<?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-37128094</id><updated>2012-01-17T09:39:49.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My back pages</title><subtitle type='html'>Fotos de Tano Ramos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3819526727417834802</id><published>2007-10-03T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:57.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aparcada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RwOmia3gjpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PcBMAckgrXc/s1600-h/bicicangas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117116711880920722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RwOmia3gjpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PcBMAckgrXc/s400/bicicangas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cangas del Narcea, Asturias, septiembre de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este blog es desde hoy una actividad temporalmente aparcada, como la bici. Será cuestión de unos meses. Aquí en los archivos quedan más de 140 fotos que han ido haciéndose un hueco desde noviembre de 2006 por si alguien quiere echarles un vistazo. Salud y hasta la próxima&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3819526727417834802?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3819526727417834802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3819526727417834802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3819526727417834802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3819526727417834802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/10/aparcada.html' title='Aparcada'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RwOmia3gjpI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PcBMAckgrXc/s72-c/bicicangas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-9096498335636359504</id><published>2007-09-20T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:57.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trafalgar 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RvJjzwOmuXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qiVxH-k4JfI/s1600-h/faro3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112258267789572466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RvJjzwOmuXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qiVxH-k4JfI/s400/faro3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trafalgar, se encuentra en el suroeste de la provincia de Cádiz, y hace 202 años sirvió como referencia geográfica y cedió el nombre a la batalla naval más sangrienta disputada jamás en aguas españolas. Desde la balconadita del faro, batida hoy por viento de poniente, se divisan las playas que flanquean el cabo, la carretera que entre dunas y arbustos semienterrados en arena conduce a la casa del farero, las breñas y el bosque de pinos que quedan atrás. Enfrente, el mar, el azul encendido del mar en verano en el sur. "A veces, en invierno, se acerca de buenas a primeras un grupo de ingleses por aquí que busca algún rastro de la batalla, y preguntan, y yo les envío de vuelta a Londres, claro, a Trafalgar Square, porque aquí...", dice el farero, con una sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Antonio Jiménez Barca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-9096498335636359504?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/9096498335636359504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=9096498335636359504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9096498335636359504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9096498335636359504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/trafalgar-2.html' title='Trafalgar 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RvJjzwOmuXI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qiVxH-k4JfI/s72-c/faro3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-384785872576974682</id><published>2007-09-19T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:58.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RvEBqQOmuWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ARbWupMrnAM/s1600-h/vÃ&amp;shy;as.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111868877464582498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RvEBqQOmuWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ARbWupMrnAM/s400/v%C3%ADas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa, agosto de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los portugueses son tan enrevesados como nosotros, sólo que menos autóctonos, lo cual no deja de ser una gran ventaja a su favor. Quizá por eso no existe otra ciudad como Lisboa para sentirse perdido y en casa al mismo tiempo. Pero como los lugares del corazón no caben del todo en el pensamiento, sólo podemos comprenderlos metafóricamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Susana Fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-384785872576974682?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/384785872576974682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=384785872576974682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/384785872576974682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/384785872576974682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/lisboa-2.html' title='Lisboa'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RvEBqQOmuWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ARbWupMrnAM/s72-c/v%C3%ADas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1710731696572884387</id><published>2007-09-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:58.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pájaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ru_0FwxA5_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hOpc9QrZ-uI/s1600-h/gaviotas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111572481915807730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ru_0FwxA5_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hOpc9QrZ-uI/s400/gaviotas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uno de los años de sus numerosos mandatos felicitó las pascuas con una cita de Rilke que decía: "El que ha osado volar como los pájaros, una cosa debe aprender: a caer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juan José Millás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1710731696572884387?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1710731696572884387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1710731696572884387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1710731696572884387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1710731696572884387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/pjaros.html' title='Pájaros'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ru_0FwxA5_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/hOpc9QrZ-uI/s72-c/gaviotas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8845246618614085670</id><published>2007-09-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:58.