tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213871972011-11-15T21:43:33.269+01:00"The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also". - Thomas Pynchon, "The crying of lot 49".Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.comBlogger3581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-75351804860774321492010-03-31T18:19:00.004+02:002010-03-31T18:41:00.409+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/S7N33zGAYQI/AAAAAAAABIo/I3pEn8O8EcI/s1600/Dibujo1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/S7N33zGAYQI/AAAAAAAABIo/I3pEn8O8EcI/s400/Dibujo1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454835374167712002" /></a><div style="text-align: right;">LHC, <a href="http://press.web.cern.ch/press/PressReleases/Releases2010/PR07.10E.html"><i>First Physics</i></a> (2010)</div><div><br /></div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"></span></i></b><blockquote><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">L</span></i></b>os sueños se estrellaron contra sí mismos<div>impulsados a la velocidad de la luz.</div><div><br /></div><div>Llegamos al final del principio del mundo,</div><div>aterrados.</div><div><br /></div><div> Y felices. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>n</i>.</div></blockquote><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7535180486077432149?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-16115335684557646852009-02-16T21:03:00.011+01:002009-02-16T21:35:03.195+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SZnG3KICUpI/AAAAAAAABGM/Xm6hfg8BP2Q/s1600-h/salidas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SZnG3KICUpI/AAAAAAAABGM/Xm6hfg8BP2Q/s400/salidas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303488687118635666" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.behance.net/khomatech/frame">Khomatech</a>, del album <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">California</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>a luz,<br /><br />fiero caudal<br />brillante<br />de milagro y nostalgia,<br /><br />nos despierta<br />del sueño.<br /><br />El lento amanecer<br />que se perfila<br /><br />acaricia simientes<br />y naufragios.<br /><br />Mis viejas amistades,<br /><br />de nuevo cultivadas.<br /><br />Campos eternamente vivos.<br /><br />Con la gravedad líquida<br />que nos arrastra<br />al agujero,<br /><br />ya no sé si caemos<br />o escapamos.<br /><br />Pero la luz no duda,<br /><br />tan sólo arde<br />en el centro.<br /><br />Sale.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">N.<br /><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1611533568455764685?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-68473889684732083372009-02-07T01:03:00.005+01:002009-02-07T01:21:53.401+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SYzQf6whctI/AAAAAAAABFs/wK8zThSRSlM/s1600-h/invierno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SYzQf6whctI/AAAAAAAABFs/wK8zThSRSlM/s400/invierno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299840108275528402" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">R</span></span>epito las cosas que digo.<br />Una y otra vez.<br /><br />Me sorprendo contando<br />lo mismo de todos los días.<br /><br />Repiten las cosas que dicen.<br />Una y otra vez.<br /><br />Se sorprenden contando<br />lo mismo de todos los días.<br /><br /><br />Ha llegado la edad<br />de la repetición.<br /><br /><br />Las cosas que escribo<br />se mueren<br /><br />antes de nacer.<br /></blockquote><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N</span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6847388968473208337?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-29641135792137424092008-11-26T20:36:00.005+01:002008-11-26T20:58:29.719+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SS2oNnGE4kI/AAAAAAAABDg/jD9c3ue9VHs/s1600-h/himmel.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SS2oNnGE4kI/AAAAAAAABDg/jD9c3ue9VHs/s400/himmel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273055690506953282" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span>or escalones de sueños y cansancios míos baja de tu irrealidad, baja y ven a sustituir al mundo.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">F. Pessoa</span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2964113579213742409?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-62212184132700715262008-07-16T20:06:00.005+02:002008-07-16T20:51:41.983+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SH47_2vob1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/yhOvjZ9V5jA/s1600-h/farewell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SH47_2vob1I/AAAAAAAAAv4/yhOvjZ9V5jA/s400/farewell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223678586009448274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Farewell</span> (1942)<br /></div><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>os días terminan.<br />Pero sólo hay final<br />si no hay un sueño.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6221218413270071526?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-85683352632667898422008-07-06T14:10:00.003+02:002008-07-06T14:29:33.295+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SHC5tr7o7LI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NzCRh1nK5GY/s1600-h/rockinrio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SHC5tr7o7LI/AAAAAAAAAvw/NzCRh1nK5GY/s400/rockinrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219876162660527282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>a soledad<br />de millones de voces<br />es compañía.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8568335263266789842?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-32224858319499874222008-06-15T11:59:00.002+02:002008-06-15T12:53:02.338+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFT0gUchibI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9I59b2rQrwo/s1600-h/salto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFT0gUchibI/AAAAAAAAAvo/9I59b2rQrwo/s400/salto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212059504855845298" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">S</span></span>igo nadando<br />bajo el súbito influjo<br />del desastre.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3222485831949987422?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-87620756687318052812008-06-14T16:06:00.004+02:002008-06-15T02:25:55.277+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFPS-3HsdoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WnM74AvjaEE/s1600-h/icarus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFPS-3HsdoI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WnM74AvjaEE/s400/icarus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211741171187742338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A</span></span>l acercarnos<br />caímos pendiente abajo.<br />Sueños de cera.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8762075668731805281?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-4148518706325787872008-06-13T00:40:00.006+02:002008-06-13T01:09:11.605+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFGq7d4kYfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/UZA3o4LDH5k/s1600-h/casimirsphere_mohideen_big.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFGq7d4kYfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/UZA3o4LDH5k/s400/casimirsphere_mohideen_big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211134182455271922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"> A Force from Empty Space: The <a href="http://zuserver2.star.ucl.ac.uk/%7Eidh/apod/ap061217.html">Casimir Effect</a></span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span></span>emplo vacío,<br />colmado de silencios<br />innumerables.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-414851870632578787?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-64355536605144302662008-06-11T20:59:00.004+02:002008-06-12T00:41:43.390+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFAhS6GYcBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jfIHAANgk4o/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SFAhS6GYcBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jfIHAANgk4o/s400/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210701377585049618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">M</span></span>undo filtrado.<br />Al abrir una puerta<br />olvidé mi nombre.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6435553660514430266?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-9660933941285927462008-06-03T23:10:00.003+02:002008-06-03T23:30:37.002+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SEW3cG46SeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eKpmSkk8ioo/s1600-h/COPO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SEW3cG46SeI/AAAAAAAAAu4/eKpmSkk8ioo/s400/COPO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207770237637380578" border="0" /></a>Fotografía de <span style="font-weight: bold;">H. Coppola</span><br /></div><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Q</span>uién es más fuerte,<br />aquél que vive solo,<br />o el que lo ignora.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-966093394128592746?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-46129015069170467652008-06-02T20:15:00.003+02:002008-06-02T20:40:51.113+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SEQ6KG46SdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/KFA-FPGFC-c/s1600-h/Duchamp.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SEQ6KG46SdI/AAAAAAAAAuw/KFA-FPGFC-c/s400/Duchamp.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207351014469552594" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ordea/">Ordea</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Duchamp</span> (2007)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A</span></span>lma desnuda<br />abierta entre sus manos.<br />Pasan las páginas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4612901506917046765?