tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64454538543171395092011-04-21T18:24:14.304-07:00:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-87927129674429584762007-02-23T16:36:00.000-08:002007-02-23T16:40:54.861-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/Rd-I4sZHwHI/AAAAAAAAADo/O6QYQXW95dQ/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/Rd-I4sZHwHI/AAAAAAAAADo/O6QYQXW95dQ/s320/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034893415994081394" /></a><br />Las hojas comidas por los insectos del Jardin Botanico de Rio de Janeiro. Solo un instante se detiene. solo ese minuto en el cual veo eso. <br />millones de especies me rodeaban, no pude elegir mi preferida, pero posiblemente esta sea una de las hermosas. <br />me quedo con mis recuerdos.<br /><br /><br />Fin.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-8792712967442958476?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-49932090287486100142007-02-14T15:17:00.000-08:002007-02-14T15:24:54.414-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RdOZoIEzi5I/AAAAAAAAADc/q5lkyT7hUTY/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RdOZoIEzi5I/AAAAAAAAADc/q5lkyT7hUTY/s320/DSC01388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031534123344432018" /></a><br />Lejos de todo. un primer dia en una tierra que nunca lograremos entender. Solos con aquellas esculturas y edificios monumentalmente fuera de escala. Agarraditos de la mano con miedo. mirando hacia arriba con miedo de que nos coman. <br />El atardecer, una loca experiencia en el medio de la nada.<br /><br /><br /><br />Brasilia. Enero.07<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-4993209028748610014?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-62214130220828949252007-02-11T20:43:00.000-08:002007-02-09T06:10:40.996-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/Rc_xGYEzi4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fqTPoYNjZi8/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/Rc_xGYEzi4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fqTPoYNjZi8/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030504400640248706" /></a><br />Seguimos con una italiana residente en Brasil. Linda BoBardi, ademas de ser un ícono en la Arq. brasilera, nada mejor que ser mujer. La gloria de lo femenino en un edificio.la fuerza y la sutileza de las lineas del hormigon marcadas en su espiritu desarraigado.<br />La Fábrica del SESC en Sao Paulo. Una fabrica rehabilitada transformada en centro comunitario y salas de exposicion, piscinas y demas para la gente del barrio.<br /><br /><br />Delicia_Lina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-6221413022082894925?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-32620250799154017732007-02-05T15:44:00.000-08:002007-02-05T15:58:33.876-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RcfDBKgYZjI/AAAAAAAAADE/BZlf5n_pCJs/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RcfDBKgYZjI/AAAAAAAAADE/BZlf5n_pCJs/s320/DSC01030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028201933749904946" /></a><br />Niteroi. a Unas horas de Rio de Janeiro. con dos amigos Cariocas Aki y yo.<br />Llegabamos al lugar sin imaginarnos la escala de este GRAN OBJETO que es el MAC, un museo practicamente de esculturas.<br />Una delicia de momento. Sensaciones....miles....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-3262025079915401773?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-85930459212742398172007-01-21T17:22:00.000-08:002007-01-21T17:30:49.170-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RbQTVaV2VlI/AAAAAAAAACw/GCeZU5eClug/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RbQTVaV2VlI/AAAAAAAAACw/GCeZU5eClug/s320/DSC00757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022660742994089554" /></a><br />a la vuelta del viaje, podemos decir que ya con un toque extra de psiquis quemada...ofrecemos unas fotos que pueden expresar muchas cosas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-8593045921274239817?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-83850946430616267732006-12-26T03:28:00.000-08:002006-12-26T03:30:11.259-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RZEHn_PhEWI/AAAAAAAAACk/hBU1BBb8_Qc/s1600-h/brasilia+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RZEHn_PhEWI/AAAAAAAAACk/hBU1BBb8_Qc/s320/brasilia+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012796243812880738" /></a><br />...un poco de recorrido por arriba no viene nada mal...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-8385094643061626773?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-70824209205266411162006-12-22T12:24:00.000-08:002006-12-22T12:27:10.397-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYw_XfPhEVI/AAAAAAAAACY/EVKCjJpdMFA/s1600-h/Brasilia_Kirche.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYw_XfPhEVI/AAAAAAAAACY/EVKCjJpdMFA/s320/Brasilia_Kirche.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011450158112641362" /></a><br />adentro de la catedral de brasilia los colores se vuelven magicos. los rojos no son rojos, los azules son otra cosa...el mundo se convierte en una especie mas de vidrios cristalizados por el sol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-7082420920526641116?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-10644641134062081212006-12-19T17:14:00.000-08:002006-12-19T17:16:49.216-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYiO0vPhEUI/AAAAAAAAACM/FSxwOinUHgM/s1600-h/Com_as_estatuas,_Brasilia.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYiO0vPhEUI/AAAAAAAAACM/FSxwOinUHgM/s320/Com_as_estatuas,_Brasilia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010411622135566658" /></a><br />Aca otra de las imagenes que soñamos encontrar sin querer caminando por las calles extrañas de Brasilia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-1064464113406208121?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-77010609437039787702006-12-17T20:56:00.000-08:002006-12-17T20:58:50.122-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYf8vPhETI/AAAAAAAAACA/eRTakDEgVJg/s1600-h/DSC09378.