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuevo Pepita Aurora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RuqHlRgEBJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WvtTWb08A58/s1600-h/play1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110045801628042386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RuqHlRgEBJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WvtTWb08A58/s400/play1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2002&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esa mujer de Barbate contando, ante los periodistas, ante las cámaras de televisión, su drama personal, la muerte súbita de los pescadores, es una crónica singular, dramática, que invalida cualquier otra anotación. "Qué pan tan amargo". Se acabó el periodismo de siempre, o de anteayer, cuando las alcachofas o los magnetófonos o las plumas eran los intermediarios de los sucesos. El drama está en primer plano y tiene su propia voz. "Qué pan tan amargo". Decía José Hierro que quería contar las cosas "sin vuelo en el verso". Las cámaras ahora parecen más despojadas de vuelos, y el verso está desnudo y es terrible. Qué pan tan amargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juan Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8845246618614085670?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8845246618614085670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8845246618614085670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8845246618614085670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8845246618614085670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/nuevo-pepita-aurora.html' title='Nuevo Pepita Aurora'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RuqHlRgEBJI/AAAAAAAAAQM/WvtTWb08A58/s72-c/play1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-551789404138408842</id><published>2007-09-12T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:58.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RufX0xgEBII/AAAAAAAAAQE/4PqsO1fjbqg/s1600-h/silencio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109289603916104834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RufX0xgEBII/AAAAAAAAAQE/4PqsO1fjbqg/s400/silencio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa, agosto de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hacer ruido e imponérselo a los demás me parece una forma particularmente significativa y agresiva de comportamiento incívico. Estamos de vuelta a clase y de estreno de la asignatura de Educación para la Ciudadanía. Espero que en esa materia tenga un papel protagonista el silencio, que es cimiento y abono del pensamiento propio y de la cultura social. Y espero que se insista en la noción de civismo acústico y, por ese camino, en la dimensión sonora de la democracia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luisa Etxenike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-551789404138408842?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/551789404138408842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=551789404138408842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/551789404138408842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/551789404138408842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/silencio.html' title='Silencio'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RufX0xgEBII/AAAAAAAAAQE/4PqsO1fjbqg/s72-c/silencio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8011129809096456881</id><published>2007-09-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:59.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RuF7e_vHHaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rMis_tfBnS0/s1600-h/prayer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107499224850177442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RuF7e_vHHaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rMis_tfBnS0/s400/prayer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa, agosto de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No son historias extraordinarias, pero dejan al espectador atrapado, con la sensación de que el reporterismo se quedó huérfano de realidad el día en que optó por convertir la programación en una primera página de El Caso. El sensacionalismo es contagioso: estos días se leyeron titulares como Sevilla, rota de dolor. Descanse en paz el joven futbolista, pero acostumbrar al público a que el acento se ponga siempre en lo melodramático es una verdad a medias, o sea, una mentira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Elvira Lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8011129809096456881?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8011129809096456881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8011129809096456881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8011129809096456881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8011129809096456881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/prayer-2.html' title='Prayer 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RuF7e_vHHaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rMis_tfBnS0/s72-c/prayer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8990228696139954145</id><published>2007-09-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:59.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rt2EmfvHHZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ycMm5dvOkjc/s1600-h/ventana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106383349397003666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rt2EmfvHHZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ycMm5dvOkjc/s400/ventana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asturias, junio de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si consideramos al líder tradicional como un regalo que la sociedad nos puede hacer, estos personajes que se creen líderes no llegan a ser ni el envoltorio. Necesitamos unas cuantas ventanas de aire fresco que revolucionen positivamente nuestras vidas con valores universales fielmente interpretados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Luis M. Prad&lt;/span&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8990228696139954145?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8990228696139954145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8990228696139954145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8990228696139954145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8990228696139954145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/windows-3.html' title='Windows 3'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rt2EmfvHHZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ycMm5dvOkjc/s72-c/ventana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6518499009288975137</id><published>2007-09-03T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:59.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtwLj_vHHYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-MrOZNfV-7w/s1600-h/pensao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105968790563659138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtwLj_vHHYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-MrOZNfV-7w/s400/pensao.