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-77434627520992351502008-05-24T10:58:00.005+02:002008-05-25T16:54:18.652+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SDl9XwjA3NI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TguUZsCPAs0/s1600-h/gambit%26rogue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SDl9XwjA3NI/AAAAAAAAAuo/TguUZsCPAs0/s400/gambit%26rogue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204328691525541074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Gambit and Rogue</span> (2007)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">B</span></span>ajo la lluvia<br />casi siempre los besos<br />saben a lágrimas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7743462752099235150?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-76157343509902981162008-05-19T22:24:00.004+02:002008-05-19T23:10:27.593+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SDHkW8uJiQI/AAAAAAAAAug/2b7f0hXsTks/s1600-h/lavidasigue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SDHkW8uJiQI/AAAAAAAAAug/2b7f0hXsTks/s400/lavidasigue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202190127497578754" border="0" /></a><strong></strong><span style="font-style: italic;">Gui Zhenyun, diez años</span> (2008)<br /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">T</span></span>iembla el dragón.<br />La vida se abre paso<br />con ojos huérfanos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7615734350990298116?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-52543566221092560492008-05-17T13:16:00.002+02:002008-05-17T13:28:45.830+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SC7BRcuJiPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xZxoSK42Z1I/s1600-h/anarchy4ever.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SC7BRcuJiPI/AAAAAAAAAuY/xZxoSK42Z1I/s400/anarchy4ever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201307125171194098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">C</span></span>ómo ser libres,<br />anclados como estamos<br />a las palabras.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5254356622109256049?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-44583144619295173122008-05-10T21:28:00.004+02:002008-05-10T21:51:47.257+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SCX7yN1FTMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SfXsCpPz59A/s1600-h/chiba_woman_tattoo_by_boost_samurai.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SCX7yN1FTMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SfXsCpPz59A/s400/chiba_woman_tattoo_by_boost_samurai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198838184993443010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Chiba woman</span>, tatuaje de Boost Samurai (2008)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">M</span></span>usa tatuada.<br />Bajo tu piel de leche<br />danza el demonio.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4458314461929517312?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-82064869844023367502008-05-09T19:02:00.001+02:002008-05-10T21:53:49.350+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SCXztN1FTLI/AAAAAAAAAuI/_LqBCSS_Zzk/s1600-h/nighthawks-source.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SCXztN1FTLI/AAAAAAAAAuI/_LqBCSS_Zzk/s400/nighthawks-source.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198829303001074866" border="0" /></a>No es <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nighthawks"><span style="font-style: italic;">Nighthawks</span></a> (1942)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">H</span></span>oras en calma.<br />En la noche, en el límite<br />cantan los pájaros.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8206486984402336750?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-26508909599591895282008-05-03T12:18:00.000+02:002008-05-03T13:17:15.179+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBxGzeuKWsI/AAAAAAAAAuA/xWNnUTQp5NE/s1600-h/pecera.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBxGzeuKWsI/AAAAAAAAAuA/xWNnUTQp5NE/s400/pecera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196105920312662722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>os pececitos<br />saldrán de la pecera.<br />Cárcel de agua.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2650890959959189528?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-66152111795930240732008-05-02T13:06:00.004+02:002008-05-02T14:21:33.224+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBsHBeuKWrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Tl_F5uOarNc/s1600-h/armas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBsHBeuKWrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Tl_F5uOarNc/s400/armas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195754317109942962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">M</span></span>e he alzado en armas.<br />Es la revolución<br />contra mí mismo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6615211179593024073?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-18361273402731179082008-04-29T19:47:00.003+02:002008-04-29T20:02:40.000+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBdhuuuKWqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/58LnT3CpYp0/s1600-h/minchiqueenbee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBdhuuuKWqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/58LnT3CpYp0/s400/minchiqueenbee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194728150638680738" border="0" /></a><a href="http://minchi.lomo.jp/">Minchi</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Queen Bee</span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Z</span></span>umbido humano.<br />Dulce tumba de miel<br />en la colmena.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1836127340273117908?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-54519027687888085112008-04-28T19:53:00.002+02:002008-04-29T00:23:05.222+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBYPROuKWpI/AAAAAAAAAto/6gDgb7GX42I/s1600-h/childrensplay.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBYPROuKWpI/AAAAAAAAAto/6gDgb7GX42I/s400/childrensplay.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194356008902351506" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">N</span></span>iños que aprenden<br />la primera lección.<br />Sus maestros mienten.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5451902768788808511?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-22391838563869557902008-04-24T23:38:00.003+02:002008-04-24T23:51:42.548+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBD_r-uKWnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hxRMvgj-em8/s1600-h/sleeping-woman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SBD_r-uKWnI/AAAAAAAAAtY/hxRMvgj-em8/s400/sleeping-woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192931501394254450" border="0" /></a>Henri Cartier-Bresson, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mujer durmiendo</span> (1935)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">D</span></span>uermen tus ojos,<br />negros como caricias<br />de doble filo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2239183856386955790?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-78716023427274937232008-04-23T19:45:00.004+02:002008-04-23T20:14:55.821+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SA97OeuKWkI/AAAAAAAAAtA/MpwJztM8J3c/s1600-h/amber.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SA97OeuKWkI/AAAAAAAAAtA/MpwJztM8J3c/s400/amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192504384076536386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Hymenoptera atrapada en ámbar</span> (20 mill. A.C.)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">H</span></span>ermosos fósiles.<br />La vida es una pérdida<br />que imita al tiempo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7871602342727493723?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-4451139153601093592008-04-22T20:10:00.002+02:002008-04-22T20:14:17.060+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SA4q5OuKWiI/AAAAAAAAAso/Zmpfhz5pGEw/s1600-h/nofound07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SA4q5OuKWiI/AAAAAAAAAso/Zmpfhz5pGEw/s400/nofound07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192134583097383458" border="0" /></a><a href="http://nofound.tumblr.com/">nofound</a> (2008)<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>l sol de abril<br />se fundió con el duelo<br />de tu sonrisa.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-445113915360109359?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-4046847890202288692008-04-21T20:47:00.003+02:002008-04-24T19:45:32.258+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SAzmjZQ0YQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/isfgnbH_lRA/s1600-h/playtime.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/SAzmjZQ0YQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/isfgnbH_lRA/s400/playtime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191777966202577154" border="0" /></a>Jacques Tati, <span style="font-style: italic;">Playtime</span> (1967)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>n la oficina<br />tristes empleados mudos<br />desean ser aves.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-404684789020228869?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-83325122497248905672008-03-31T21:57:00.003+02:002008-03-31T22:08:16.510+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R_FEQLthXrI/AAAAAAAAArw/qnQ1gctHOIU/s1600-h/spring.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R_FEQLthXrI/AAAAAAAAArw/qnQ1gctHOIU/s400/spring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183999690892467890" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span> cada paso<br />las horas se iluminan.<br />Primavera.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8332512249724890567?