<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213</id><updated>2011-12-25T02:31:55.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yotro</title><subtitle type='html'>Sedikit bahasa Indonesia, un poquito del español &amp;amp; English</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5085106878955176513</id><published>2011-04-10T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:41:38.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grup baru</title><summary type='text'>Tertarik pada bahasa Indonesia? Tinggal di Sydney? Jadi, ada grup bari bernama Bahasa Indonesia Sydney.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5085106878955176513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5085106878955176513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5085106878955176513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5085106878955176513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2011/04/grup-baru.html' title='Grup baru'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aSvmXzZWiUE/TaIyFSRa-yI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-q9XzFil8OI/s72-c/bahasa%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-6417227141760901846</id><published>2010-11-20T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:12:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ini keluarga saya. Saya kurang pasti bagaimana untuk menggambarkan teman kami. Koala beruang kecil, menurut kamusnya. Tetapi koala ini tidak kecil. Apa saya menulis beruang kecil yang besar? Mungkin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/6417227141760901846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=6417227141760901846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6417227141760901846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6417227141760901846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2010/11/ini-keluarga-saya.html' title=''/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/TOg8-14hPMI/AAAAAAAAACo/B9H3T0GmXUw/s72-c/Keluarga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-2213044376457598519</id><published>2010-07-20T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T05:05:39.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya ingat</title><summary type='text'>Saya ingat, saya ingat. Saya tidak bisa lupa. Saya ada mimpi.Dadang Christanto berkata ini, lalu memulai pameranya Mereka memberikan fakta-fakta.Pameran itu berada di Art Gallery of NSW dan terdiri dari enam belas patung.Mereka orang-orang universil yang memberikan keterangan dukacita dan penderitaan.Christanto lahir di Tegal, Jawa Pusat.Keturunya dia Cina.Dia berumur delapan tahun ketika </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/2213044376457598519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=2213044376457598519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2213044376457598519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2213044376457598519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2010/07/saya-ingat.html' title='Saya ingat'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/TEbevxRtsOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zq5LyrrQg70/s72-c/Christanto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-6291085080426155615</id><published>2010-07-11T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:02:35.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Rachel</title><summary type='text'>Selamat datang di dunia baru, Rachel. Kamu sudah lahir pada 30 Juni di Randwick, Sydney. Kamu cantik dan cukup pandai, menurut saya.Kamu tidak begitu suka tidur. Jadi, kami cape tetapi sangat senang. Kami memyani untukmu dan berbicara dengan kamu. Saya harus memilih kata-kata yang benar.Mungkin ada sebuah rahasia.Tin miners of Malaya traditionally used a 'secret language', a special form of Malay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/6291085080426155615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=6291085080426155615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6291085080426155615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6291085080426155615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2010/07/selamat-datang-di-dunia-baru-rachel.html' title='Selamat Rachel'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/TDuV4xlm4nI/AAAAAAAAACA/CLVxZJhNrCI/s72-c/Heidi,+Rachel+%26+Rory.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-1433389256808536980</id><published>2010-06-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:38:29.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ke sekolah</title><summary type='text'>Saya tidak lupa bahasa Spanyol tetapi sedang belajar bahasa Indonesia. Bagaimana pun juga, bahasa Indonesia mempunyai kata-kata Spanyol. Misalnya sepatu (zapatos) dan Minggu (domingo).Tentang foto ini: putra saya, namanya Rory, baru saja mau masuk sekolah. Berumur tiga tahun.Saya baru saja mulai belajar. Di sini, saya mencoba untuk menulis tentang kehidupan saya.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/1433389256808536980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=1433389256808536980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1433389256808536980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1433389256808536980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2010/06/saya-tidak-lupa-bahasa-spanyol-tetapi.html' title='Ke sekolah'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/TBxaAKdwskI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Io6yn1SB0so/s72-c/ke+sekolah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-2172855760941162730</id><published>2009-06-26T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:40:38.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ir de compras</title><summary type='text'>Simplemente, por alegría.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/2172855760941162730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=2172855760941162730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2172855760941162730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2172855760941162730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/06/ir-de-compras.html' title='Ir de compras'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/SkTPzR8hi7I/AAAAAAAAABs/n66170sdUlM/s72-c/rory.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-1611903750466364396</id><published>2009-06-25T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:35:55.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo misterioso</title><summary type='text'>No sé por qué, pero me parecía que la reina me sonrió. Los reyes españoles fueron en Sydney para inaugurar el nuevo Instituto Cervantes. Al salir, Juan Carlos estaba charlando con unos españoles en la calle y de repente me sonrió Sofía. No creo que ya nos hayamos conocido. Quizás sea que me parezco un poquito al actor frances Daniel Auteuil (por lo menos, eso me dice algunas personas, después de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/1611903750466364396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=1611903750466364396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1611903750466364396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1611903750466364396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/06/misterioso.html' title='Lo misterioso'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/SkRW-lgZSjI/AAAAAAAAABk/0wZQtNBdwZc/s72-c/lareina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-1116526640990652085</id><published>2009-06-19T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:01:11.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasmas del pasado</title><summary type='text'>En todas partes de Argentina se nota los autobuses de Sarmiento y aquí en el delta cerca de Tigre, ví su casa, protegida por una caja de vidrio y acero. De Sarmiento, sabía poco, que fue un personaje muy importante en la historia de la nación, autor de Facundo, un líder del partido que luchó por una política liberal y centralista.Al volver a Tigre, le mencioné Sarmiento al dueño de nuestro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/1116526640990652085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=1116526640990652085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1116526640990652085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1116526640990652085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantasmas-del-pasado.html' title='Fantasmas del pasado'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kUrCQcKUqRA/SjwdyP1XE7I/AAAAAAAAABc/0JHeWuVkfwE/s72-c/sarmiento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5123830537484149761</id><published>2009-06-10T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T04:13:45.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La suerte</title><summary type='text'>El peine del vientoRory cumplió dos años de edad. Estábamos por la costa en Coogee, el pueblo de Sydney en que crecí. En marzo, estuvimos en Buenos Aires y celebramos el cuarto cumpleaños de Heidi.En menos de dos años tendré 50 años de edad. Me pregunto dónde estaremos entonces.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5123830537484149761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5123830537484149761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5123830537484149761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5123830537484149761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/06/r0013076jpg.html' title='La suerte'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3320/3612972399_9292f7c19d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8566155055660294762</id><published>2009-05-22T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:52:29.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que trata de lo macanudo</title><summary type='text'>La sombra de historia, CórdobaMe hace pensar en mi viejo y en las palabras con sabor de Argentina. Me refiero a la película La Ventana, que trata de la muerte y la relación --- ¿qué ha sido desdicha? --- entre padre e hijo. Volviendo a la cama de su padre, que está agonizando, el hijo le llama simplemente viejo. En inglés, y a veces en España, la palabra puede tener un matiz irrespetuoso. En </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8566155055660294762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8566155055660294762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8566155055660294762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8566155055660294762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/05/r0012328jpg.html' title='Que trata de lo macanudo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3555644056_22f7fa8f61_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8412156072615155051</id><published>2009-05-12T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:52:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las flores del imperialismo</title><summary type='text'>En Los Hornillos, TraslasierraTenía que comprar sandalías, porque hacía mucho calor hasta en marzo en Traslasierra. Me fuí a Mina Clavero y encontré una tienda pequeña que vendía zapatos. El dueño me mostró algo que se llama a thong en Australia. Bueno, en Argentina se llaman ojotas, siendo una palabra india, según dijo el dueño.Entonces me preguntó de dónde era yo.De Australia.¿Sería miembro del</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8412156072615155051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8412156072615155051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8412156072615155051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8412156072615155051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/05/r0012286jpg.html' title='Las flores del imperialismo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/3527911272_c0d8806e0c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5520470717559574001</id><published>2009-05-10T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:51:22.