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lisboa, agosto de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sleepin' in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by a fire in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Drinkin' white rum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in a Portugal bar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Them playin' leapfrog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and hearin' about Snow White,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You in the marketplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in Savanna-la-Mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Durmiendo en los bosques, al lado de un fuego en la noche. Bebiendo ron blanco en un bar en Portugal. Jugando al salto de la rana y escuchando Blanca Nieves. Tú en el mercado en Savanna-la-Mar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6518499009288975137?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6518499009288975137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6518499009288975137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6518499009288975137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6518499009288975137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/09/portugal.html' title='Portugal'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtwLj_vHHYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/-MrOZNfV-7w/s72-c/pensao.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7874323052000659658</id><published>2007-08-29T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:03:59.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectores</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtWYH_vHHXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9rxvgdmwwzs/s1600-h/lectores.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104153015829863794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtWYH_vHHXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9rxvgdmwwzs/s400/lectores.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisboa, agosto de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtWX-_vHHWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/3-Ppmr73Lmo/s1600-h/lectores.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El único lugar en donde hoy puede subsistir entre nosotros aquella sabiduría de la cual el filósofo se declara amante es la soledad letrada del lector moderno, que se enfrenta a lo escrito no sólo para conocer el tema del cual se trata sino también -lo quiera o no- para "investigarse a sí mismo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;José Luis Pardo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7874323052000659658?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7874323052000659658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7874323052000659658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7874323052000659658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7874323052000659658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/08/lectores.html' title='Lectores'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RtWYH_vHHXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/9rxvgdmwwzs/s72-c/lectores.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3546739204263110583</id><published>2007-07-31T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta septiembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq9fgZVK8pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FgVWJOUhELU/s1600-h/bye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093394713739457170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq9fgZVK8pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FgVWJOUhELU/s400/bye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cádiz, enero de 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras meto algunas novelas en la maleta pienso que en realidad el escritor es la persona con quien el lector querría pasar las vacaciones, a solas, con una copa, mirando el mar tendido frente al hotel en una medianoche extranjera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susana Fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3546739204263110583?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3546739204263110583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3546739204263110583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3546739204263110583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3546739204263110583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/hasta-septiembre.html' title='Hasta septiembre'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq9fgZVK8pI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FgVWJOUhELU/s72-c/bye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7200625876608587339</id><published>2007-07-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:01.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizontes cercanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KpJVK8oI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bnxF6L-vcIM/s1600-h/mont+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093019930598240898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KpJVK8oI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bnxF6L-vcIM/s400/mont+p.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4Kj5VK8nI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3tiDrTa-fRc/s1600-h/mol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093019840403927666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4Kj5VK8nI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3tiDrTa-fRc/s400/mol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KfZVK8mI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uObz8W34OHc/s1600-h/paseo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093019763094516322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KfZVK8mI/AAAAAAAAAO8/uObz8W34OHc/s400/paseo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KbJVK8lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fSy_0z6hd0o/s1600-h/play.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093019690080072274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KbJVK8lI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fSy_0z6hd0o/s400/play.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, 2004-2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay quien imagina las vacaciones como ese horizonte idílico que se divisa desde un velero en alta mar; sin embargo, la panza del verano se parece más a un camarote donde fermentan todos los demonios con un calor de caldera de barco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Susana Fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7200625876608587339?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7200625876608587339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7200625876608587339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7200625876608587339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7200625876608587339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/horizontes-cercanos.html' title='Horizontes cercanos'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rq4KpJVK8oI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bnxF6L-vcIM/s72-c/mont+p.