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-34412397970851451832008-03-30T15:25:00.002+02:002008-03-30T15:36:50.712+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R--XWrthXpI/AAAAAAAAArg/hjLx4x6cLA4/s1600-h/slaving_for_my_dreams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R--XWrthXpI/AAAAAAAAArg/hjLx4x6cLA4/s400/slaving_for_my_dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183528112073301650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>sclavizado.<br />El sueño no termina<br />cuando despiertas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3441239797085145183?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-17861359017174172872008-03-27T23:13:00.004+01:002008-03-27T23:32:37.945+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-wgcrthXoI/AAAAAAAAArY/CdGiBrgb5F4/s1600-h/washington-dc-metro-train.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-wgcrthXoI/AAAAAAAAArY/CdGiBrgb5F4/s400/washington-dc-metro-train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182552948338679426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P</span></span>arten los trenes<br />que dejamos marchar.<br />Somos más fuertes.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1786135901717417287?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-63026157121475036112008-03-25T21:41:00.002+01:002008-03-25T21:53:33.065+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-lmLrthXmI/AAAAAAAAArI/gsbFxH7_NJA/s1600-h/floating-torii-japan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-lmLrthXmI/AAAAAAAAArI/gsbFxH7_NJA/s400/floating-torii-japan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181785197164715618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">N</span></span>ada transcurre.<br />Las prórrogas del alma<br />salen a flote.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6302615712147503611?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-31808181075900448092008-03-22T11:55:00.004+01:002008-03-22T12:24:14.615+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-TrSLthXkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2jJlg6Kykgg/s1600-h/forest_burn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-TrSLthXkI/AAAAAAAAAq4/2jJlg6Kykgg/s400/forest_burn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180524168996806210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">H</span></span>acia el futuro<br />hay semilas que nacen<br />entre las llamas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3180818107590044809?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-85323542934673131212008-03-21T11:42:00.003+01:002008-03-21T11:58:31.437+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-OTzLthXjI/AAAAAAAAAqw/g9vsdeXp148/s1600-h/hanai_2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-OTzLthXjI/AAAAAAAAAqw/g9vsdeXp148/s400/hanai_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180146503932534322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">T. Hanai</span> (2008)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>n la pantalla<br />la piel es un reflejo.<br />Mirada múltiple.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8532354293467313121?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-52408942433759481542008-03-20T10:56:00.006+01:002008-03-20T13:12:01.070+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-I2FLthXiI/AAAAAAAAAqo/s5IyuHaja_A/s1600-h/ny_ident.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R-I2FLthXiI/AAAAAAAAAqo/s5IyuHaja_A/s400/ny_ident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179761984100458018" border="0" /></a><blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">D</span></span>esdibujarse.<br />Huir donde no existe<br />la identidad.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5240894243375948154?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-21477452003197669312008-03-12T12:44:00.004+01:002008-03-21T11:59:11.620+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R9fFlveSsiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cEHESnOJMMY/s1600-h/Bear_Hug.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R9fFlveSsiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/cEHESnOJMMY/s400/Bear_Hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176823548875026978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>n el abrazo<br />de aquellos que nos quieren<br />somos perfectos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2147745200319766931?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-8140128297733655952008-03-07T15:50:00.006+01:002008-03-21T11:59:27.989+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R9KDAveSsdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KkEItpAVDjk/s1600-h/monsters.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R9KDAveSsdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KkEItpAVDjk/s400/monsters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175342970568880594" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">F</span></span>ondo marino.<br />Los fantasmas que temes<br />habitan dentro.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-814012829773365595?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-24198634891101340022008-03-06T16:01:00.005+01:002008-03-17T12:27:57.674+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R9AKaitVdNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/PV2yyHosYxE/s1600-h/boat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R9AKaitVdNI/AAAAAAAAAp0/PV2yyHosYxE/s400/boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174647422958531794" border="0" /></a><blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">N</span></span>o marco el rumbo.<br />En el sosiego lógico<br />soy invisible.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2419863489110134002?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-55393025528373779052008-03-04T11:09:00.005+01:002008-03-04T11:44:55.013+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R80jZncwOlI/AAAAAAAAApk/Pa5omtPQ6Ho/s1600-h/youare.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R80jZncwOlI/AAAAAAAAApk/Pa5omtPQ6Ho/s400/youare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173830469911853650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">F. Tsang</span> (2008)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">V</span></span>iven los símbolos<br />presos en la ciudad.<br />Los días pasan.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5539302552837377905?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-78906275429674637712008-02-28T09:06:00.006+01:002008-02-28T12:57:10.392+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R8ad5BJDN-I/AAAAAAAAApc/xsTTP43gyPY/s1600-h/Ballerinas%2Bon%2Bthe%2BBrain%2Bby%2BRikki%2BKasso%2B07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R8ad5BJDN-I/AAAAAAAAApc/xsTTP43gyPY/s400/Ballerinas%2Bon%2Bthe%2BBrain%2Bby%2BRikki%2BKasso%2B07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171994824966092770" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.tokyoundressed.com/">Rikki Kasso</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Ballerinas on the brain</span> (2007)<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>a niña crece.<br />Y el tiempo, como el surco,<br />todo lo arrastra.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7890627542967463771?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-50460730477843794632008-02-24T13:00:00.001+01:002008-02-26T13:53:09.042+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R8Df-xJDN4I/AAAAAAAAAos/-wolM9NkrNU/s1600-h/nightbulbs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R8Df-xJDN4I/AAAAAAAAAos/-wolM9NkrNU/s400/nightbulbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170378641657509762" border="0" /></a><a href="http://jackssmack.blogspot.com/">Jack Cantey</a>, Night bulbs (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">T</span></span>ras las ventanas<br />hay cerebros que aguardan<br />una señal.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5046073047784379463?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-29273039552529162562008-02-23T11:44:00.004+01:002008-02-23T14:23:16.753+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7_95hJDN2I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Dr73zE6CWN8/s1600-h/terratag-18r.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7_95hJDN2I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Dr73zE6CWN8/s400/terratag-18r.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170130061835319138" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.terratag.com/">Terratag.com</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">AV Star</span> (2007)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>lla no sabe<br />que él no rompió las fotos.<br />Nadie lo sabe.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2927303955252916256?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-32902143980311467712008-02-19T20:21:00.008+01:002008-02-20T16:06:59.244+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7uHGxJDN0I/AAAAAAAAAoM/L7Vq8XQyAco/s1600-h/alambrada_sol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7uHGxJDN0I/AAAAAAAAAoM/L7Vq8XQyAco/s400/alambrada_sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168873547678037826" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mcdnry/">Ryan McD</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Wire Sunset</span> (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">U</span></span>na alambrada.<br />Horizonte de dientes<br />que nos separa.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3290214398031146771?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-86636865156078903232008-02-18T12:06:00.006+01:002008-02-20T16:25:07.851+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7lo5xJDNvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/--CcL7WUy4Y/s1600-h/kamikaze.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7lo5xJDNvI/AAAAAAAAAnk/--CcL7WUy4Y/s400/kamikaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168277389037483762" border="0" /></a><span id="ctrlResultsview_compView_lblCredit" class="infoText"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Keystone/Getty Images</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Piloto Kamikaze</span> (1941)</span><br /></div><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">P</span></span>asiones, vidas<br />que nunca volverán.