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Tengo monos en la cara?</title><summary type='text'>Rory en Palermo, BsAsEn la infancia yo ejercí con fervor la adoración del tigre, escribe Borges. Bueno, visitamos el mismo jardín zoológico y nos enamoramos de un mono virtual.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5520470717559574001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5520470717559574001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5520470717559574001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5520470717559574001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/05/r0012045jpg.html' title='¿Tengo monos en la cara?'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3546/3517698273_6799848992_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-3217285944883919256</id><published>2009-05-08T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:08:46.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo sobre tu padre</title><summary type='text'>Arte callejero de BsAsSe trata de lo primero que me llamó la atención en Buenos Aires. Estaba en el barrio de Belgrano. Un chico se paró en la esquina. Se montaba en bici. De golpe, esgrimió un puro bastante grande. Lo escendió. Él, la bici y el puro se marcharon.¿Qué significó lo que vi?A la vuelta de la esquina, estaba las oficinas de la Asociación Psicoanalítica de Buenos Aires. Este edificio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/3217285944883919256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=3217285944883919256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3217285944883919256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3217285944883919256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/05/hairjpg.html' title='Todo sobre tu padre'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3544/3512774866_116066b01c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8029229675609652649</id><published>2009-05-05T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:16:14.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En La Argentina</title><summary type='text'>Al llegar a BsAsMe mataste, La Argentina. ¿Cómo puedo contar la historia de nuestro viaje?  Bueno, llegamos al aeropuerto de Buenos AIres con el hijo en los pijamas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8029229675609652649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8029229675609652649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8029229675609652649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8029229675609652649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/05/al-llegar-bsas.html' title='En La Argentina'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3563/3504482200_9d69062f7c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-6691071454179692382</id><published>2009-01-05T03:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T04:03:14.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Café de los maestros</title><summary type='text'>Menú del díaPor azar, encontré hace bastante tiempo un disco titulado Ronroco. No sabía nada sobre el músico Gustavo Santaolalla. La cubierta del CD mostraba una escena callejera de noche con faroles, que me atrajo por razones desconocidas. De golpe su disco se convirtió en favorito mío.Luego reconocería la música encantadora de Santaolalla en las películas --- por ejemplo, en Babel.Bueno, el mes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/6691071454179692382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=6691071454179692382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6691071454179692382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6691071454179692382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2009/01/caf-de-los-maestros.html' title='Café de los maestros'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/3170459212_50b7f0bec8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-6512741220091971306</id><published>2008-12-06T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:43:30.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A propósito de Snr Macana</title><summary type='text'>¡Cuidado, hay libros!He estado un blogista desterrado. Es decir, no he estado aquí en el terreno web de Yotro sino en el otro mundo de la vida cotidiana.Bueno, estoy a punto de hacer otra mudanza.A fines del febrero llegamos a Buenos Aires --- yo (Yotro), la mujer (ella misma), la hija de hadas (pues, tiene tres años de edad), hasta el chico de 18 meses.¡Qué aventura! Tengo que preparme. Claro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/6512741220091971306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=6512741220091971306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6512741220091971306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6512741220091971306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/12/librodemuertejpg.html' title='A propósito de Snr Macana'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/3087828847_95a49b852f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-103421222701016458</id><published>2008-08-11T03:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:15:22.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La españolada</title><summary type='text'>Una imágen andaluza (en Extremadura)Me encanta la españolada. Mejor dicho, me intriga el concepto. Significa lo que exagera o falsea el carácter español, segun dice mi diccionario.Acabo de leer el famoso cuento de Borges, en que Pierre Menard es un escritor frances y a la vez el autor de Quijote:"... el fragmentario Quijote de Menard es más sutil que el de Cervantes. Éste, de un modo burdo, opone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/103421222701016458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=103421222701016458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/103421222701016458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/103421222701016458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/08/spain3-023.html' title='La españolada'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/62365439_e6237d36a9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5395870673468656041</id><published>2008-07-03T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:27:43.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasmas</title><summary type='text'>El pacto del olvido. Las fachas, los casposos y los soplones. La desmemoria histórica. Los secretos a voces. Las dos Españas. El Cuñadísimo. La retranca. Bueno, he estado aumentando mi vocabulario, gracias al libro Ghosts of Spain por Giles Tremlett. Sí, está escrito en inglés aunque el texto se intercalan con unas palabras y frases españolas que también están traducidas al inglés.Lo que no está </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5395870673468656041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5395870673468656041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5395870673468656041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5395870673468656041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/07/fantasmas.html' title='Fantasmas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2634022164_7e48122b52_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8014405823642787529</id><published>2008-05-29T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T04:44:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En bici</title><summary type='text'>En biciAntes de la tormenta. El océano Pácifico era tranquilo, pues, pacífico. Los hijos iban en su chiquita bicicleta en tándem por la playa de Coogee. En el horizonte eran todos los colores de ira y alegría. Antes de estallar la tormenta.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8014405823642787529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8014405823642787529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8014405823642787529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8014405823642787529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/05/en-bici.html' title='En bici'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/2533802138_280c9c7251_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-7671405910478046174</id><published>2008-05-13T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T06:32:12.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rory</title><summary type='text'>RoryDicen que no exista existe la máquina del movimiento perpetual. Mentiran Mienten.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/7671405910478046174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=7671405910478046174' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/7671405910478046174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/7671405910478046174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/05/rory.html' title='Rory'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2110/2490101097_3ba36fe8ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-6232758516152945000</id><published>2008-04-25T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:29:29.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Centro Sydney</title><summary type='text'>Que trata del primer Instituto Cervantes en Australia:FROM his Sydney headquarters Isidoro Castellanos, director of Australia's first Cervantes Institute, can see his past.Across the road is the University of Sydney, where Castellanos set off 20 years ago on a virtual tour of the bush with colonial poets such as Charles Harpur (1813-68).Back in Madrid a couple of years ago, Castellanos felt an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/6232758516152945000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=6232758516152945000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6232758516152945000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6232758516152945000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/04/que-trata-del-primer-instituto.html' title='Centro Sydney'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5359694700499722695</id><published>2008-02-26T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T04:33:12.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mataratas</title><summary type='text'>     Frodo y la rata       Hace un rato, llegó una rata. El viernes pasado apareció en la puerta nuestra vecina muy nerviosa. Estaba una rata en su cocina. Fui en búsqueda, armado con una escoba. No pude encontrar ni una huella.El domingo nos visitaron una familia muy amable, que cuenta con un perro, Frodo, de raza Jack Russell. Viven en una granja al oeste de la ciudad de Sydney.Frodo no hizo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5359694700499722695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5359694700499722695' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5359694700499722695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5359694700499722695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/02/mataratas.html' title='Mataratas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2148/2293824902_5ce7c977fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-2878292668481136692</id><published>2008-01-11T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T04:12:21.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gritando</title><summary type='text'>En ese momento no estaba pensando en él. Bueno, por lo menos, no creía que estuviera pensando en él. Entonces leí este poema de Machado:Anoche soñe que oíaa Dios, gritándome: ¡Alerta!Luego era Dios quien dormía,y yo gritaba: ¡Despierta!De repente, no pude creer que estaba muerto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/2878292668481136692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=2878292668481136692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2878292668481136692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2878292668481136692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/01/en-ese-momento-no-estaba-pensando-en-l.html' title='Gritando'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-24891694793252885</id><published>2008-01-10T19:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:54:49.