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6170880498839252532</id><published>2007-07-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqtlH5VK8kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wszOY5xAtiE/s1600-h/IMGP3581h.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092274989995586114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqtlH5VK8kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wszOY5xAtiE/s400/IMGP3581h.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejer, julio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was born here and I'll die here against my will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't even remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what it was I came here to get away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nací aquí y aquí moriré en contra de mi voluntad Ya sé que parece que me marcho, pero estoy quieto Cada nervio de mi cuerpo está ausente e insensible Ni siquiera recuerdo de qué vine huyendo Ni siquiera oigo el murmullo de una oración Aún no ha oscurecido, pero no va a tardar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan, Not dark yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6170880498839252532?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6170880498839252532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6170880498839252532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6170880498839252532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6170880498839252532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqtlH5VK8kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/wszOY5xAtiE/s72-c/IMGP3581h.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6797789131349283582</id><published>2007-07-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:01.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ola de calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYOZVK8jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TjzDE_HazkY/s1600-h/valcÃ¡rcela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091908964292686386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYOZVK8jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TjzDE_HazkY/s400/valc%C3%A1rcela.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYJ5VK8iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1hT7Y8ro2rM/s1600-h/IMGP9535a2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091908886983275042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYJ5VK8iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1hT7Y8ro2rM/s400/IMGP9535a2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYFJVK8hI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ALOWuj_KO5E/s1600-h/IMGP3217av.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091908805378896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYFJVK8hI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ALOWuj_KO5E/s400/IMGP3217av.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYAJVK8gI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uydYWyd24SE/s1600-h/295+11motd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091908719479550466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYAJVK8gI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uydYWyd24SE/s400/295+11motd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, julio de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El 26 de julio de 2007, en un informativo de televisión a mediodía la presentadora habla de la ola de calor que llega y da paso a una reportera que informa desde la calle, en Madrid. Aquí hace ahora 42 grados, explica la reportera. Pero bueno, al sol, precisa inmediatamente. La temperatura suele tomarse a la sombra, dice la periodista, y ahora, a la sombra, hay 33 grados. Pero aquí, al sol, el termómetro marca 42, insiste. Es la ola de calor que está llegando a España…, sigue informando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6797789131349283582?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6797789131349283582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6797789131349283582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6797789131349283582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6797789131349283582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/ola-de-calor.html' title='Ola de calor'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqoYOZVK8jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/TjzDE_HazkY/s72-c/valc%C3%A1rcela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8068907053161407277</id><published>2007-07-26T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:02.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqjDIZVK8fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7DGRL0jUVTg/s1600-h/album-81agu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091533927748399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqjDIZVK8fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7DGRL0jUVTg/s400/album-81agu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cangas del Narcea, Asturias, 1985&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En mi pueblo es costumbre inmemorial tirar voladores, en otros lugares conocidos como cohetes, para celebrar un acontecimiento. Muchos y ruidosos. Este blog tira hoy voladores porque ha nacido en Jerez Daniel. No le pedimos que traiga un pan bajo el brazo pero sí la fuerza para que su madre se recupere y pueda muy pronto caminar de nuevo y pasear con él. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8068907053161407277?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8068907053161407277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8068907053161407277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8068907053161407277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8068907053161407277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/daniel.html' title='Daniel'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqjDIZVK8fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7DGRL0jUVTg/s72-c/album-81agu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6592979627699397206</id><published>2007-07-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:02.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>36</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rqd4fpVK8eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NNJZs2lHZ4E/s1600-h/num+36+mar05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091170388831564258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rqd4fpVK8eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NNJZs2lHZ4E/s400/num+36+mar05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sierra de Málaga, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seguro que no hablarán del día que empezó a oler a muerto en esta ciudad, el 18 de Julio de 1936; que en Cádiz no hubo guerra, sólo represión y asesinatos sobre una población civil indefensa y aterrada. No contarán que las “Milicias Cívicas de Cádiz” eran simples matones amparados en la retaguardia que daban palizas y asesinaban en grupo. Ni dirán qué gaditanos respetables y piadosos hacían las listas negras en el Bar Madrid de la calle Columela. Ni qué otros se ofrecieron a censurar la prensa, a delatar, a señalar con el dedo para que los matones sacaran a sus víctimas del “Miraflores” o del Casino Gaditano camino del paredón. Ni de la fosa común que hay en el Cementerio de San José que será devorada por el urbanismo sin que nadie ose decir nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;José Pettenghi Lachambre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6592979627699397206?