<br />Viento divino.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8663686515607890323?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-87148688657834639922008-02-16T12:03:00.004+01:002008-02-16T12:12:00.959+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7bEERJDNuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0GaHEp_0OJw/s1600-h/hopper-empty-room.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R7bEERJDNuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0GaHEp_0OJw/s400/hopper-empty-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167533200054105826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">E. Hopper</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sun in an empty room</span> (1963)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">C</span></span>asa vacía.<br />Las paredes desnudas<br />no tienen límites.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8714868865783463992?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-56418726485779859752008-02-10T12:11:00.001+01:002008-02-10T13:28:10.016+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R67e9RJDNsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JC7ysGUpQ7Y/s1600-h/padrehijo-rai.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R67e9RJDNsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JC7ysGUpQ7Y/s400/padrehijo-rai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165310966795286210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">R. Rai</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mi padre y mi hijo</span> (1968)<br /></div><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">T</span></span>uyo es el tiempo.<br />Descansa entre las manos<br />que te protegen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5641872648577985975?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-62832138979825750852008-02-09T11:17:00.000+01:002008-02-09T11:52:23.510+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R62F0xJDNrI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ThFI0LmVNcg/s1600-h/autobahn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R62F0xJDNrI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ThFI0LmVNcg/s400/autobahn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164931489254815410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">M. Probst</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Autobahn</span> (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>scapan juntos.<br />Sus lágrimas son versos<br />en la autopista.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6283213897982575085?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-41385534600795713042008-02-07T00:58:00.000+01:002008-02-08T10:46:15.067+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6o4jCo2oYI/AAAAAAAAAms/QrtIOq_mrJU/s1600-h/Agnosia.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6o4jCo2oYI/AAAAAAAAAms/QrtIOq_mrJU/s400/Agnosia.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164002097388495234" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/73692499@N00/">Fallen Yoko</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Agnosia</span> (2007)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">C</span></span>on nuestros cuerpos<br />tratamos de olvidar.<br />Nunca se aprende.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4138553460079571304?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-51336700009024996462008-02-06T02:29:00.000+01:002008-02-06T02:52:28.411+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6kSjSo2oXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9J0A-XmiijU/s1600-h/cliffs-of-moher.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6kSjSo2oXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/9J0A-XmiijU/s400/cliffs-of-moher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163678845264896370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Acantilados de Moher</span>, Irlanda<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Y</span></span>a no son uno.<br />En el acantilado<br />rompen las olas.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5133670000902499646?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-66695361507050195362008-02-05T16:15:00.001+01:002008-02-05T16:25:45.656+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6h97io2oWI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-XiU457r36Y/s1600-h/robot_eye.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6h97io2oWI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-XiU457r36Y/s400/robot_eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163515434644185442" border="0" /></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I%2C_Robot_%28film%29">Sonny</a> (2004)<br /></div><blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>n tu mirada<br />hay más que inteligencia<br />artificial.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6669536150705019536?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-39174333205291626792008-02-03T20:12:00.000+01:002008-02-03T20:55:08.699+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6YbYio2oVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/iU8jZjFAr1s/s1600-h/tiger-water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6YbYio2oVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/iU8jZjFAr1s/s400/tiger-water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162844131255820626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Bengal tiger under water</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">E. Risberg</span> (2007)<br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div> <span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>l tigre sueña<br />que derrotar al río<br />es cazar al pez.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3917433320529162679?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-42121923773018027342008-02-02T14:40:00.000+01:002008-02-02T14:51:46.644+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6R0mio2oSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IgQTSPJqu6Q/s1600-h/avalanche.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R6R0mio2oSI/AAAAAAAAAl8/IgQTSPJqu6Q/s400/avalanche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162379278355439906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Alud</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">E. Limón</span> (1999)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">N</span></span>ieve en la cumbre.<br />Suave es el movimiento<br />antes del fin.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4212192377301802734?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-58019114850631328262008-01-25T09:57:00.000+01:002008-02-02T20:30:44.378+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R5mlrio2oRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fzgfSm3JlLU/s1600-h/watching.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R5mlrio2oRI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fzgfSm3JlLU/s400/watching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159337015580729618" border="0" /></a>Cartel WW2 (1941-45)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">T</span></span>odos mis pasos<br />se sienten observados<br />por otro yo.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5801911485063132826?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-88327232974741057162008-01-23T11:58:00.000+01:002008-01-24T15:51:30.948+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R5ilzyo2oQI/AAAAAAAAAls/jbpeRHvx7lE/s1600-h/ww2-coast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R5ilzyo2oQI/AAAAAAAAAls/jbpeRHvx7lE/s400/ww2-coast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159055682337939714" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Leyte">Batalla de Leyte</a> (1944)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>n tus recuerdos<br />nunca terminarán<br />los días de gloria.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8832723297474105716?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-59715656538898564872007-12-30T13:44:00.000+01:002008-01-01T04:42:19.081+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R3eTj1tDaTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XFl9W42ylc0/s1600-h/stars-in-night-sky-over-London.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R3eTj1tDaTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XFl9W42ylc0/s400/stars-in-night-sky-over-London.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149746942842202418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Stars in night sky over London</span> (2000) [<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R3eTj1tDaTI/AAAAAAAAAlU/XFl9W42ylc0/s1600-h/stars-in-night-sky-over-London.jpg">click</a>]<br /><br /><br /></div> <blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>o luminoso<br />se vuelve accidental.<br />Siempre es de noche.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5971565653889856487?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-77646484537766771052007-12-27T12:27:00.000+01:002007-12-30T13:51:41.401+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R3OOB1tDaSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LeVOewprswU/s1600-h/akihabara_yoshimitsu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R3OOB1tDaSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/LeVOewprswU/s400/akihabara_yoshimitsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148614961261668642" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.yoshimitsutakano.com/">Y. Takano</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Akiba biyori</span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span>uedes estar<br />en el lugar propicio,<br />pero no encajas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7764648453776677105?