tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354638892011-04-21T19:11:16.071-07:00juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1163887981852778062006-11-18T14:09:00.000-08:002006-11-18T14:13:01.856-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/blogs3.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/blogs3.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/blogs2.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/blogs2.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116388798185277806?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1163107882672510362006-11-09T13:26:00.000-08:002006-11-09T13:31:22.673-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/milv3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/milv3.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116310788267251036?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1163107521896055932006-11-09T13:21:00.000-08:002006-11-09T13:25:21.903-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/000_2016.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/000_2016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/000_1933.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/000_1933.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116310752189605593?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1163106554371581862006-11-09T12:53:00.000-08:002006-11-09T13:09:14.383-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/paracatalogo15.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/paracatalogo15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/paracatalogo%20029.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/paracatalogo%20029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/paracatalogo19.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/paracatalogo19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Te amo</strong></span><br /><br />Digo "te amo" y no se lo digo a nadie sino al que quiera escuchar. "Te amo" es pura energía vital desbordante, inasible. Parecida a la eternidad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116310655437158186?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1163104975678276112006-11-09T12:41:00.000-08:002006-11-09T12:42:55.680-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/imagen5.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/imagen5.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116310497567827611?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1163104825819474632006-11-09T12:27:00.000-08:002006-11-09T12:40:25.826-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/Imagen%20Camara%20023.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/Imagen%20Camara%20023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/paracatalogo%20018.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/paracatalogo%20018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/poetas.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/poetas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/catalogo20.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/catalogo20.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/paracatalogo%20017.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/paracatalogo%20017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Un mundo gris</strong></span><br /><br />Pienso en la felicidad como estado de plenitud y luz. Ahora el tiempo es hostil, frío y eso represento. Mañana será de otro color: gris. No habrá blancos ni negros. Pensemos en la armonía del gris sin temer, puede sonar decadente y triste a los acostumbrados a extremos. En cambio gris es: universo y unidad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116310482581947463?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1162942112309946742006-11-07T15:17:00.000-08:002006-11-07T15:28:32.316-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/imagen7.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/imagen7.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mil veces he dicho mi nombre y no lo recuerdo. Dibujé mil veces, pinté mil veces, escribí mil veces, dije "te amo" mil veces. ¿Cuántas veces más pintaré antes de partir? Es inútil saberlo, pero creo inventar infinitas variable para cada una de mis muertes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116294211230994674?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1162941038458619092006-11-07T14:41:00.000-08:002006-11-07T15:10:38.470-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/septiembre2006%20040.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/septiembre2006%20040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/septiembre2006%20009.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/septiembre2006%20009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/septiembre2006%20017.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/septiembre2006%20017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/septiembre2006%20010.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/septiembre2006%20010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Libertades</strong> </span><br /><br />Pienso la razón de la censura y la única palabra posible es "preservar". Para poder manipular la energía vital: nacimiento, desarrollo y muerte, fuerza infinita de riqueza, más que usina, más que petróleo. Liberar este recurso es peligroso... Los poetas comprendemos el riesgo volcando sobre pensamientos vitales la energía creativa del amor como propuesta de rebelión.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116294103845861909?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35463889.post-1162846321363846352006-11-06T12:32:00.000-08:002006-11-06T12:52:01.373-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/abril2006%20018.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="306" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/abril2006%20018.jpg" width="229" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/000_1831.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/000_1831.0.jpg" width="282" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/catalogo16.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/catalogo16.jpg" width="282" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/catalogo10.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/catalogo10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/1600/catalogo15.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" height="335" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6234/3946/320/catalogo15.jpg" width="269" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span ></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span >Utopia y polvo</span></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><div align="left">Hacer dibujos... ¿que queda y que se desvanece? ¿Qué sentido tiene pasarse horas dibujando? Ninguno. Entonces imagino un mundo donde nos entendemos y somos felices. Lo pinto... Después lloro, nadie me frena y pienso: "es todo gris", miro hacia arriba y escucho una voz que sana. Ahora mis ojos se llenan de luz y vuelvo a nacer. Nado en un mar de polvo, la utopía en la punta de mi lápiz traza la silueta de un hombre sin manos ni pies, es pura alma sin eficiencia.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35463889-116284632136384635?l=juanmartinjuares.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>juanjuareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05327718376420810543noreply@blogger.com0