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6592979627699397206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6592979627699397206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6592979627699397206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6592979627699397206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/36.html' title='36'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rqd4fpVK8eI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NNJZs2lHZ4E/s72-c/num+36+mar05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3213542164101098867</id><published>2007-07-24T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:02.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqZUFJVK8dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NF6qUPhhtTQ/s1600-h/cÃ¡diz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090848876169720274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqZUFJVK8dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NF6qUPhhtTQ/s400/c%C3%A1diz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La arquitectura no tiene más elección que tratar con la economía, mientras la literatura no. La literatura es libre. Pero, paradójicamente, ha cambiado poco, resiste bastante bien al paso del tiempo, las transformaciones históricas no influyen en ella. La gran evolución de la literatura tuvo lugar cuando el pueblo aprendió a leer, desde entonces no ha experimentado otra gran revolución.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Michel Houellebecq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3213542164101098867?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3213542164101098867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3213542164101098867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3213542164101098867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3213542164101098867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/windows-2.html' title='Windows 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqZUFJVK8dI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NF6qUPhhtTQ/s72-c/c%C3%A1diz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7617469380301728562</id><published>2007-07-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:02.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El árbol de la vida 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqTNsJVK8cI/AAAAAAAAANs/mOf_kivaVeU/s1600-h/Ã¡rbol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090419637138158018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqTNsJVK8cI/AAAAAAAAANs/mOf_kivaVeU/s400/%C3%A1rbol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, febrero de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el término de Rascafría, a orillas del alto Lozoya y frente a El Paular, abre sus puertas desde 2002 este arboreto que rinde homenaje al fundador de la Institución Libre de Enseñanza, Francisco Giner de los Ríos (1839-1915), el maestro que plantó la semilla del amor al Guadarrama en niños como Julián Besteiro o Antonio Machado. En su interior pueden verse 300 especies de hoja caduca de diversas zonas, árboles separados en distintas áreas según su procedencia: Asia, Europa, Norteamérica y Suramérica. Una inscripción, a la entrada, repite la frase de Giner: "En la contemplación de un árbol podríamos pasar enteramente nuestra vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrés Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7617469380301728562?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7617469380301728562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7617469380301728562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7617469380301728562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7617469380301728562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/el-rbol-de-la-vida-2.html' title='El árbol de la vida 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqTNsJVK8cI/AAAAAAAAANs/mOf_kivaVeU/s72-c/%C3%A1rbol.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-542504308979499314</id><published>2007-07-20T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:02.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqDh9cg4FVI/AAAAAAAAANk/cHio74YEhAE/s1600-h/windows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089316024671016274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqDh9cg4FVI/AAAAAAAAANk/cHio74YEhAE/s400/windows.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, junio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El Universo está lleno de misterios. Cada año desaparecen millones de estrellas. Hay energías oscuras, agujeros negros, extrarradios, callejones sin salida, enormes extensiones sin cartografiar. Lo que vemos no es más que el 5% de lo que existe. El astrónomo danés Tycho Brahe aprendió el arte de la geometría de niño, jugando con una esfera celeste del tamaño de un puño. Sus únicas armas en una Europa desgarrada por las guerras de religión eran el telescopio y el compás y con ellas se dedicó a medir la armonía del universo. Atrapado entre la tierra papal y el sol luterano, fue declarado hereje por ambos bandos, pero descubrió la posición de mil ciento treinta y seis estrellas y gracias a eso al asomarnos a la ventana de madrugada, podemos sentir la brisa que dejan los astros en su procesión nocturna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Susana Fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-542504308979499314?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/542504308979499314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=542504308979499314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/542504308979499314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/542504308979499314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Windows'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RqDh9cg4FVI/AAAAAAAAANk/cHio74YEhAE/s72-c/windows.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7235291901966142770</id><published>2007-07-19T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:02.