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-12693691822750593842007-12-21T05:48:00.000+01:002007-12-21T11:26:18.707+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2tHNFtDaRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nZdOEU0vu1k/s1600-h/Sharon-Wilson-Secrets.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2tHNFtDaRI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nZdOEU0vu1k/s400/Sharon-Wilson-Secrets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146285289395939602" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.sharonwilsonart.com/">Sharon Wilson</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Secrets</span> (2002)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>n el refugio<br />de una vida secreta<br />nos escondemos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1269369182275059384?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-80999194106130917422007-12-15T18:39:00.000+01:002007-12-15T18:52:11.502+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2QT-1tDaQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/pXDTcmxJ7FQ/s1600-h/giveu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2QT-1tDaQI/AAAAAAAAAk8/pXDTcmxJ7FQ/s400/giveu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144258644652812546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">S</span></span>ólo se pierden<br />las cosas que no das.<br />Desaparecen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8099919410613091742?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-66489380761227574562007-12-14T05:14:00.000+01:002007-12-14T05:24:41.653+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2IDtltDaOI/AAAAAAAAAks/m0zeKV0AwRM/s1600-h/Cherry002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2IDtltDaOI/AAAAAAAAAks/m0zeKV0AwRM/s400/Cherry002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143677806160603362" border="0" /></a><a href="http://weblog.hitoriphoto.com/">HitoriPhoto</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Cherry (Winter in Shanghai)</span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">C</span></span>iclos que acaban.<br />Las puertas del invierno<br />ya se han abierto.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6648938076122757456?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-3836333652635278232007-12-12T22:24:00.000+01:002007-12-15T18:52:59.505+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2Bv6WMcsoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3srEBO-TN1I/s1600-h/manufacts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R2Bv6WMcsoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3srEBO-TN1I/s400/manufacts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143233822637994626" border="0" /></a><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/caffeineguy/">Caffeineguy</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">China Manufacturing</span> (2005)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>os cuadraditos<br />encajan en el puzzle.<br />Piezas sin nombre.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.<br /><br /></span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-383633365263527823?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-89686507546820459732007-12-11T00:30:00.000+01:002007-12-11T21:35:45.228+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R13OhGMcsnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ha-RJn5AnPY/s1600-h/cadena-rota.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R13OhGMcsnI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Ha-RJn5AnPY/s400/cadena-rota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142493417520804466" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sulaco/298334659/">sulaco_rm</a><span>,</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Cadena rota</span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span></span>razas un plan<br />soñado en dos futuros:<br />condena o fuga.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8968650754682045973?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-36925899920809386712007-12-10T15:19:00.000+01:002008-02-10T15:01:39.850+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R11MhGMcsmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BCgwo2_cL-s/s1600-h/cave.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R11MhGMcsmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/BCgwo2_cL-s/s400/cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142350481009193570" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.kogler.net/">Peter Kogler</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">CAVE</span><span style="font-style: italic;">-Project</span> (1999)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">N</span></span>o hay más poesía.<br />La sed por la verdad<br />provocó al monstruo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3692589992080938671?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-49207936674960446612007-11-22T12:33:00.000+01:002007-11-22T21:38:04.042+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R0XoPQrFTDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/VzXmbNUewCM/s1600-h/television-dictadura.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R0XoPQrFTDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/VzXmbNUewCM/s400/television-dictadura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135766298957270066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Graffiti callejero</span>, Madrid (2007)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">F</span></span>auces que cantan.<br />Qué fácil es dar nombre<br />a lo que odiamos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4920793667496044661?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-39839585309041608662007-11-21T11:33:00.000+01:002007-11-22T18:29:51.110+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R0WvIgrFTCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1WxBvPrFsu8/s1600-h/vettriano_secret1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R0WvIgrFTCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/1WxBvPrFsu8/s400/vettriano_secret1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135703510830369826" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Vettriano">Jack Vettriano</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Her secret life I</span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">U</span></span>na canción<br />que sólo yo conozco,<br />junto contigo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3983958530904160866?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-315692609892599182007-11-17T01:13:00.000+01:002007-11-20T13:04:12.468+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R0LMHQrFTAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/brLCyf9cnHM/s1600-h/girl_otus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/R0LMHQrFTAI/AAAAAAAAAjU/brLCyf9cnHM/s400/girl_otus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134890950262606850" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.zeestone.com/artist.php?artistID=14">Wu Yang</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Girl with Lotus</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>luvia perpetua<br />que oculta las aristas.<br />Flor sumergida.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-31569260989259918?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-60960253924607186282007-11-16T11:19:00.000+01:002007-11-16T16:14:14.309+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rz2zqgrFS-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/P0Px1q2XtZo/s1600-h/rcarver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rz2zqgrFS-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/P0Px1q2XtZo/s400/rcarver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133456693178747874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E. Kroll</span> (2005)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">C</span></span>iudad-mujer,<br />tan llena de secretos<br />como de calles.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6096025392460718628?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-22786045693982930692007-11-15T00:34:00.000+01:002007-11-15T16:51:26.498+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzuH4wrFS7I/AAAAAAAAAis/pQPE3kC51k0/s1600-h/viaje_a_ninguna_parte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzuH4wrFS7I/AAAAAAAAAis/pQPE3kC51k0/s400/viaje_a_ninguna_parte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132845609526840242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">If On A Winter's Night A Traveller</span>, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fil/" title="Enlaza con las fotos de fil himself"><b></b></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fil/">fil himself</a> (2007)<br /><br /></div><h1 id="title_div444722918" property="dc:title"></h1><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">S</span></span>e precipita<br />el resto de mi vida.<br />Amarga víspera.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2278604569398293069?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-19520322705484534892007-11-13T17:29:00.000+01:002007-11-14T15:36:27.659+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzsHGdzJrJI/AAAAAAAAAik/SIBsloeNyNk/s1600-h/sincity_prison.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzsHGdzJrJI/AAAAAAAAAik/SIBsloeNyNk/s400/sincity_prison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132704007978593426" border="0" /></a><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin_City_%28film%29">Sin City</a> (2005)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>sas prisiones<br />son el único templo<br />de nuestra libertad.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1952032270548453489?