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYf8vPhETI/AAAAAAAAACA/eRTakDEgVJg/s320/DSC09378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009726763830415666" /></a><br />Yo, :zpk<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-7701060943703978770?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-82475175737238940682006-12-17T20:53:00.000-08:002006-12-17T20:56:15.164-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYfXvPhESI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8hCsDO7MGOU/s1600-h/riodelaplatapoli22.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYfXvPhESI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8hCsDO7MGOU/s320/riodelaplatapoli22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009726128175255842" /></a><br />EL, Akiles<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-8247517573723894068?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-60528276121243126512006-12-17T20:47:00.000-08:002006-12-17T20:52:06.564-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYeGPPhERI/AAAAAAAAABk/mv_CjaIoE7o/s1600-h/brasilbw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYeGPPhERI/AAAAAAAAABk/mv_CjaIoE7o/s320/brasilbw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009724728015917330" /></a><br />una de las cosas que mas disfruto hacer es encontrar imagenes en las cuales se ve la corta vida de las obras de arquitecura.<br />Ver a los arquitectos jovenes, que ahora son viejos, la sensibilidad de la foto blanco y negro de Lina Bobardi o la mania de Saarinen por los reflejos. <br />Aqui, una foto despues de muy pocos años de inagurada Brasilia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-6052827612124312651?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-12704800322379821882006-12-17T20:30:00.000-08:002006-12-17T20:33:41.417-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYaDvPhEPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uW4UqhLIE9g/s1600-h/Brasilia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYYaDvPhEPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uW4UqhLIE9g/s320/Brasilia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009720287019733234" /></a><br />Mirando detenidamente un mapa de mi padre de 1986, asi es el, nos dimos cuenta que Brasilia estaba ubicada a 1.015 km de Sao Paulo hacia el Norte, en el desierto y rodeado por un lago. <br />Automaticamente nos fijamos en una pagina web si habia micros y cuanto salian; ida 137 Reales.....perfecto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-1270480032237982188?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-41827218448527129002006-12-16T19:36:00.000-08:002006-12-16T19:39:05.325-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYS70vPhEOI/AAAAAAAAABE/qu97TMgeW2I/s1600-h/212371037_65ca42c13b_m.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYS70vPhEOI/AAAAAAAAABE/qu97TMgeW2I/s320/212371037_65ca42c13b_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009335200251973858" /></a><br />Entre estos famosos mails...uno que alegro a media colonia de mis celulas...<br />`yo vivo en el Copan, quedate a vivir aca miesntras estes en Sao Paulo`...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-4182721844852712900?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-49291607689619875922006-12-16T19:31:00.001-08:002006-12-16T19:35:26.392-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYS60fPhENI/AAAAAAAAAA0/e09utBp8xps/s1600-h/brasilia_bird_overview_col050202_dg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYS60fPhENI/AAAAAAAAAA0/e09utBp8xps/s320/brasilia_bird_overview_col050202_dg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009334096445378770" /></a><br />Buscando mapas del viaje anterior, papelitos y cosas que me den alguna pista para volver al viaje anterior... <br />La lluvia que no me deja concentrarme y mi perra que no para de temblar. <br />Encuentro unos mails de varios amigos recomendandome obras, lugares, balres, under, etc.<br />Entre ellos, el mejor, dos invitaciones a Estudos de Arquitectura NOTABLES. <br />Les envio el mail y espero la respuesta. <br />La lista sigue en marcha, y el romance cada vez mas intenso...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-4929160768961987592?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-12960826066916864052006-12-15T06:45:00.000-08:002006-12-15T06:47:41.176-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYK1hhl8W2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_k0gv1Tflb0/s1600-h/eglise_brasilia.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYK1hhl8W2I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_k0gv1Tflb0/s320/eglise_brasilia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008765323147238242" /></a><br />Despues de varios momentos de pensar y pensar, algunos no tan relevantes, hemos llegado a la conclusion casual de festejar este paso del odioso 2006 al, esperemos, glorioso 2007. <br />Nada mejor para ello que un viaje a Sao Paulo, luego Brasilia y porque no Rio de Janeiro. <br />Aqui es en donde empieza un viaje fotografico, arquitectonico y de un romance entrelazado. <br /><br /><br />Welcome!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-1296082606691686405?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-60361225714045747172006-12-14T13:59:00.000-08:002006-12-14T14:01:45.592-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYHJuRl8W0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BN__kW4eY2U/s1600-h/bryan1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Arrt204Jxcw/RYHJuRl8W0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BN__kW4eY2U/s320/bryan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008506057446415170" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-6036122571404574717?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6445453854317139509.post-80109471997007328942006-12-14T13:51:00.000-08:002006-12-14T13:52:38.172-08:00Le damos la bienvenida a este espacio puro para solo comer manzanas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6445453854317139509-8010947199700732894?l=comemanzanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>:zpkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06499874831812701624noreply@blogger.com0