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikilengua</title><summary type='text'>Esto me ayudará mucho, sin ninguna duda.Más aquí.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/24891694793252885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=24891694793252885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/24891694793252885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/24891694793252885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2008/01/wikilengua.html' title='Wikilengua'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5858489822253717875</id><published>2007-12-31T02:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T02:58:05.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El sol</title><summary type='text'>     Se pone el sol    Ya era tarde. Había pasado la hora de acostarse para una niña como Heidi, que tiene dos años de edad. Estábamos andando hacia la casa cuando de repente me dijó algo.Heidi: ¡Cállate!, papi.Yotro: ¿Por qué?Heidi: Porque está durmiendo el sol.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5858489822253717875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5858489822253717875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5858489822253717875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5858489822253717875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/12/elsol.html' title='El sol'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2170/2150946565_3657b77c1c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-6745341672691969143</id><published>2007-11-23T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:53:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El baile</title><summary type='text'>         Entre la cuna y la fosa. El baile.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/6745341672691969143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=6745341672691969143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6745341672691969143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/6745341672691969143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/11/el-baile.html' title='El baile'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2057592913_22a0773d92_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-5294135343329796935</id><published>2007-11-04T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T03:45:43.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso</title><summary type='text'>     Jardinero    El paraíso es un jardín, según dicen. Bueno, no soy amante de la jardinería sino amante del concepto de convertirme en jardinero. Aquí acabo de dejar la azada para levantar los hijos. Me parece preciosa la luz de primavera que se mete en la cocina por la tarde.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/5294135343329796935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=5294135343329796935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5294135343329796935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/5294135343329796935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/11/jardinero.html' title='Paraiso'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/1854296747_2c7c20f01e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8475689056171098400</id><published>2007-10-31T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T05:23:16.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La sala de periódicos</title><summary type='text'>     La sala de periódicos    Había oído hablar del nuevo formato del diario El País. Por eso me fui a la biblioteca --- la que está ubicado en el antiguo Customs House de Sydney --- para echar un vistazo. Bueno, sólamente tenían el antiguo formato. No pasa nada, empecé a leer y después de un rato llegué a estas oraciones ---"Tengo un nieto", dice y levanta el dedo índice. "Un nieto y un hijo". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8475689056171098400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8475689056171098400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8475689056171098400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8475689056171098400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-sala-de-peridicos.html' title='La sala de periódicos'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2384/1807605777_7b002eb574_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-2484032004259146632</id><published>2007-10-28T04:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:54:00.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelie y Heidi</title><summary type='text'>     Amelie y Heidi    Son amigas muy íntimas. Pelean porque la abuela fuma. Se dan grandes abrazos y bofetadas. Se ríen a carcajadas. Se roban la comida. Mañana una se marcha y va a estar fuera del país por dos meses. Una eternidad. Menos mal que todavía no entienden bien la separación ni el paso del tiempo. Claro que están en pañales.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/2484032004259146632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=2484032004259146632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2484032004259146632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2484032004259146632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/10/amelie-y-heidi.html' title='Amelie y Heidi'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/1788350679_e8ac02e7c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-3660010658507169977</id><published>2007-10-28T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T04:35:40.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.B. Kitaj</title><summary type='text'>     Marynka smoking   Ha muerto un hombre. Marinero que naufragó en siglo veinte. Me dicen que era pintor. Pues, sí. Era pintor de ideas, escritor de cuadros. Era historiador e hispanista. Gran judío y amante. Un carácter excéntrico, muy bien dibujado. Sobre todo, dibujó lo humano como un ángel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/3660010658507169977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=3660010658507169977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3660010658507169977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3660010658507169977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/10/marynka-smoking.html' title='R.B. Kitaj'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2341/1788832584_721a006121_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-2874929389725889617</id><published>2007-10-22T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:09:31.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un trago</title><summary type='text'>   Un trago  Esto es lo que nos queda después de la fiesta de la paella. Te burlo. Nos sobran mucha comida y muchas bebidas pero lo más importante es que tenemos lindos recuerdos de un gran día bien compartido entre viejos amigos y amigos nuevos igualmente.La idea la tenía Victor, un científico del País Vasco y un artista de verdad en la cocina. Una vientena de socios del grupo Sydney Spanish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/2874929389725889617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=2874929389725889617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2874929389725889617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2874929389725889617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/10/un-trago.html' title='Un trago'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2323/1690560090_85c009c746_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8267174016422121707</id><published>2007-10-13T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T05:52:43.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El sabor de España</title><summary type='text'>     El sabor de España    Tiene una textura perfectamente tierna. El dulce aroma de nuez sopla como un viento del desierto la ventana de la nariz y toca una parte muy antigua del alma. Toca algo primigenia de la humanidad. Se nota menos el sabor salado que la fugaz aroma del anarcado y de las trufas cosechadas de ayer. Un rastro de la muerte y del sexo.Así fue el primer encuentro entre el jamón </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8267174016422121707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8267174016422121707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8267174016422121707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8267174016422121707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-sabor-de-espaa.html' title='El sabor de España'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/1558981998_a8c5d1283e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-850947235623205984</id><published>2007-09-29T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:43:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tingo</title><summary type='text'>   El libro cojonudo Tingo es una palabra del idioma pascuense desde Easter Island. Se refiere a la práctica de pedir prestado cosas, una a una, a un amigo hasta que ya no se queda nada en su casa.  Tingo también es el titulo del libro cojonudo por Adam Jacot de Boinod. Lo que ha hecho es coleccionar unas de las palabras y las frases hechas más extrañas y interesantes del 280 idiomas. Es un libro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/850947235623205984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=850947235623205984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/850947235623205984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/850947235623205984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/09/tingojpg.html' title='Tingo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1328/1461187226_87d96bed69_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-2698857732878860679</id><published>2007-09-20T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:00:52.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un buen consejo</title><summary type='text'>   La santa ZafraHe estado pensando en Zafra.Era el primer pueblo del sur que conocimos durante esa luna de miel al revés (lo digo así porque íbamos a casarnos en Australia después de volver de España. No hablábamos de lo del casar pero, bueno, sabíamos lo que iba a ocurrir).Dejamos tras la inesperada nieve de Asturias, seguiendo la ruta de plata al sur. Vamos pa'l sur.Al atardecer, llegamos a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/2698857732878860679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=2698857732878860679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2698857732878860679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/2698857732878860679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/09/zafra_20.html' title='Un buen consejo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1309/1412592590_5ed2ba25cc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-1247546428699812425</id><published>2007-09-12T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T05:30:53.