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-20469202990834857242007-11-12T19:01:00.000+01:002007-11-12T19:30:49.277+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzibLlfXklI/AAAAAAAAAiM/-k5IethsqK4/s1600-h/girl_phone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzibLlfXklI/AAAAAAAAAiM/-k5IethsqK4/s400/girl_phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132022398733226578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Girl phone</span>, <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/skyshanghai/">Shanghai Sky</a> (2007)<br /></div> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span>iensas en ella<br />reviviendo el pasado.<br />Suena el teléfono.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2046920299083485724?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-59272888163682832212007-11-10T18:12:00.000+01:002007-11-10T18:30:07.257+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzXoylfXkkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UnhhHNUPD48/s1600-h/ojodepez.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzXoylfXkkI/AAAAAAAAAiE/UnhhHNUPD48/s400/ojodepez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131263306213331522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">D</span></span>isociación.<br />Los ojos que nos ven<br />no son los nuestros.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5927288816368283221?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-91118448605372890412007-11-07T00:45:00.000+01:002007-11-07T09:39:04.355+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzD9Qdz-o9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/z7MS279PAqs/s1600-h/bubble-universe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzD9Qdz-o9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/z7MS279PAqs/s400/bubble-universe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129878434897372114" border="0" /></a>"<span style="font-style: italic;">Our place in the Multiverse"</span>, <em>Nature</em> <strong>443</strong>, 145 - 146 (2006)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">D</span></span>os universos.<br />Hay algo que fluctúa<br />en el vacío.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">N.</div></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-9111844860537289041?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-63169946880209499922007-11-05T18:26:00.000+01:002007-11-05T18:59:03.563+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ry9WWtz-o8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jpTCYGEVHwk/s1600-h/sombrabloguerrosa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ry9WWtz-o8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/jpTCYGEVHwk/s400/sombrabloguerrosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129413448853005250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Sombra de una bloguer rosa</span>, <a href="http://dadanoias.blogspot.com/">dadanoias</a> (2007)<br /></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></span>bres o cierras.<br />El amor es un bit<br />reiterativo.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote></div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6316994688020949992?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-59596983010702640452007-11-04T11:18:00.000+01:002007-11-04T11:48:32.144+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ry2h2Nz-o7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/u5VpsYOe-30/s1600-h/stay-snow+white.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ry2h2Nz-o7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/u5VpsYOe-30/s400/stay-snow+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128933503437546418" border="0" /></a><a href="http://kimjoon.simspace.com/gallery_list.asp">Kim Joon</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Stay-snow white</span> (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>a garra. El ángel<br />más allá de uno mismo.<br />Hambre de cuerpos.<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><b></b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5959698301070264045?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-69071395132205181992007-11-02T10:19:00.000+01:002007-11-04T03:03:44.182+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ry0nQ9z-o6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ja0my4t3SNI/s1600-h/lady-doctor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ry0nQ9z-o6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/ja0my4t3SNI/s400/lady-doctor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128798723068830626" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Lady Doctor</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">J. Woodwark</span> (2005)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">B</span></span>aile de máscaras.<br />Aceptó la mentira<br />con gentileza.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6907139513220518199?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-74783178311439747342007-10-28T10:00:00.000+01:002007-11-16T12:36:49.059+01:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzF66dz-o-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/9GcxgBYA-iI/s1600-h/neurona-fractal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RzF66dz-o-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/9GcxgBYA-iI/s400/neurona-fractal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130016595405349858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Neurona - árbol</span> (2006)<br /><br /></div> <blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">S</span></span>e repetía<br />con dimensión incierta<br />toda su historia.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7478317831143974734?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-39572259152722169762007-10-26T17:11:00.000+02:002007-10-26T17:18:55.540+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RyIEPNz-o1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/YlcpGYANK0o/s1600-h/caracol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RyIEPNz-o1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/YlcpGYANK0o/s400/caracol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125663985353270098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">V</span></span>idas anónimas.<br />Subiendo la montaña,<br />un caracol.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3957225915272216976?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-54840015746538985512007-10-25T16:54:00.000+02:002007-10-26T17:31:15.107+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RyCu9dz-o0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/lIUbTd4Isl8/s1600-h/spaceinv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RyCu9dz-o0I/AAAAAAAAAgs/lIUbTd4Isl8/s400/spaceinv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125288746945520450" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.space-invaders.com/"><span style="font-style: italic;">Space Invaders Project</span></a>, Paris (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">G</span></span>ame over.<br />Nuestro amor era un juego<br />sin vidas extra.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5484001574653898551?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-77133240583915796992007-10-23T14:47:00.000+02:002007-10-23T15:26:24.370+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rx32DhF9UqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/b7WAXaaDL4M/s1600-h/lovers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rx32DhF9UqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/b7WAXaaDL4M/s400/lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124522491300893346" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Magritte">René Magritte</a>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Los amantes</span> (1928)<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">L</span></span>o real no es el aire<br />que escapa entre tus dientes.<br />Las hojas caen.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">N.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7713324058391579699?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-73811155019666169782007-10-19T00:01:00.000+02:002007-10-18T22:49:01.807+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxfGIS_3xcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1h4vx-6ntAU/s1600-h/ulysses-31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxfGIS_3xcI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1h4vx-6ntAU/s400/ulysses-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122780946998216130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Ulysses 31</span> (1981)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">V</span></span>olver a casa.<br />Ítaca nunca estuvo<br />tan alejada.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">N.</div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7381115501966616978?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-22727989806504266502007-10-18T12:01:00.000+02:002007-10-18T12:19:16.416+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxcyKy_3xbI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jlEZOz2ShPI/s1600-h/Kill-The-Imperialistic-Monster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxcyKy_3xbI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jlEZOz2ShPI/s400/Kill-The-Imperialistic-Monster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122618262226978226" border="0" /> </a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Aplasta al monstruo imperialista"</span> (1920)<br /><br /></div> <span style="font-size:180%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A</span></span>batimiento.<br />Veo ternura en las hienas<br />que nos devoran.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2272798980650426650?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-32566890645891803762007-10-17T12:20:00.000+02:002007-10-17T15:36:31.086+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxXjPy_3xaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ngWISW0Rw1w/s1600-h/darkmatter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxXjPy_3xaI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ngWISW0Rw1w/s400/darkmatter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122250011731019170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">A. Kravtsov</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">materia oscura en el núcleo galáctico</span> (2003)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span></span>estos del tiempo<br />que dilató tus párpados.