tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57849683638517198762011-12-02T04:35:02.339-08:00Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-13640426888811219782008-06-14T13:18:00.000-07:002008-06-14T13:31:46.254-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apiedeaula.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SE7huWqbv1I/AAAAAAAABko/b6XowhgkXhU/s400/Imagen+177.LUred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210350005388033874" border="0" /></a><br /></div>De <a href="http://apiedeaula.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lu</span></a> en su <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blanes</span> (Gerona). Aviso de una de las máquinas de una imprenta local.<br />No tengo palabras para algo tan complejo como el sinsentido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1364042688881121978?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-3867218975446507962008-06-10T13:01:00.000-07:002008-06-10T13:31:03.154-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apiedeaula.blogspot.com/"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SE7gUa-y-II/AAAAAAAABkg/k-CP_D2JN8Q/s400/sabanas_molonas.LU.Red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348460358957186" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />De <a href="http://apiedeaula.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lu</span></a> en su <span style="font-weight: bold;">Blanes</span> (Gerona).<br />Buen ejemplo de relatos falsarios prefabricados. Para hacerle la cama al cliente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-386721897544650796?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-351991806786282212008-05-18T04:30:00.000-07:002008-06-10T13:00:55.944-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SCbalSdYlCI/AAAAAAAABjI/nmd9AK8nG60/s1600-h/02052008082.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SCbalSdYlCI/AAAAAAAABjI/nmd9AK8nG60/s400/02052008082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199083153990915106" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Va de fútbol, claro, pero podemos usar "la Unión" como "la unión de..." y soñar un poco.<br /><ul><li>Tienes razón, si lo desvinculamos del fútbol, queda: "Unidos podemos salvar la unión". ¡Qué bueno.<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://nosolomates.es/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> da-beat</a></span><br /></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-35199180678628221?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-69251292868717320492008-05-14T04:45:00.000-07:002008-05-14T04:45:01.922-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SCbcfidYlDI/AAAAAAAABjQ/YdI-st0_UfY/s1600-h/20080503elpepucul_6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SCbcfidYlDI/AAAAAAAABjQ/YdI-st0_UfY/s400/20080503elpepucul_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199085254229922866" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Apareció en <a href="http://www.publico.es/culturas/079477/sixtina/grafiti"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Público</span></a>. El gran <span style="font-weight: bold;">Banksy</span> con un metarrelato sobre el arte de las paredes. La naturaleza humana y sus productos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-6925129286871732049?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-45778237864522680492008-05-11T04:19:00.000-07:002008-05-11T04:26:52.121-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SCbWYidYlBI/AAAAAAAABjA/GsfHPy2HlSg/s1600-h/julio+2007+%2810%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/SCbWYidYlBI/AAAAAAAABjA/GsfHPy2HlSg/s400/julio+2007+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199078536901071890" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Las rosas de papel no son verdad<br />y queman (Jaime Gil de Biedma)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-4577823786452268049?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-11220356809094895292008-03-29T03:47:00.001-07:002008-03-29T04:03:43.361-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R-4etiraDmI/AAAAAAAABe4/2zDse5ZQebk/s1600-h/P1010004BRed.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R-4etiraDmI/AAAAAAAABe4/2zDse5ZQebk/s400/P1010004BRed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183113988901834338" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Imagínatelas en un escaparate de <span style="font-weight: bold;">El Corte Inglés</span> o <span style="font-weight: bold;">Zara</span> y comprueba cómo se pervierte el propósito y el sentido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1122035680909489529?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-11904309860502079532008-03-26T02:43:00.000-07:002008-03-29T04:08:08.465-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R-oboiraDkI/AAAAAAAABeo/FjIfVRls9P8/s1600-h/Agosto+2007+en+Corralesmodif%29+%28163%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R-oboiraDkI/AAAAAAAABeo/FjIfVRls9P8/s400/Agosto+2007+en+Corralesmodif%29+%28163%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181984704560762434" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Una letra y el estado del edificio. Todo un relato de deslocalización.<br /><br /><ul><li>Me recuerda un grafitti de una sóla letra en una señalización horizontal: BUS STOP pasó a ser la protesta antiamericana "BUSH STOP". Genial. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17959885768733342601" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">Manuel</a></li></ul><ul><li>Qué bueno!!. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06470639445002823231" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">Bea M</a></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1190430986050207953?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-24349096546593306122008-03-19T11:16:00.001-07:002008-03-29T04:08:40.353-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R-FY1CYhd-I/AAAAAAAABeI/ZuvQ7C9n6wc/s1600-h/13032008014red.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R-FY1CYhd-I/AAAAAAAABeI/ZuvQ7C9n6wc/s400/13032008014red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179518714648819682" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Sólo conozco una forma de resolver todos los problemas. ¿Hay otras?.<br /><ul><li>¿Conoces una forma? Cuenta, cuenta... <span dir="ltr"><a href="http://nosolomates.es/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">da-beat</a></span></li></ul><ul><li>¿Tiene sentido vivir sin problemas? (Ángel)</li></ul><ul><li>Nunca viviremos sin problemas, pero quiero resolver los que tengo para inventarme unos nuevos.<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://nosolomates.es/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> da-beat</a></span></li></ul><ul><li>Es e-vidente su in-vidente ortografía. Ante la "defecultad"...¡Es muy "dificel" !<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17959885768733342601" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">. Manuel</a></span></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-2434909654659330612?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-29632253742090462122008-02-20T10:11:00.000-08:002008-03-29T04:09:09.660-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R7xvEiOGDkI/AAAAAAAABaY/HbDxHlK6Yr8/s1600-h/P1020445red.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R7xvEiOGDkI/AAAAAAAABaY/HbDxHlK6Yr8/s400/P1020445red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169128596010569282" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Tuvieron que ser dos amigos bilbaínos, <a href="http://www.serviciosculturales.com/index_es.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Julián</span> y <span style="font-weight: bold;">Belén</span></a> , quienes me hicieron ver en mi ciudad una frase tan hermosa.<br /><br /><ul><li>¿Es un eslogan pre o postcapitalista? (<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://elblogdejuanjo.wordpress.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> Juanjo</a></span>)</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-2963225374209046212?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-45252427777336482882008-01-27T12:25:00.001-08:002008-03-29T04:10:47.560-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R5zoz29FqoI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZTt7qq8Dj2Q/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R5zoz29FqoI/AAAAAAAABUM/ZTt7qq8Dj2Q/s400/P1010115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160255250682456706" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Nunca los verás en los escaparates. Sólo los encontrarás lejos , en los márgenes del discurso oficial de la ciudad.<br /><ul><li>Alguien llamó a a dichos márgenes, los "No-lugares". Están ahí, en algún no lugar, que es su lugar.<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17959885768733342601" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> Manuel</a></span></li></ul><dl id="comments-block"><dt id="c1176221901113256426"><br /></dt><dt id="c1176221901113256426"><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17959885768733342601" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"></a></dt></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-4525242777733648288?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-12436980087464020922008-01-27T12:20:00.001-08:002008-01-27T12:24:18.947-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R5zn629FqnI/AAAAAAAABUE/FKu9vMd26Vs/s1600-h/enero+2008+%2812%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/R5zn629FqnI/AAAAAAAABUE/FKu9vMd26Vs/s400/enero+2008+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160254271429913202" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1243698008746402092?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-7083021947625626192007-11-12T12:07:00.001-08:002007-11-12T12:15:54.711-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RziyqjP82pI/AAAAAAAABME/VkTymLZllkY/s1600-h/Portugal1.11.07.MODF+%28260%29RRRR.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RziyqjP82pI/AAAAAAAABME/VkTymLZllkY/s400/Portugal1.11.07.MODF+%28260%29RRRR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132048219475073682" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />Toda un programa para disfrutar más la vida: pararse, escuchar, mirar,... Freixo-Mós, 2007<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-708302194762562619?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-4033781910472581672007-11-12T12:01:00.000-08:002008-03-29T04:06:54.445-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RzixfzP82oI/AAAAAAAABL8/uULvlU4x-qc/s1600-h/Portugal1.11.07.MODF+%2833RRR%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RzixfzP82oI/AAAAAAAABL8/uULvlU4x-qc/s400/Portugal1.11.07.MODF+%2833RRR%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132046935279852162" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Ni siquiera el alcalde, el boticario o el maestro. Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo, 2007<br /><ul><li>-¿Era delante de una Iglesia, del Ayuntamiento o de una escuela? Me falta ese dato para comentar. <span dir="ltr"><a href="http://planetamundo.wordpress.