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don Jamón</title><summary type='text'>     La familia porcina    Con el cuchillo jamonero, realizar cortes finos y rectos, para obtener de esta manera, lonchas homógeneas, no más largas de 6 ó 7 cm, que abarquen en el ancho de la pieza. Desde Cómo Cortarlo, las instrucciones ofrecidas por La Fundación Jamón Serrano.Bueno, por fin, puedo decir, bienvenido Don Jamón Serrano. Ya no estás prohibido en Australia. Ahora, sí, puedes meterte</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/1247546428699812425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=1247546428699812425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1247546428699812425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/1247546428699812425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/09/puercojpg.html' title='Don Jamón'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/1366020590_e5d0de2d4e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-4830168064928672551</id><published>2007-09-06T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T01:30:06.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Maleta</title><summary type='text'>     La Maleta    Vamos a ir de vacaciones mañana. Heidi ya ha hecho la maleta. Parece que no quiere nada más.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/4830168064928672551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=4830168064928672551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4830168064928672551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4830168064928672551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-maleta.html' title='La Maleta'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/1334044681_a6e4e46080_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-3822738648629530243</id><published>2007-08-26T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T05:03:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La primera vez</title><summary type='text'>     Heidi y el peluquero    Es algo muy importante para una mujer. Es algo bastante peligroso además --- pues, peligroso para la autoestima. Es a la vez una cosa cotidiana. Te hablo de la primera visita a la peluquería. Ya Heidi tiene dos años y media. Le llevé de la mano y subimos la colina a las tiendas de nuestro barrio de Randwick.Heidi se emocionaba pero cuando llegamos a la peluquería </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/3822738648629530243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=3822738648629530243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3822738648629530243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3822738648629530243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/08/laprimeravez.html' title='La primera vez'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1387/1239821240_bf6e0e47ca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-4376735611719378193</id><published>2007-06-18T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:02:29.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormentas</title><summary type='text'>        Un ratito de descanso, de paz, al atardecer en Coogee, Sydney. Había tantas tormentas aquí.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/4376735611719378193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=4376735611719378193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4376735611719378193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4376735611719378193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/06/cimg0151jpg.html' title='Tormentas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/567274669_466407d8f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-4125941212250714435</id><published>2007-06-05T15:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T20:46:18.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La hermana mayor</title><summary type='text'>     Heidi ya se ha convertido en la hermana mayor. Le gusta mucho cuidar a su muñeca, así como su madre está cuidando a su nuevo hermano, Rory, que nació el 1 de junio en The Royal Women's Hospital de Randwick, Sydney. Pesó 4.4 kilos este varón. ¡Uf!Están muy bien madre y hijo y todos nosotros estamos muy contentos. Parece que ayer éramos dos y nada más. Por cierto, en este momento lo bueno para</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/4125941212250714435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=4125941212250714435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4125941212250714435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4125941212250714435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/06/lagranhermana.html' title='La hermana mayor'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1272/532252244_0e0d3f033b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-8298841624157907325</id><published>2007-05-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T05:58:57.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El cuidadano cervantino</title><summary type='text'>Antes de la Navidad esperan inaugurar en Sydney el primer centro australiano del Instituto Cervantes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/8298841624157907325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=8298841624157907325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8298841624157907325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/8298841624157907325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-cuidadano-cervantino.html' title='El cuidadano cervantino'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-4747450751573461004</id><published>2007-04-06T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T14:50:07.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La máquina del descanso</title><summary type='text'>   Cecil Court, LondonMe intriga  el artista R.B. Kitaj desde hace mucho tiempo.Supongo que ya no está de moda. De todas formas, es difícil de obtener carteles de sus obras. He tenido este cartel --- puedes ver un detalle en la foto --- durante unos años. Ayer, por fin, lo colgué en la pared.Se llama Cecil Court, London y utiliza una zona de libreros como una escena para personajes y ideas del </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/4747450751573461004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=4747450751573461004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4747450751573461004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/4747450751573461004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/04/leyendojpg.html' title='La máquina del descanso'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/448174150_1153da9c64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-3121858263858406955</id><published>2007-03-26T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:43:11.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psicoanálisis</title><summary type='text'>        Como el arte debe ser violento.O se ha convierto en bandillero de toros.Por fin ha aprendido la letra X.O está hechizándome. Es gallega de verdad.O quiere unirse a una pandilla.Cepillos de pintura hoy, arma blanca mañana.¿Debo tener miedo?Claro que no. A veces un cepillo es un cepillo y nada más, como diría Freud.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/3121858263858406955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=3121858263858406955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3121858263858406955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/3121858263858406955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/03/cimg0767jpg.html' title='Psicoanálisis'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/435530720_1aaf9cdcd5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-117131875549247726</id><published>2007-02-12T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:50:19.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El tiempo y yo</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }   Rostro y manu del tiempo fugaz,originally uploaded by Yotro. No tengo ni tiempo.Ya tengo una hijita de dos años. Es muy exigente. Por eso, no tengo ni tiempo.En Mayo llegará el segundo hijo. Es seguro que las tareas van a aumentar al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/117131875549247726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=117131875549247726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/117131875549247726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/117131875549247726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/02/el-tiempo-y-yo.html' title='El tiempo y yo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/388431526_51ea974ae4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-116812970737716032</id><published>2007-01-06T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T05:52:33.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La capital desconocida</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }    Night in the ruined city, Anuradhapura, originally uploaded by Yotro. Pasamos el año nuevo en Canberra, la capital desconocida del país australiano. No fui por la fiesta --- que casi no existe --- sino por una exposición en la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/116812970737716032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=116812970737716032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116812970737716032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116812970737716032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-capital-desconocida.html' title='La capital desconocida'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/348329002_2dfb79fa44_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-116561997241834820</id><published>2006-12-08T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T04:44:44.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La casita de Milford</title><summary type='text'>.flickr-photo { }.flickr-frame { float: left; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }   La casita de Milford,originally uploaded by Yotro. Soy mentiroso.Ya no soy Yotro de Coogee, ese barrio tan famoso por los que habla el castellano roto.Hemos subiendo la colina para llegar a Randwick, el barrio siguiente y un poquito </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/116561997241834820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=116561997241834820' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116561997241834820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116561997241834820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/12/la-casita-de-milford.html' title='La casita de Milford'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-116181450446063389</id><published>2006-10-25T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:16:31.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En coche</title><summary type='text'>Recorrimos por el campo en coche.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/116181450446063389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=116181450446063389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116181450446063389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116181450446063389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/10/en-coche.html' title='En coche'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-116030329399186603</id><published>2006-10-08T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:45:56.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guzman y Gomez</title><summary type='text'>Hoy he hecho el peregrinaje al barrio de Newtown, donde ya han abierto las puertas del nuevo restaurante mejicano, Guzman y Gomez. Pedí dos tacos. La hijita Heidi puso un pedazo en la boca y se pusieron rojo las mejillas. Ayi, la salsa de tomatillo era un poco demasiado picante para la chicarrona. (Es curioso, porque le gustan mucho el curí y otra comida asiática y picante.)Tuve que comer los dos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/116030329399186603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=116030329399186603' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116030329399186603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/116030329399186603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/10/guzman-y-gomez.html' title='Guzman y Gomez'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115787268746869970</id><published>2006-09-10T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T00:23:58.