<br />Gravedad muerta.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-3256689064589180376?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-23417628747990193482007-10-16T11:29:00.000+02:002007-10-16T12:50:42.876+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxSW5S_3xZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/79SUWNSBXL4/s1600-h/skeleton.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxSW5S_3xZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/79SUWNSBXL4/s400/skeleton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121884587323540882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Primer poema de amor </span><span>(2007)</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">F</span></span>osas comunes.<br />Se miran nuestros ojos<br />en el otoño.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2341762874799019348?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-88603685095499838562007-10-15T00:32:00.000+02:002007-10-15T00:49:28.518+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxKctC_3xYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/z-311r-AhCM/s1600-h/Juncos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxKctC_3xYI/AAAAAAAAAfs/z-311r-AhCM/s400/Juncos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121328023986488706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Juncos</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">F. Rivera</span> (2006)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">N</span></span>o duele el golpe.<br />El junco no se parte,<br />sólo baila.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8860368509549983856?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-85933312975762551812007-10-14T01:06:00.000+02:002007-10-14T12:11:58.975+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxFT7i_3xWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2Xl-xGvrNQc/s1600-h/shmed01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxFT7i_3xWI/AAAAAAAAAfc/2Xl-xGvrNQc/s400/shmed01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120966533769053538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">SMED01</span>, <a href="http://www.area105.com/">Tony Ariawan</a> (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">H</span></span>ierve el alcohol,<br />que derrama su lengua<br />en tu cerebro.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8593331297576255181?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-10129250538290548202007-10-12T20:16:00.000+02:002007-10-13T14:32:44.929+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxC65S_3xVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/niHqFX63IqA/s1600-h/GEOMETRia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RxC65S_3xVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/niHqFX63IqA/s400/GEOMETRia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120798269835298130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>n paralelo.<br />El espacio nos volvió<br />desconocidos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1012925053829054820?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-67302905216589085032007-10-11T12:09:00.000+02:002007-10-14T12:12:35.748+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rw33iJW4AeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uUEmVJQqvBI/s1600-h/araki_tears.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rw33iJW4AeI/AAAAAAAAAe0/uUEmVJQqvBI/s400/araki_tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120020517389599202" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.arakinobuyoshi.com/">Nobuyoshi Araki</a>, de <span style="font-style: italic;">Erotos</span> (1993) [<a href="http://www.publico.es/culturas/005400/exposicion/sexo/londres">vía</a>]<br /></div> <blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span></span>abiosos versos,<br />duelen como una lágrima<br />envenenada.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6730290521658908503?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-43588057494417565992007-10-10T14:59:00.000+02:002007-10-10T15:29:58.271+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RwzRdpW4AdI/AAAAAAAAAes/ksldYcziZUA/s1600-h/deadtreevalley.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RwzRdpW4AdI/AAAAAAAAAes/ksldYcziZUA/s400/deadtreevalley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119697183661621714" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>ntre la bruma,<br />los árboles del valle<br />guardan secretos.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">N.</div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4358805749441756599?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-54017900759408255982007-10-08T09:16:00.000+02:002007-10-11T00:26:24.577+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RwnbEZW4AbI/AAAAAAAAAec/8UmGfcaDw6o/s1600-h/laughing_budha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RwnbEZW4AbI/AAAAAAAAAec/8UmGfcaDw6o/s400/laughing_budha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118863320056070578" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>ra optimista,<br />fingiendo no entender<br />lo que veía.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5401790075940825598?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-24555423228100410792007-10-06T16:10:00.000+02:002007-10-06T16:21:58.991+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RweZ25W4AaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NcIe_wqaXUw/s1600-h/moscu_bw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RweZ25W4AaI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NcIe_wqaXUw/s400/moscu_bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118228669918609826" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">S</span></span>alir con vida<br />era cuestión de suerte.<br />Premonición.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">N.</div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2455542322810041079?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-84695288624806985252007-09-28T11:38:00.000+02:002007-09-28T11:42:27.740+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvzLxlsN2qI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ntjYXtSj2AA/s1600-h/myanmar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvzLxlsN2qI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ntjYXtSj2AA/s400/myanmar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115187329577638562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Manifestación en Myanmar</span>, [<a href="http://www.elpais.com/fotogaleria/Rebelion/Myanmar/4416-1/elpgal/">vía</a>] (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>as calles tiemblan.<br />Somos armas de un dios<br />indiferente.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8469528862480698525?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-28776980882767096272007-09-26T01:01:00.000+02:002007-10-16T12:42:38.990+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvmEjFsN2pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UtD7sk5ZpJs/s1600-h/Roy_Lichtenstein_Drowning_Girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvmEjFsN2pI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UtD7sk5ZpJs/s400/Roy_Lichtenstein_Drowning_Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114264590213831314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Drowning girl</span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Lichtenstein">Roy Lichtenstein</a> (1963)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">E</span></span>ra el deseo.<br />Se hundían las miradas<br />en el infinito.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2877698088276709627?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-43398854163544003062007-09-25T00:56:00.000+02:002007-09-25T01:25:31.622+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rvgx_1sN2lI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CzMeSwu9dxo/s1600-h/Destroy_old_world.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rvgx_1sN2lI/AAAAAAAAAdc/CzMeSwu9dxo/s400/Destroy_old_world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113892349693254226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">"Destruye el viejo mundo, funda un mundo nuevo"</span> (1966)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">B</span></span>rutal receta<br />de la revolución.<br />Futuro y sangre.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-4339885416354400306?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-16375553441067525552007-09-24T09:01:00.000+02:002007-09-25T00:06:16.354+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rvg0AVsN2mI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Wo7OUlMoQbM/s1600-h/nocheazul.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Rvg0AVsN2mI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Wo7OUlMoQbM/s400/nocheazul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113894557306444386" border="0" /></a>Fotografía de <span style="font-weight: bold;">P. Cobo</span> (2005)<br /><br /></div> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>n los tejados<br />quedan signos de vida<br />en equilibrio.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-1637555344106752555?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-9695313116010105342007-09-23T15:52:00.000+02:002007-09-24T23:57:37.800+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvZv7VsN2gI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0wOIVv06YG0/s1600-h/cats_in_paris.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvZv7VsN2gI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0wOIVv06YG0/s400/cats_in_paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113397492151343618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Cats in Paris</span>, <a href="http://www.sandyskoglund.com/">Sandy Skoglund</a> (1993)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>uz entre nubes.