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">da-beat</a></span></li></ul><ul><li>La pared es de la Iglesia (Ángel)</li></ul><ul><li>Hay que ver cómo le gustan las furgonetas con la madera atrás a los portugueses. Este verano estuve en Aveiro y cada 5 minutos veías una.<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09089345943120013337" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> Manuel Jose Herrero</a></span></li></ul><ul><li>¿Por qué, ya que roban poco los curas, encima de privilegios les acabaran poniendo calle a todos? (José Manuel)</li></ul><ul><li>Así en el cielo como en la tierra ¿No dicen que los sacerdotes tiene el "parking" de los cielos ganado?. <span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13980532205738804672" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">IGUALES 3000</a></span></li></ul><ul><li>A lo mejor soy yo la que me cuelo, pero no falta una "R"?¿...<span dir="ltr"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/06470639445002823231" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> Bea M</a></span></li></ul><ul><li><span dir="ltr">Es Portugal (Ángel)</span></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-403378191047258167?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-42201954522755684872007-10-18T10:55:00.000-07:002007-10-18T11:00:13.538-07:00Publicado por <span style="font-weight: bold;">Manuel</span> en <a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iguales en las Tres Mil</span></a>. Todo un compendio de microrrelatos que hacen pensar.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=16397290">El muro toma la palabra</a><br /><embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=16397290&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"></embed><br /><a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;videoid=16397290&amp;title=El muro toma la palabra">Añadir a mi perfil</a> | <a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home">Más Videos</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-4220195452275568487?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-15982498338811926372007-10-06T03:12:00.000-07:002007-10-12T00:46:15.239-07:00Las manda <a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Manuel</span></a>. Coherente versión gitana del mito egipcio. Si te gusta la vida que llevas, para qué cambiar. ¿Hace un whiskyto?.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rwdgmqe-YBI/AAAAAAAABFk/Ucp_ACJH584/s1600-h/entierro+gitano+1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rwdgmqe-YBI/AAAAAAAABFk/Ucp_ACJH584/s320/entierro+gitano+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118165718885359634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rwdgm6e-YCI/AAAAAAAABFs/s-jeL634pJs/s1600-h/entierro+gitano2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rwdgm6e-YCI/AAAAAAAABFs/s-jeL634pJs/s320/entierro+gitano2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118165723180326946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RwdgnKe-YDI/AAAAAAAABF0/cQ1kE4wB1FA/s1600-h/entierro+gitano+3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RwdgnKe-YDI/AAAAAAAABF0/cQ1kE4wB1FA/s320/entierro+gitano+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118165727475294258" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li><p>Un entierro digno de una "faraona" como Lola Flores. ¡Dios Santo lo que tiene que pesar la lápida!.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span><a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">manuel</a></p></li><li>¿A esto se refería la ministra con los pisos de 30 metros cuadrados?. <a href="profile/05590181154551930505" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">AlSax</a></li></ul><dl id="comments-block"><dd><p> </p><br /></dd></dl><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RwdgnKe-YDI/AAAAAAAABF0/cQ1kE4wB1FA/s1600-h/entierro+gitano+3.JPG">x</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1598249833881192637?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-6602822818874357312007-09-17T13:16:00.001-07:002007-10-12T01:22:56.159-07:00El grito de la especie: todos miran. Y, además, "no está a tomar por culo".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Ru7g1_-ooiI/AAAAAAAABC8/hRVWiD8QvX4/s1600-h/imagen294rr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Ru7g1_-ooiI/AAAAAAAABC8/hRVWiD8QvX4/s400/imagen294rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111269845423923746" border="0" /></a><ul><li><p>Breviiísimo: "Seas tio o tia, NO importa. Lo acabas de encontar...por 187 € ¿JODER, con camas de 1.5 ? ¡¡No jodas, por Dios !!.<a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> manuel</a></p></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-660282281887435731?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-45292463061145824862007-09-05T13:54:00.001-07:002007-09-17T13:16:05.731-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rt8X1cRq3yI/AAAAAAAABBE/pMkLsn2mmoU/s1600-h/julio+2007+%2855%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rt8X1cRq3yI/AAAAAAAABBE/pMkLsn2mmoU/s400/julio+2007+%2855%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106826709352242978" border="0" /></a>¿Se puede pedir más? . Julio 2007 en Zaragoza .<ul><li>Uf, eso es más de lo que se le pide a un Presidente de Gobierno. ¿Nos estarán "cuidando" bien?<a href="http://planetamundo.wordpress.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow"> . da-beat</a></li></ul><ul><li>¡Qué bebés más exigentes los de hoy!<a href="http://elblogdejuanjo.wordpress.