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La chicarrona</title><summary type='text'>¡Dímelo en la calle!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115787268746869970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115787268746869970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115787268746869970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115787268746869970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-chicarrona.html' title='La chicarrona'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115631832940224877</id><published>2006-08-23T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:07:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El fuego polémico</title><summary type='text'>Encima de Santiago de CompostelaNos cae bien el eucalipto ya que para los australianos es un arból indígena. Nos trae  dulces recuerdos de besos, de comida, de bebidos, de toda la vida compartida en la feliz sombra del eucalipto. Este árbol actua como un personaje en la literatura australiana. Inspira poesía y novelas como Eucalipto por Murray Bail. Fue otro escritor, David Foster, quien destacó </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115631832940224877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115631832940224877' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115631832940224877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115631832940224877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/08/el-fuego-polmico.html' title='El fuego polémico'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115597793607167356</id><published>2006-08-19T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:19:10.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta el mar</title><summary type='text'>Ya llega la primavera a la playa de Coogee, donde la hijita aprenderá a nadar como un delfín.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115597793607167356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115597793607167356' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115597793607167356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115597793607167356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/08/hasta-el-mar.html' title='Hasta el mar'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115416951436362752</id><published>2006-07-29T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:00:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duna</title><summary type='text'>Estábamos compañeros de piso, digamos, pero Duna siempre tenía derecho a sentarse en la mejor silla, como ya veréis. Siendo de raza pastor vasco, era muy trabajadora ... bueno, yo mismo nunca la veía haciendo nada energético ... quizás su derecho a la paz y a la tranquilidad fuera la herencia de sus padres.Cuando la conocimos estaba viviendo muy cercita a La Plaza Cervantes en Santiago de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115416951436362752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115416951436362752' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115416951436362752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115416951436362752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/07/duna.html' title='Duna'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115334683280316299</id><published>2006-07-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:44:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La gran armada de hispanistas</title><summary type='text'>Por El Guadalquivir, CórdobaUn enigma que se encuentra en una entrevista a Hugh Thomas, el hispanista inglés:El periodista: En España muchos se preguntan el por qué de tanto éxito a los hispanistas británicos. ¿Se permitiría la sociedad británica que autores foráneos les contarán su historia?Thomas: Los historiadores españoles serán muy bien venidos si alguien escribe algo sobre lo que ha pasado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115334683280316299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115334683280316299' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115334683280316299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115334683280316299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/07/la-gran-armada-de-hispanistas.html' title='La gran armada de hispanistas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115175257680473618</id><published>2006-07-01T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T05:32:41.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Albaicín</title><summary type='text'>Aquel otoño estuvimos en Albaicín. Me quedan recuerdos y sombras.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115175257680473618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115175257680473618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115175257680473618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115175257680473618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/07/el-albaicn.html' title='El Albaicín'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115110633682899874</id><published>2006-06-23T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:46:55.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tareas</title><summary type='text'>Vamos de compras.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115110633682899874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115110633682899874' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115110633682899874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115110633682899874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/06/tareas.html' title='Tareas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115079167878945651</id><published>2006-06-20T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:47:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El adobe australiano</title><summary type='text'>Me duele la espalda, me duelen las piernas, me duele el trasero. Y yo no hice mucho ya que soy muy flaco. Acabo de ayudarle a mi amigo Vid, que está construyendo su casa de adobe. Por cierto, me interesa leer que la palabra adobe deriva del árabe at-tub por el ladrillo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115079167878945651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115079167878945651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115079167878945651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115079167878945651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/06/el-adobe-australiano.html' title='El adobe australiano'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-115019253192808997</id><published>2006-06-13T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:03:45.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flotando por el aire</title><summary type='text'>Acabamos de volver de Brisbane, esa capital norteña de Australia. Nos encantaron las casas de madera --- las que se llaman Queenslanders (después el estado de Queensland) o sus semejantes --- pero claro que hay edificios de otras tradiciones. El edificio en la foto --- está en el barrio de West End --- me cae bien. No sé por qué exactamente. Quizás sea por la ironía del gran nombre que alguién </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/115019253192808997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=115019253192808997' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115019253192808997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/115019253192808997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/06/flotando-por-el-aire.html' title='Flotando por el aire'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114956545135583738</id><published>2006-06-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:43:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldita sea</title><summary type='text'>La maldita literatura. Se puede compilar una antología debajo este título. A veces el don les parece a los escritores algo pesado, una maldición. No obstante, cuando sufren de esta manera pueden escribir muy bien. Es curioso, ¿no?Aquí está un poema de Blas de Otero con mi traducción bastante libre. Verbo clandestinoEs terrible tener que escribir. Te juroque quisiera perder la memoria, el hilodel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114956545135583738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114956545135583738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114956545135583738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114956545135583738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/06/maldita-sea.html' title='Maldita sea'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114506160977922271</id><published>2006-04-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:56:23.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La burrita maltés</title><summary type='text'>Acabo de leer la biografía de Gerald Brenan, que hace poco fue el escritor inglés más conocido en España por sus obras relacionadas con la carácter nacional, con la historia y la literatura del país.Y qué vida tan rara, tan interesante y tan triste!Aquí están algunos datos, eligidos de la biografía casi por la casualidad.Después de leer Al sur de Granada, el libro de Brenan que trata de su </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114506160977922271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114506160977922271' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114506160977922271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114506160977922271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-burrita-malts.html' title='La burrita maltés'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114454177709861124</id><published>2006-04-08T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:19:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las taifas</title><summary type='text'>Acabamos de volver del reino de Los Castillos de Navidad. Allí, un día en una galería del arte pequeña y muy corriente, estaba mirando con admiración un grabado que mostraba una escena típica de la costa australiana.El artista había mirado desde el cielo, como dios (aunque este dios tenía el nombre australiano muy secular de Garrie). Podrías ver entonces tantos tejados de hoja lata de las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114454177709861124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114454177709861124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114454177709861124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114454177709861124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/04/las-taifas_09.html' title='Las taifas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114215953436956705</id><published>2006-03-12T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T03:28:13.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos distintas cosas</title><summary type='text'>Algo curioso: Conocí a un tipo que era el jefe de negocios del torero conocido como El Inglés. Se llamaba Henry Higgins (no me refiero al jefe sino al torero) y fue a España para aprender a tocar la guitarra. El jefe, otro inglés, se llama Juan, y le conocí de una manera extraña. Tenía yo la primera cita con mi mujer desde nació nuestra hija el año pasado. Decidimos cenar en un restaurante </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114215953436956705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114215953436956705' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114215953436956705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114215953436956705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/03/dos-distintas-cosas.html' title='Dos distintas cosas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114155576019401920</id><published>2006-03-05T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T03:12:27.