y a la teoria la forma idílica de pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Narraciones de versiones de ideas e impresiones...ESO SUENA UN POCO A CANCIÓN POP, PERO NO LO ES!es una forma rápida de definirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas que me van surgiendo...CAÓTICA ANA- LOS AMANTES DEL CÍRCULO POLAR- LUCÍA Y EL SEXO- TWIN PEACKS- ABRE LOS OJOS...&lt;br /&gt;Todo mezclado, exprimido y versionado. A ver como sabe el cocktail??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495951552988437590-6322299840317141104?l=princesamareas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/feeds/6322299840317141104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4495951552988437590&amp;postID=6322299840317141104' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/6322299840317141104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/6322299840317141104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/2008/05/neverend-history_22.html' title='NEVEREND HISTORY'/><author><name>maite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08291966845148107668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBchnCqJKKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZasjsP8adw/S220/curri2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SDVvEInVoiI/AAAAAAAAACk/z2MBUjK_iyg/s72-c/untitled-estrella.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495951552988437590.post-8523245299689832884</id><published>2008-05-22T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:13:10.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVEREND HISTORY</title><content type='html'>Lo extraño es saber encontrar los resultados a largo plazo, nos perdemos en el camino de la búsqueda, y al mirar atrás cuesta darse cuenta de lo que hicimos y en como han cambiado las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nombres que a veces cambian todo, que otras dejan indiferente, que puede que no logremos olvidar, nombres que marcan un antes y un demasiado tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc,Núria, Eli, Edu,Silvia, David, Ivan,Sandra, Albert, Dani, Blanca, Joan,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada cual con su historia, cada historia en su lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que las historias de vampiros pasaron a mejor vida en el armario, y que las novelas de curiosas incógnitas empiezan a cubrir los sueños en la actualidad, que las "clases" futuras podran contar con alguien con ganas de mostrar nuevas visiones y formas de crear gracias a todo lo que Bucousky y Vigotsky estan aportando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495951552988437590-8523245299689832884?l=princesamareas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBchnCqJKKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZasjsP8adw/S220/curri2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495951552988437590.post-5389639703352988071</id><published>2008-05-07T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:26:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinto maternal!?¿?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SCIQFkgwyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/FwPzvrUHTrE/s1600-h/RIMG0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SCIQFkgwyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/FwPzvrUHTrE/s320/RIMG0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197734607825455666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SCIQGEgwykI/AAAAAAAAACU/sR413Yuw_-0/s1600-h/RIMG0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SCIQGEgwykI/AAAAAAAAACU/sR413Yuw_-0/s320/RIMG0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197734616415390274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SCIQGUgwylI/AAAAAAAAACc/PAuS1X_bPXE/s1600-h/RIMG0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SCIQGUgwylI/AAAAAAAAACc/PAuS1X_bPXE/s320/RIMG0084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197734620710357586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los últimos mandalas o "historias circulares" salieron un par que creo que eran muy tiernos.&lt;br /&gt;_No se bien si el resultado es óptimo, pero me gusta centrar la parte central en la idea más nítida y rodearla con pedazos de la misma idea, como dejando que se envuelva por su propia esencia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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compartirlo?supongo que sí, si es de forma cariñosa y compartirlo con buenos ojos y buenas lenguas (qué criticaran de forma constructiva)...así pues espero que alguien me de su más sincera opinión al respecto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495951552988437590-219576112166225907?l=princesamareas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/feeds/219576112166225907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4495951552988437590&amp;postID=219576112166225907' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/219576112166225907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/219576112166225907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/2008/04/ltimas-cosechas.html' title='Últimas cosechas...'/><author><name>maite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08291966845148107668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBchnCqJKKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZasjsP8adw/S220/curri2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495951552988437590.post-3047076720929362664</id><published>2008-04-29T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:59:25.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IVAN-COCHE-ANONIS-PARQUE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Justo cuando tenía las ideas claras, aparece una nueva idea... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Los MANDALAS son como el "ritual" post pictórico clave...almenos en primera instancia, y claro, para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBcouSqJKVI/AAAAAAAAABg/StZmCS8RdBw/s1600-h/curri1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194665470942849362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBcouSqJKVI/AAAAAAAAABg/StZmCS8RdBw/s320/curri1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cuando creía que iba por un camino correcto al respecto, imaginé que no podría detenerme, y reflexionar dicho sea de paso...pero el "lapsus" con los mandalas me lleba a no saber por donde continuar y cantidad de ideas nuevas se proyectan en mi mente para no dejarme ver con claridad qué camino tomar al respecto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Accidentes!para poder tomar una decisión...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495951552988437590-3047076720929362664?l=princesamareas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/feeds/3047076720929362664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4495951552988437590&amp;postID=3047076720929362664' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/3047076720929362664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/3047076720929362664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/2008/04/justo-cuando-tena-las-ideas-claras.html' title=''/><author><name>maite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08291966845148107668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBchnCqJKKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VZasjsP8adw/S220/curri2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-z2ku6sux4g/SBcouSqJKVI/AAAAAAAAABg/StZmCS8RdBw/s72-c/curri1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495951552988437590.post-3525148314879711625</id><published>2008-04-29T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T06:22:10.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Desde hace unos días empecé a buscar medios virtuales de expresión...aunque lo he intentado varias veces, resulta un tanto difícil empezar por lo "impalpable".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Las muestras de lo poco o mucho que he ido haciendo estos últimos meses, para mi un proceso tanto impulsivo como agresivo de acción, sin más sentido buscado ni encontrado que el del mero impulso energético de la propia creación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Empecé con ideas muy simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;MANDALA, MANDI, DANI,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Y a partir de la idea previa y clara del título mental de un grupo de ideas para exponer "METÁFORAS DE UNA MUJER SUMISA",empecé a crear esos paisages circulares, sin más intención que la mera explicación de todo lo que envuelve las propias palabras...SUMISIÓN, TRADICIÓN, ANULACIÓN, REVELIÓN, ODIO, RENCOR, TRAGEDIA, INCOMPRENSIÓN, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Todo un cúmulo de ideas, que poco a poco van cobrando sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495951552988437590-3525148314879711625?l=princesamareas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princesamareas.blogspot.com/feeds/3525148314879711625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4495951552988437590&amp;postID=3525148314879711625' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495951552988437590/posts/default/3525148314879711625'/><link 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