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">. Juanjo</a></li></ul><ul><li>Sí, que le gusten los niños. <a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow">manuel</a></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-4529246306114582486?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-66727745078240698252007-08-06T09:03:00.001-07:002007-09-05T12:56:01.817-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Contextos casuales. Proximidad de Vialia. Salamanca<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">+<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RrdGZA7RaVI/AAAAAAAABAE/vEJyo4PLcJ0/s1600-h/Proyectorr.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RrdGZA7RaVI/AAAAAAAABAE/vEJyo4PLcJ0/s400/Proyectorr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095618898952284498" border="0" /> </a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>La del medio podría llamarse "No es una manzana (mordida)". <a href="http://nosolomates.wordpress.com/">da-beat</a>.</li></ul><ul><li> El coche "adelgazado" ¿tiene alguna relación subliminal con el título del post?. <a href="http://nosolomates.wordpress.com/">da-beat</a>.</li></ul></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-6672774507824069825?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-84145799908532231332007-07-26T00:31:00.000-07:002007-09-05T12:57:45.762-07:00Cercanías del monasterio de Eberbach, Alemania. Me la imagino en las calles de mi ciudad y surgen con rapidez curiosos relatos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RpHkfPFi4CI/AAAAAAAAA5c/15nlaadqteM/s1600-h/P7260089ret.red2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RpHkfPFi4CI/AAAAAAAAA5c/15nlaadqteM/s400/P7260089ret.red2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085096679554867234" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li> <p> Precaución.No besar a las ranas.Peligro de principes encantados. <a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">Manuel</a> </p></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-8414579990853223133?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-53602113320892241572007-07-09T00:25:00.001-07:002007-09-05T13:02:21.350-07:00Chamán en una calle del barrio Garrido de Salamanca. Siento el retraso, pues la oferta era para el mes de mayo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RpHjN_Fi4BI/AAAAAAAAA5U/SAjcKsqEBSs/s1600-h/P5110238.ret.red.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RpHjN_Fi4BI/AAAAAAAAA5U/SAjcKsqEBSs/s400/P5110238.ret.red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085095283690496018" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>Le "impondría" sus manos con dos pulseras de metal unidas por argollas sanadoras. <a href="http://elblogdejuanjo.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">Juanjo</a> 9.7.07</li></ul><ul><li>Gratis este mes. El mes que viene te lo quito todo, todo, hasta los billetes (sobre todo eso). Contrato mínimo: Un Año.<a href="http://planetamundo.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"> da-beat.</a></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-5360211332089224157?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-58834545359282440142007-06-28T15:00:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:06:09.693-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RoQwdvFi34I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/QhlD_SPIYYU/s1600-h/2%C2%AAJunio07+%285%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RoQwdvFi34I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/QhlD_SPIYYU/s400/2%C2%AAJunio07+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081239566994825090" border="0" /></a>Necesitaría muchas palabras para expresar lo que me sugiere.<br /><dl id="comments-block"><dt id="c5551300617720221764"> <br /></dt><dd><ul><li> Soy lo que como. <a href="http://planetamundo.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">da-beat</a>. 9.7.07 </li></ul> <span class="item-control"> <a style="border: medium none ;" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=5784968363851719876&postID=5551300617720221764" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width="750" title="Suprimir comentario"> <br /> </a> </span> </dd><dd> <ul><li> Aliméntenme. Existo y tengo el estómago vacío. ¡¡Utilicen la papelera !!.<a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"> Manuel</a></li></ul><p> </p></dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-5883454535928244014?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-27265790058678389042007-06-24T01:01:00.001-07:002007-09-05T13:08:26.867-07:00No es fácil mirar en otra dirección diferente a la del sentido común dominante.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rn4lR1odvZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/bAK3m9h5EJg/s1600-h/2%C2%AAJunio07+%287%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rn4lR1odvZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/bAK3m9h5EJg/s400/2%C2%AAJunio07+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079538418105302418" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>No es fácil, pero a veces se consigue.<a href="profile/14735161269380684259" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"> Olalla.</a><p> </p></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-2726579005867838904?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-82940480700130467712007-06-16T09:56:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:29:16.716-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RnQYc1odvXI/AAAAAAAAA34/gD_h46qxFgM/s1600-h/P3020002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RnQYc1odvXI/AAAAAAAAA34/gD_h46qxFgM/s400/P3020002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076709563665595762" border="0" /></a>Sabemos cómo quiere vender el dueño el local.