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lejana y sola</title><summary type='text'>¿El abuelo de Adrian Brody?Estaba leyondo El Quijote, en la traducción nueva de Edith Grossman. Estaba bebiendo una copita del amontillado con hielo. Casi se fue el verano aquí en la costa del Pacífico.De repente, me trajeron recuerdos de Córdoba.Córdoba. Lejana y sola.Nos perdíamos y chocamos con la casa de Manolete.Habíamos toreado el silenco en el Museo Taurino.Al caer la noche, entramos en un</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114155576019401920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114155576019401920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114155576019401920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114155576019401920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/03/lejana-y-sola.html' title='Lejana y sola'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114042989197835732</id><published>2006-02-20T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:11:28.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juega conmigo</title><summary type='text'>La vida como un jugueto de flores. La gente que tiene la flor. La gente que quiere la flor. La flor que crece sin querer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114042989197835732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114042989197835732' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114042989197835732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114042989197835732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/02/juega-conmigo.html' title='Juega conmigo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-114008558625435340</id><published>2006-02-16T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T02:26:26.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Norcia</title><summary type='text'>Algún día me encantaría visitar al pueblo New Norcia. Me pregunto ... ¿dónde está Old Norcia? No creo que esté en España.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/114008558625435340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=114008558625435340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114008558625435340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/114008558625435340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/02/norcia.html' title='Norcia'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-113922229816727168</id><published>2006-02-06T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:47:32.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El grifo</title><summary type='text'>   Como se llama esta escultura? Pues, la pongo el nombre El grifo del viento (perdona, Señor Chillida).Otra cosa. He leído un libro muy interesante, muy divertido: Tuning up at dawn by Tomás Graves, un hijo del poeta Robert que se mudó a Deià). La primera capítulo trata del ruido:The Spanish word bullicio means uproar, hubbub, or commotion, without the negative connotations. The idea of a '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/113922229816727168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=113922229816727168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113922229816727168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113922229816727168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2006/02/el-grifo.html' title='El grifo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-113170853324269087</id><published>2005-11-11T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T03:36:17.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pero la vecina se despierta</title><summary type='text'>  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/113170853324269087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=113170853324269087' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113170853324269087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113170853324269087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/11/pero-la-vecina-se-despierta.html' title='Pero la vecina se despierta'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-113170846105128645</id><published>2005-11-11T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T03:27:41.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El rostro dormido</title><summary type='text'>   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/113170846105128645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=113170846105128645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113170846105128645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113170846105128645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-rostro-dormido.html' title='El rostro dormido'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-113145064879653390</id><published>2005-11-08T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:50:48.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La costa como escultura</title><summary type='text'> Ya llega a Sydney la fiesta de La escultura por el mar. La foto muestra la playa de Tamarama pero el cuadro muestra la de Coogee. El artista era Tom Roberts, uno de los impresionistas australianos.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/113145064879653390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=113145064879653390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113145064879653390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113145064879653390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/11/la-costa-como-escultura.html' title='La costa como escultura'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-113066518955635279</id><published>2005-10-30T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:16:41.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada y todo</title><summary type='text'>Leo poco. Duermo menos. Se me ha olvidado casi todo el castellano. Estoy más ocupado que nunca. Estoy fatal.Heidi tiene la culpa. Es todo ella. No me quejo nada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/113066518955635279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=113066518955635279' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113066518955635279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/113066518955635279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/10/nada-y-todo.html' title='Nada y todo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-112703487142064690</id><published>2005-09-18T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:56:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En la costa central</title><summary type='text'>Hemos estado de vacaciones en Killcare, un pueblocito muy majo en la costa central. Killcare, que se podría traducido como Matapreocupaciones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/112703487142064690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=112703487142064690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112703487142064690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112703487142064690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/09/en-la-costa-central.html' title='En la costa central'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-112419623264550906</id><published>2005-08-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:52:18.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debajo de la parra</title><summary type='text'>De repente me recordé de Santiago de Compostela. Estábamos soñando debajo del sol, a través del cielo de las hojas de parra. Andábamos por el casco viejo y encontramos con un hotel pequeño muy majo. Cuenta con terraza, fuente, jardín y esta parra. Llegó a ser unos de nuestros favoritos lugares.Era un otoño caliente y húmedo. Era otra vida.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/112419623264550906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=112419623264550906' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112419623264550906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112419623264550906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/08/debajo-de-la-parra.html' title='Debajo de la parra'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-112267769695850127</id><published>2005-07-29T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:51:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los tres amigos</title><summary type='text'>Heidi, Jessica y James (el cuadro).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/112267769695850127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=112267769695850127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112267769695850127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112267769695850127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/07/los-tres-amigos.html' title='Los tres amigos'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-112064998448438759</id><published>2005-07-06T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T05:13:11.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Al revés</title><summary type='text'>Dice Heidi, que tiene cuatro meses de edad:Casi no conocía a nadie y de repente enfrenté a la vida al revés.Te presento a mí.Encantada de conocerle al mundo del espejo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/112064998448438759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=112064998448438759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112064998448438759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112064998448438759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/07/al-revs.html' title='Al revés'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-112026288018607574</id><published>2005-07-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T17:55:53.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En la tierra</title><summary type='text'>Si fueras artista y necesitaras mucho espacio y un estudio muy grande como un almacén,  ¿que harías tú?Pues, mi viejo amigo Vid se mudó al campo, dos horas desde Sydney. Allí podía comprar unos dos hectáreas de terreno. Poco a poco, está construyendo su estudio. Es un collage la foto, sacada poco antes que la oscuridad nos cubra, como dijo el poeta.El año que viene reunimos nosotros todos en su </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/112026288018607574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=112026288018607574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112026288018607574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/112026288018607574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/07/en-la-tierra.html' title='En la tierra'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111922009893717607</id><published>2005-06-19T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T04:52:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El otro lado</title><summary type='text'>Es menos conocido el otro lado del puerto (el lado del noreste) de Sydney. Hay muchos parques muy lindos y las vistas inesperadas, como aquí en el barrio de Waverton, que está un poco al norte del centro de Sydney.Solía estar un sitio industrial de BP. Se ha convertido en un parque que cuenta con las vistas hacia el este y el puente del puerto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111922009893717607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111922009893717607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111922009893717607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111922009893717607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/06/el-otro-lado.html' title='El otro lado'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111787481242113940</id><published>2005-06-04T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T02:06:28.