<br />la ciudad se refugia<br />de sus fantasmas.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span></div></div></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-969531311601010534?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-51049589912511590832007-09-22T18:13:00.000+02:002007-09-25T00:09:03.794+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvbwLlsN2hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fH3n5l6ZmbE/s1600-h/rain-fall.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvbwLlsN2hI/AAAAAAAAAc4/fH3n5l6ZmbE/s400/rain-fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113538508812573202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Autumn windfall</span>, <a href="http://www.tomkidding.com/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Tom Kidding</span></a> (1998)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></span>ra terrible.<br />Un otoño inundado<br />nos acariciaba.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5104958991251159083?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-51058044004479167452007-09-21T08:47:00.000+02:002007-09-21T18:23:22.748+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvBkZGr8j2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/xrWGYTG3Nuk/s1600-h/sexbshower.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvBkZGr8j2I/AAAAAAAAAcY/xrWGYTG3Nuk/s400/sexbshower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111695959519956834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Sexbshower</span>, <a href="http://www.quickhoney.com/">Quick Honey</a> (2007)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"></div></div><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">H</span></span>uele a pintura.<br />Los colores revientan<br />como labios.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><br />[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">El modelo de Pickman</span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/H.P._Lovecraft">H. P. Lovecraft</a> (1926)]</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-5105804400447916745?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-84698199268499796652007-09-20T11:35:00.000+02:002007-09-20T11:52:27.640+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvJBV9bBSJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tqlVfyQNGFA/s1600-h/ensayo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvJBV9bBSJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tqlVfyQNGFA/s400/ensayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112220372539885714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Arroz en tubos de ensayo</span>, <a href="http://www.max-wissen.de/print.php?id=4051">Max-Planck-Gesellschaft</a> (2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A</span></span>quel amor<br />era un tubo de ensayo.<br />Germinábamos.<br /><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /> </div><br />[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">Los muertos</span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Joyce">J. Joyce</a> (1914)]</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-8469819926849979665?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-24246947785387912552007-09-19T01:25:00.000+02:002007-09-19T01:30:34.307+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvAhEWr8jzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/v61Iw_5wtyU/s1600-h/timednotexist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RvAhEWr8jzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/v61Iw_5wtyU/s400/timednotexist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111621935758610226" border="0" /></a>Cartel, "<a href="http://w3art.es/weblog_archivos/000624.php">Timeless universe</a>" (2006)<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A</span></span>ntiguas almas.<br />Cicatrices ausentes<br />de la historia.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><br />[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">William Wilson</span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edgar_Allan_Poe">E. A. Poe</a> (1839)]</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2424694778538791255?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-76754151901535606852007-09-18T08:46:00.000+02:002007-09-18T10:36:27.082+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ru-Jcmr8jwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cGkNQun4T3s/s1600-h/neural_stem_cell1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ru-Jcmr8jwI/AAAAAAAAAbo/cGkNQun4T3s/s400/neural_stem_cell1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111455226603015938" border="0" /></a>Células madre generando neuronas, <a href="http://www.news.wisc.edu/packages/stemcells/labphotos.html">S-Ch. Zhang</a> (2001)<br /><br /></div> <span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Cursiva" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">L</span></span>as ideas nacen<br />de la necesidad.<br />Alumbramiento.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><br />[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">La dama del perrito</span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_Chekhov">A. Chejov</a> (1899)]</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7675415190153560685?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-63002382453426662092007-09-17T19:13:00.000+02:002007-09-18T21:05:20.518+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ru66RWr8jvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Gy1relEl6XY/s1600-h/Broken_Heart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/Ru66RWr8jvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Gy1relEl6XY/s400/Broken_Heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111227434422537970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Broken heart, </span><a href="http://www.mayannlicudine.com/">May Ann Licudine</a> (2005)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">N</span></span>o tengo corazón.<br />Eso no significa<br />que no te quiera.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">Moby Dick, cap. XLI</span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herman_Melville">H. Melville</a> (1851)]</blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-6300238245342666209?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-92191696952490598222007-09-16T00:57:00.000+02:002007-09-16T13:43:18.179+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RuyOhmr8jtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aUXbd5h4JBA/s1600-h/blind.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RuyOhmr8jtI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/aUXbd5h4JBA/s400/blind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110616385130368722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Blind leading the blind</span>, <a href="http://www.rdomm.com/">Rachel Domm</a> (2006)<br /></div><br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">O</span></span>jos cerrados.<br />¿Qué ocurre con los cuerpos<br />que no vemos?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><br />[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">Las dos Elenas</span>, <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Fuentes">Carlos Fuentes</a> (1973)]<br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-9219169695249059822?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-28346549319348528462007-09-15T15:51:00.000+02:002007-09-15T16:19:04.058+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RuvoVGr8jsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6OFaS7WF4mI/s1600-h/daddy_bomb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RuvoVGr8jsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/6OFaS7WF4mI/s400/daddy_bomb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110433651451793090" border="0" /></a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Father_of_All_Bombs">Bomba</a> termobárica rusa (Sept, 2007)<br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></span><blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">O</span></span>lor a carne<br />ardiendo en la parrilla.<br />Alguien se quema.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">El nuevo abogado</span>, <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Kafka">Franz Kafka</a> (1909)]</div></div></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-2834654931934852846?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21387197.post-77784501289151344112007-09-14T12:37:00.000+02:002007-09-14T15:06:02.445+02:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RuqFomr8jrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q8L0X9rj4Ac/s1600-h/rodin_le_cathedrale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Fra8Mr3oMHM/RuqFomr8jrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/q8L0X9rj4Ac/s400/rodin_le_cathedrale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110043659831381682" border="0" /></a><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auguste_Rodin"> </a><span style="font-style: italic;">La catedral, </span><a href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auguste_Rodin"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>A. Rodin</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>(1908)<br /></div> <blockquote><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></span>or el camino<br />cogidos de la mano<br />el cielo abierto<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">N.</span><br /></div><br />[Hoy leí: <span style="font-style: italic;">La caricia más profunda</span>, <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julio_Cort%C3%A1zar">J. Cortázar</a> (1967)]</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21387197-7778450128915134411?l=nicogramas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nicolasillo, monje Zenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02369748217951442501noreply@blogger.com0