¿Para qué más palabras?<br /><br /><ul><li>Microespacios en los microrrelatos, el minimalismo avanza. ¿O lo microscópico?<a href="http://igualdad3000.blogpspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">. Juanjo.</a></li></ul><ul><li>Vaya, yo lo quería "irracionalomultiplicado". Sigo buscando. <a href="http://nosolomates.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">da-beat. </a>9.7.07</li></ul> <span class="item-control"> <a style="border: medium none ;" href="https://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=5784968363851719876&postID=7560797159668867744" onclick="'window.open(this.href," height="370,width="750" title="Suprimir comentario"> </a></span><ul><li>Pues yo andaba buscando un "cuarto y mitad" adosado (a otro "cuarto y mitad")<a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">. Manuel</a><p> </p><br /></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-8294048070013046771?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-55442548162069931362007-06-10T10:34:00.001-07:002007-09-05T13:31:42.784-07:00Patata es un artista inquietante de los muros salmantinos. ¿Cuál es su teoría?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rmw25VodvSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wdB7sVu9rig/s1600-h/Salamanca24marzo07+%2865%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rmw25VodvSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wdB7sVu9rig/s400/Salamanca24marzo07+%2865%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074491238827015458" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>La bidimensionalidad de la patata en la imagen le hace perder sabor y ganar ojos. <a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">Juanjo.</a> 11.6.07</li></ul><ul><li>Pura supervivencia: tener la sartén por el mango porque si cae dentro, está frita. <a href="http://igualada3000.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">Manuel</a>. 22.8.07 </li></ul><a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="10"><span>Publicar entrada</span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-5544254816206993136?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-36952706178310003902007-06-09T09:09:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:32:42.454-07:00Nuestra forma de <span style="font-style: italic;">mostrarnos</span> en el mundo expresa una teoría. Blas dixit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmrRNlodvRI/AAAAAAAAA3I/z8u4V2THgrM/s1600-h/P4170217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmrRNlodvRI/AAAAAAAAA3I/z8u4V2THgrM/s400/P4170217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074097961556622610" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>Y esa teoría que expresamos se fundamenta en la forma en que el mundo se nos <i>muestra</i> a nosotros. Da beat-xit. <a href="http://planetamundo.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">da-beat</a></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-3695270617831000390?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-17522765555872958892007-06-09T08:57:00.001-07:002007-09-05T13:33:27.591-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Teoría</span>: del griego <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">zeoria</span>, de <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">zeoreo</span>: observar, examinar, contemplar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmrONFodvQI/AAAAAAAAA3A/JaESNMZPLSY/s1600-h/P4170215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmrONFodvQI/AAAAAAAAA3A/JaESNMZPLSY/s400/P4170215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074094654431804674" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>Ateniéndome a la definición, tengo teorías de muchos tipos. Casi una para cada situación. Mi Teoría General no pega en este blog. Da-beat</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1752276555587295889?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-42658372213810110032007-06-08T15:57:00.001-07:002007-09-05T13:35:35.173-07:00¿En qué andaría pensando el dueño del escaparate?. Quiero pensar que en un poema.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rmne5VodvPI/AAAAAAAAA24/fA7i8k2tVNY/s1600-h/P1010031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rmne5VodvPI/AAAAAAAAA24/fA7i8k2tVNY/s400/P1010031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073831531850349810" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>El detalle de los MORTeros es genial. Quizá yo cambiaría el reloj por un cronómetro. Humor negro. <a href="http://planetamundo.wordpress.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">da-beat</a>. 9.6.07</li></ul><ul><li>A Dios rogando y con el "mazo" dando y eso que era "majo". Carpe Diem. <a href="http://igualdad3000.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">Manuel</a>. 22.8.07</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-4265837221381011003?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-65740432365481313012007-06-03T11:13:00.000-07:002007-09-05T13:37:29.495-07:00Y quiero que todo el mundo lo sepa. Eusebio, choricero de La Alberca. Salamanca.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmMFQRMIjQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/WOlRj9Zgulk/s1600-h/P6020222brrrr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmMFQRMIjQI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/WOlRj9Zgulk/s400/P6020222brrrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071903382399651074" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>ja,jajajaja.Muy bueno, a veces somos la leche.