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquí y allí</title><summary type='text'>En Surry Hills, pasamos por una tienda muy maja. Se llama, Ici et Là. Me encantan los colores --- los de las telas, los del día.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111787481242113940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111787481242113940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111787481242113940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111787481242113940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/06/aqu-y-all.html' title='Aquí y allí'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111787475726839998</id><published>2005-06-04T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T02:04:42.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sí, hay camino</title><summary type='text'>Como diría Serrat, caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.Bueno ... hoy, debajo del cielo azul del invierno en Sydney, caminamos por el barrio de Surry Hills. Para nuestra hija, Heidi, el mundo es más interesante que nunca. Bienvenido al camino.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111787475726839998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111787475726839998' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111787475726839998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111787475726839998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-hay-camino.html' title='Sí, hay camino'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111486413497225081</id><published>2005-04-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T02:46:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol y sombra</title><summary type='text'>Somos tres. Estamos en otoño. Estamos en Coogee. Estamos entre sol y sombra.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111486413497225081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111486413497225081' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111486413497225081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111486413497225081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/04/sol-y-sombra.html' title='Sol y sombra'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111303748664891816</id><published>2005-04-09T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:48:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Australia</title><summary type='text'>Que La Australia es el menos conocido país hispánico del mundo.La primera en una serie de pruebas.Fíjate en el nombre. La Australia lleva su nombre gracias al marino ibérico, Pedro Fernández de Quirós. En el 21 de diciembre 1605 salió de Perú para buscar La Austrialia del Espiritu Santo. En las islas del Océano Pacífico le dijeron que estaba muy cerca un gran continente. Nunca pudo alcanzarlo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111303748664891816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111303748664891816' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111303748664891816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111303748664891816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/04/la-australia.html' title='La Australia'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111266016873833762</id><published>2005-04-04T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:50:11.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El ciclo de moda</title><summary type='text'>Claro que Yotro no es una revista de moda pero me parece que tengo que decir algo sobre la ropa.  Mira esta foto.Bueno, mi viejo amigo George me dijó: "¿Llevas el pijama o es que están de moda otra vez los pantalones vaqueros y blancos?"Heidi y yo intentamos ignorarle y echarnos un sueñecito. Heidi tuvo éxito, yo no.De repente, me despertó Alex, repetiendo el insulto del pijama vaquera.¡Ayi, ayi,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111266016873833762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111266016873833762' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111266016873833762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111266016873833762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/04/el-ciclo-de-moda.html' title='El ciclo de moda'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111162404729667872</id><published>2005-03-23T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T19:07:21.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La golpista más pequeña</title><summary type='text'>Después de otra revolución de terciopelo. Aftermath of another peaceful revolution. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111162404729667872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111162404729667872' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111162404729667872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111162404729667872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-golpista-ms-pequea.html' title='La golpista más pequeña'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111153735995061373</id><published>2005-03-22T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:41:03.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguas</title><summary type='text'>Desde las aguas de la madre hasta las de la ciudad. El primer baño de la ciudadana Heidi. ¡Vota para El Partido Real de Las Aguas!First bath.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111153735995061373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111153735995061373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111153735995061373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111153735995061373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/03/aguas.html' title='Aguas'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111138489626083937</id><published>2005-03-20T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:10:36.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpinismo</title><summary type='text'>Todavía estoy bastante cansadaYa llega al mundo nuestra preciosa niña. Nació en El Hospital Real de Mujeres, Randwick, Sydney, a unos de las siete y media de la noche. Era el diecisiete de marzo y por eso ella tiene que compartir su cumpleaños con el santo irlandés, Patrick, él que no le gustaban las serpientes.Pero no le pusimos Patricia a la niña sino Heidi. Pues, se podría decir que mi mujer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111138489626083937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111138489626083937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111138489626083937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111138489626083937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/03/alpinismo.html' title='Alpinismo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-111006182936181107</id><published>2005-03-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:24:57.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traducción exacta</title><summary type='text'>Molinos mallorquínosA veces Robert Graves, que vivía en Mallorca, se divertía traduciendo del español de una manera literal y jocosa:Trín Trín Trín!Speak to me!Is that the house of Gravés? Can one talk with Don Roberto?At the apparatus! On behalf of whom?I am Don Blas Mas y Mas.A thousand pardons, Don Blas. In consequence of the bad telephone connexion I did not fix in my mind that it was you.How</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/111006182936181107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=111006182936181107' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111006182936181107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/111006182936181107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/03/traduccin-exacta.html' title='Traducción exacta'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110967408099645301</id><published>2005-03-01T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T04:14:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pareja</title><summary type='text'>Espejo callejeroClaro que otro y yo son unas de mis favoritas palabras. Se asoman aquí en una entrevista al escritor argentino Héctor Tizón. Dice que "en la soledad podemos ser otro".Le pregunta el periodista, ¿Qué otro nació en él?Tizón: "Todos somos dobles y, a veces, el otro encarna lo que no podemos ser. Lospersonajes sustituyen en los escritores su otro yo."¿Se puede decir que cada persona </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110967408099645301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110967408099645301' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110967408099645301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110967408099645301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/03/pareja.html' title='Pareja'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110936644916647768</id><published>2005-02-25T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T18:10:44.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo apto</title><summary type='text'>Castellano, mi madrasta agradable¡Qué sorpresa tan fenomenal! No me derrotó el DELE. Hicimos el pasado noviembre en El Club Español de Sydney las pruebas del Diploma de Español como Lengua Extranjera, en el nivel intermedio. ¡Maldita sea! ¡Maldita sea! ¡Maldita sea! Cuando salimos del examen todos estábamos maldiciendo. Nos parecimos muy difíciles las pruebas. Nuestra genial profesora Carmen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110936644916647768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110936644916647768' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110936644916647768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110936644916647768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/02/lo-apto.html' title='Lo apto'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110846752909696013</id><published>2005-02-15T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T03:57:23.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duende</title><summary type='text'>Yendo al baile en YegenMe interesa la palabra duende. En su libro Al sur de Granada Gerald Brenan, que se mudó al pueblo de Yegen en La Alpujarra de Andalucía después de la guerra primera mundial, explica el concepto de duende y sigue así:Another phrase of the same sort is tiene ángel, 'has angel', which is an idiomatic way of saying 'has charm or grace'. A person can have mal ángel as well as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110846752909696013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110846752909696013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110846752909696013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110846752909696013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/02/duende.html' title='Duende'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110825753624272712</id><published>2005-02-12T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T17:28:20.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otoño</title><summary type='text'>Arcoiris de Coogee, SydneyBienvenido al otoño, bienvenida a la mejor estación de lo agridulce.