<a href="profile/14735161269380684259" rel="nofollow" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;"> Olalla.</a> 22.7.07 </li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-6574043236548131301?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-14340887593660760712007-06-01T10:42:00.001-07:002007-06-01T10:58:44.046-07:00En la sociedad de cons<span style="font-weight: bold;">umo</span>, los escaparates muestran el brillo de las marcas, señales de humo de mundos imaginarios.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmBa4xMIjPI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tTNQcKxjdFk/s1600-h/P3020003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RmBa4xMIjPI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/tTNQcKxjdFk/s400/P3020003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071153111742582002" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1434088759366076071?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-60387339227587764952007-05-21T10:42:00.000-07:002007-05-21T10:48:35.652-07:00El constructor sueña con árboles transformados en grúas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RlHbPxMIjCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6po0LKdyjcM/s1600-h/Salida+20abrio07CamEl+%2817%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RlHbPxMIjCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6po0LKdyjcM/s400/Salida+20abrio07CamEl+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067072119717268514" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-6038733922758776495?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-33493567780435925662007-05-20T03:55:00.000-07:002007-05-20T04:10:22.446-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RlAraRMIjAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/OsHH1F0P4Gk/s1600-h/22+y+23+abril07+(12).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RlAraRMIjAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/OsHH1F0P4Gk/s400/22+y+23+abril07+(12).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066597311082695682" /></a><br /><br />...y su destrucción, sin otro "argumento" que el del mercado y la especulación, la crónica de un atentado a su memoria.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-3349356778043592566?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-15693726488208413132007-05-16T03:13:00.000-07:002007-05-16T03:18:22.490-07:00Se busca gatita a costa de perder vergüenza: paga la Universidad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkrZXxMIi9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/LicdRKF7TZA/s1600-h/21abril07.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkrZXxMIi9I/AAAAAAAAAyA/LicdRKF7TZA/s400/21abril07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065099733295991762" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1569372648820841313?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-63971136237090996192007-05-15T03:20:00.000-07:002007-05-16T03:29:32.371-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkrcUxMIi_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hGhCrYY4j7U/s1600-h/25abril07EDIT+%286%29b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkrcUxMIi_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hGhCrYY4j7U/s400/25abril07EDIT+%286%29b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065102980291267570" border="0" /></a>La búsqueda del autocontrol en el descontrol de la selva.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-6397113623709099619?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-54711280682533701292007-05-11T03:52:00.000-07:002007-05-11T04:08:24.545-07:00Cada contexto genera sus eufemismos. Llamarlos "estudios" no tenía sentido allí, en Santa María del Campo. Burgos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkRLdqbeGnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ysQaHu-vQOM/s1600-h/Carnavales2007+%2815%29rr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkRLdqbeGnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ysQaHu-vQOM/s400/Carnavales2007+%2815%29rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063254854049077874" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-5471128068253370129?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-17912601574410875212007-05-10T14:00:00.000-07:002007-05-09T14:11:50.812-07:00La imaginación da alas al que quiere remontar la vulgaridad geométrica de la ciudad.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkI3ZKbeGjI/AAAAAAAAAto/F06qkBiUF3M/s1600-h/11+abril07+%2818%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkI3ZKbeGjI/AAAAAAAAAto/F06qkBiUF3M/s400/11+abril07+%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062669836553689650" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1791260157441087521?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-21326559569622132112007-05-09T00:11:00.000-07:002007-05-09T00:19:53.208-07:00Significarse, salir de la anomia y recuperar presencia en la selva de cemento y metal.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkF0VabeGcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/p5JkdDPJhNA/s1600-h/11+abril07+%2817%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkF0VabeGcI/AAAAAAAAAsw/p5JkdDPJhNA/s400/11+abril07+%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062455367361763778" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-2132655956962213211?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-4561371981914676112007-05-08T12:30:00.000-07:002007-05-09T00:04:46.849-07:00La percepción organiza el caos sensorial. La mirada creadora del hombre desvela lo invisible.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkDQ4abeGbI/AAAAAAAAAso/yKW105Aynq0/s1600-h/maerzo.07+%2810%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkDQ4abeGbI/AAAAAAAAAso/yKW105Aynq0/s400/maerzo.07+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062275648750229938" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-456137198191467611?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-26702441672788941612007-05-07T12:22:00.000-07:002007-05-18T10:12:21.840-07:00¿Se buscó el contexto? ¿No hay una profunda contradicción?, ¿O más bien es una invitación a salir del túnel?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkDO1qbeGaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VqxeOgbVVOQ/s1600-h/Salamanca24marzo07b+%2850%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RkDO1qbeGaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/VqxeOgbVVOQ/s400/Salamanca24marzo07b+%2850%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062273402482334114" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-2670244167278894161?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-9989432545175880062007-05-04T01:05:00.000-07:002007-05-04T01:08:32.772-07:00Va en la naturaleza de los mamíferos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjrpsabeGXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9Z2svYi8ngQ/s1600-h/27+marzo.07+%2853%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjrpsabeGXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/9Z2svYi8ngQ/s400/27+marzo.07+%2853%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060614080522230130" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-998943254517588006?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-81858205736061593392007-05-03T02:18:00.000-07:002007-05-09T00:08:35.932-07:00El duende que nos tira de las orejas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjmqF6beGUI/AAAAAAAAArw/SF18fOdl6vQ/s1600-h/maerzo.07+%284%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjmqF6beGUI/AAAAAAAAArw/SF18fOdl6vQ/s400/maerzo.07+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060262674888005954" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-8185820573606159339?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-12521409274930959122007-05-02T03:28:00.000-07:002007-05-09T00:09:32.154-07:00Una tribu marca su territorio. El medio es el mensaje.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOQbMgOUO_I"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sOQbMgOUO_I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-1252140927493095912?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-57346022242511802362007-05-01T01:32:00.000-07:002007-05-09T00:09:09.404-07:00Aunque no digamos, siempre nos decimos. ¿Qué es, si no, un blog, este blog?<br /><br /><a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"><span></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rjb7mqbeGRI/AAAAAAAAArY/pKjXVH4f3y8/s1600-h/SemanaSanta+Pa%C3%ADsVasco2007+%28190%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/Rjb7mqbeGRI/AAAAAAAAArY/pKjXVH4f3y8/s400/SemanaSanta+Pa%C3%ADsVasco2007+%28190%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059507873040439570" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-5734602224251180236?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-55269769466961913492007-04-30T02:08:00.000-07:002007-05-09T00:10:01.052-07:00Muchas veces, aunque sepamos hablar, tenemos poco que decir. Son los murmullos de la selva.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjRg0qbeGQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/HPETboVRTU0/s1600-h/27+marzo.07+%2837%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjRg0qbeGQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/HPETboVRTU0/s400/27+marzo.07+%2837%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058774739302881538" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-5526976946696191349?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-982656136286671342007-04-29T01:33:00.000-07:002007-05-09T14:23:12.395-07:00Ayer con la boca, hoy con el spray, el rotulador o la brocha. El caso es decir, decirnos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjReQKbeGPI/AAAAAAAAArI/tG1piNd_Poo/s1600-h/17+abril07+%2845%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjReQKbeGPI/AAAAAAAAArI/tG1piNd_Poo/s400/17+abril07+%2845%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058771913214400754" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-98265613628667134?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5784968363851719876.post-89408931251769102202007-04-28T11:59:00.000-07:002007-06-09T09:22:04.053-07:00Existir es comunicar. Utilizamos todos los medios para decir, gritar, protestar, maldecir, invocar, narrar. Sus huellas son nuestros relatos.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjOZxabeGOI/AAAAAAAAArA/ElP7kZiHif4/s1600-h/SemanaSanta2007Brr+%2826%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LIaNF6kg4ys/RjOZxabeGOI/AAAAAAAAArA/ElP7kZiHif4/s400/SemanaSanta2007Brr+%2826%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058555880654379234" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5784968363851719876-8940893125176910220?l=microrrelatosurbanos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ángel Encinas Carazohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06424230165772178901noreply@blogger.com1