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110825753624272712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110825753624272712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110825753624272712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110825753624272712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/02/otoo.html' title='Otoño'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110803498918505923</id><published>2005-02-10T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T03:52:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antinaragones</title><summary type='text'>¡de narices!Ninguna otra figura encarna como la de Simón Bolívar la grandeza y la tragedia asociadas a la independencia de las posesiones españolas en América --- según dijo el histórico Nelson Martínez Díaz.Bueno, el Libertador tampoco tiene suerte aquí en Sydney, Australia. Ha perdido su nariz --- por la segunda vez --- en La Plaza Iberoamericana. Cada día mucha gente pasa por su cara </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110803498918505923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110803498918505923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110803498918505923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110803498918505923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/02/antinaragones.html' title='Antinaragones'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110647780614491420</id><published>2005-01-23T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T03:49:34.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta el cielo</title><summary type='text'>En la concha, San SebastiánLos contadores de estrellasYo estoy cansado.Miroesta ciudad ---una ciudad cualquiera ---donde ha veinte años vivo.Todo está igual.Un niñoinútilmente cuenta las estrellasen el balcón vecino.Yo me pongo también ...Pero él va más de prisa: no consigoalcanzarle:Una, dos, tres, cautro,cinco ...No consigoalcanzarle: Una, ... dos ...tres ...cuatro ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110647780614491420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110647780614491420' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110647780614491420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110647780614491420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/01/hasta-el-cielo.html' title='Hasta el cielo'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110535716211668257</id><published>2005-01-10T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T02:34:02.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Córdoba callada</title><summary type='text'>Al-AndalusCádiz salada claridad ... GranadaAgua oculta que llora.Sultana y mora, Córdoba callada.Málaga Cantaora.Almería doradaPlateada Jaén ... Huelva: La orillaDe las tres carabelas ...Y Sevilla.Esto es del disco Casablanca del Lebrijano. Los versos sirven de introducción al disco y a las letras. No sé si su autor sea El Lebrijano. Son versos sencillos y misteriosos --- me caen bien</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110535716211668257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110535716211668257' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110535716211668257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110535716211668257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/01/crdoba-callada.html' title='Córdoba callada'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110513576943978867</id><published>2005-01-07T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T15:30:37.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simposio de escultura</title><summary type='text'>La forma pura, por el GuadalquivirMe alegra encontrar noticias de Lawrence. Cuando nos conocimos en Córdiba el año pasado él esperaba organizar lo que se llama un simposio de escultura. (Creo que un simposio, para los antiguos griegos, fue un encuentro en que se discute y se toma copas de vino en el aire libre. ¿Y un simposio de escultura? Supongo que las obras se discuten y sus piedras beben </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110513576943978867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110513576943978867' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110513576943978867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110513576943978867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2005/01/simposio-de-escultura.html' title='Simposio de escultura'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110413899411154715</id><published>2004-12-27T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:04:02.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por los callejones</title><summary type='text'>Los arcosTeníamos mi mujer y yo muchos líos en encontrar alojamiento. Estábamos perdidos en los callejones de Córdoba.Por fin, encontramos El Hostal Alcázar y al dueño, Fernando, un chico muy amable, muy bromista. Nos acercó un huésped alto de barba. Nos habló en español pero con un acento curioso. Era otro australiano, el escultor Lawrence Gundabuka (Beck). Pasamos juntos unos días muy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110413899411154715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110413899411154715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110413899411154715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110413899411154715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/12/por-los-callejones.html' title='Por los callejones'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110387152312497030</id><published>2004-12-23T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T13:23:44.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La fiesta sigue</title><summary type='text'>Mis compañeros de Celta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110387152312497030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110387152312497030' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110387152312497030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110387152312497030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/12/la-fiesta-sigue.html' title='La fiesta sigue'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110387139059426760</id><published>2004-12-16T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:43:41.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La fiesta de Celta</title><summary type='text'>La fiesta de estudiantesPor fin, lo conseguimos. Sólo fueron cuatro semanas, puedes decir. Pero fueron cuatro semanas tan intensivas, tan pesadas, tan interesantes. Estábamos estudiando la Celta, un curso para convertirnos en profesores de inglés para  extranjeros.Bueno, ya estoy preparado. Me interesaría enseñar inglés a los hispanohablantes. Es que he mirado los dos idiomas de un lado del </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110387139059426760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110387139059426760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110387139059426760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110387139059426760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/12/la-fiesta-de-celta.html' title='La fiesta de Celta'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110193795827405817</id><published>2004-12-01T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T14:02:05.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yotro preocupado</title><summary type='text'>Sueños compostelanos del tiempo libre¿Nada que decir? Claro que no. Es que no tengo ni tiempo libre. Hay tanto trabajo, tantos deberes para hacer. Espero volver dentro de dos semanas. Hasta entonces, Yotro y yo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110193795827405817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110193795827405817' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110193795827405817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110193795827405817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/12/yotro-preocupado_02.html' title='Yotro preocupado'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110098742163677598</id><published>2004-11-20T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T14:30:27.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queso manchego</title><summary type='text'>He estado en El Toboso pero no soy ningún cervantino. Me puse mudo y sordo durante del examen de español el viernes pasado. No pasa nada, voy a sobrevivir. Claro que el idioma puede sobrevivir a pesar de mis faltas y mis errores. El curso fue una buena experiencia, gracias a la profe Carmen y mis compañeros de clase. Estoy seguro de que nosotros todos hemos aprendido mucho, pase lo que pase con</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110098742163677598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110098742163677598' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110098742163677598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110098742163677598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/11/queso-manchego.html' title='Queso manchego'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110026165948140538</id><published>2004-11-12T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T04:19:15.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Giacomini</title><summary type='text'>El niño llega y el libro sale. No hay suficiente espacio en este piso para los dos. Hoy he regalado tres cajas llenas de libros. No hay otro remedio. Pero pensaba yo en mis libros, en mis libros raros, en los libros desconocidos en el mundo contemporaneo de literatura, en los libros que encontré yo en librerías desordenadas del campo.Y mientras buscaba libros para regalarlos encontré este </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110026165948140538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110026165948140538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110026165948140538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110026165948140538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/11/miss-giacomini.html' title='Miss Giacomini'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110008665316037572</id><published>2004-11-10T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:50:54.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesía </title><summary type='text'>Supongo que esta escultura rinde homenaje a la idea platónica del barco pero lo que me encanta es la pura forma y el cielo abierto.Ya llega la oscuridad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110008665316037572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110008665316037572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110008665316037572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110008665316037572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/11/poesa.html' title='Poesía '/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110008639186525704</id><published>2004-11-10T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:36:30.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brujos de Bondi</title><summary type='text'>No querría volver en la madrugada.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110008639186525704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110008639186525704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110008639186525704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110008639186525704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/11/brujos-de-bondi.html' title='Brujos de Bondi'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6265213.post-110008618668218900</id><published>2004-11-10T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T03:31:15.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perros del aire</title><summary type='text'>No es una trampa fotográfica. Son perros que comen nada más que el aire.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/feeds/110008618668218900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6265213&amp;postID=110008618668218900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110008618668218900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6265213/posts/default/110008618668218900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yotro.blogspot.com/2004/11/perros-del-aire.html' title='Perros del aire'/><author><name>Yotro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14351094419578241927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/78/1081/320/Yo%2C%20gallego.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