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp-RlMg4FUI/AAAAAAAAANc/wU9HyQT89aE/s1600-h/torre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088946172152255810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp-RlMg4FUI/AAAAAAAAANc/wU9HyQT89aE/s400/torre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conil, Cádiz, diciembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Monumento de las migraciones a que se debe este mundo, las nuevas torres podrían dar de beber al peregrino. Albergue de los trashumantes, de los que se buscan en el futuro, en la residencia sin fronteras de una próxima ciudadanía. Porque la violencia es la misma, pero cada víctima es diferente porque su sufrimiento es inadmisible. Porque el valor del pronombre se alza vivo en la torre que cada uno pone en pie. Allí donde nadie es ilegal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julio Ortega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7235291901966142770?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7235291901966142770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7235291901966142770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7235291901966142770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7235291901966142770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/tower-2.html' title='Tower 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp-RlMg4FUI/AAAAAAAAANc/wU9HyQT89aE/s72-c/torre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5932248934832466222</id><published>2007-07-18T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:03.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp5a18g4FTI/AAAAAAAAANU/H2GoVHmKsaI/s1600-h/IMGP0033a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088604511798826290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp5a18g4FTI/AAAAAAAAANU/H2GoVHmKsaI/s400/IMGP0033a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres, agosto de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp5aocg4FSI/AAAAAAAAANM/WpA_wGPzP8M/s1600-h/IMGP2308aa.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Según una encuesta efectuada por la revista británica Time Out, la lista de los edificios considerados más hermosos por su arquitectura está encabezada por la galería de arte Tate Modern, frente al río Támesis, de Giles Gilbert Scott. Mientras que el edificio nuevo que más les gusta a los británicos es el Swiss Re Tower, construido por Norman Foster y que es conocido popularmente como el pepino erótico por su forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5932248934832466222?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5932248934832466222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5932248934832466222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5932248934832466222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5932248934832466222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/tower.html' title='Tower'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp5a18g4FTI/AAAAAAAAANU/H2GoVHmKsaI/s72-c/IMGP0033a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-943192423529994540</id><published>2007-07-17T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:03.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp0OS8g4FRI/AAAAAAAAANE/V_4hTyPwR7U/s1600-h/sena1rea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088238872642983186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp0OS8g4FRI/AAAAAAAAANE/V_4hTyPwR7U/s400/sena1rea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apoyo firmemente el mantenimiento de los puentes tendidos. Sólo los que están en la orilla de la violencia serán culpables si no los cruzan. Pienso, con Ignacio de Loyola, que en estos tiempos de tribulación que tenemos que soportar, lo más aconsejable es no hacer mudanzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;José Antonio Martín Pallín&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-943192423529994540?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/943192423529994540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=943192423529994540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/943192423529994540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/943192423529994540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/orillas.html' title='Orillas'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rp0OS8g4FRI/AAAAAAAAANE/V_4hTyPwR7U/s72-c/sena1rea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2738964269315294385</id><published>2007-07-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:03.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahí está</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpkSTsg4FQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aQZ5wUPLhho/s1600-h/turistas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087117383667553538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpkSTsg4FQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aQZ5wUPLhho/s400/turistas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La pasión de coleccionista se puede conjugar con el esclavismo, como nos lo recuerdan algunas pocas obras, pero también con la disquisición filosófica que contrapone cultura a naturaleza y que, según sea el momento, da primacía a la una o a la otra, prefiere el buen salvaje o le teme como al diablo. Los descubridores dejan de ser aventureros y pasan a ser sistemáticos, primero en su afán por catalogar el mundo, por inventariar plantas y animales, luego empeñados en tomar referencias antropométricas de cada supuesta nueva raza descubierta. Ahí está la Venus de Milo, en medio de una sala, tonante parámetro de belleza del que se ríen polinesias, africanas o aborígenes. O mejor no, ellas no pueden reírse de nada porque somos nosotros, nuestros antepasados, quienes estamos en condiciones de imponerles un canon de belleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Octavi Martí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2738964269315294385?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2738964269315294385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2738964269315294385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2738964269315294385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2738964269315294385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-est.html' title='Ahí está'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpkSTsg4FQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aQZ5wUPLhho/s72-c/turistas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-9175725969010092828</id><published>2007-07-13T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:04.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rpeeqsg4FOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rq94s-MkuaU/s1600-h/lost.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086708760479012066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rpeeqsg4FOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rq94s-MkuaU/s400/lost.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grazalema (Cádiz), febrero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-9175725969010092828?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/9175725969010092828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=9175725969010092828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9175725969010092828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9175725969010092828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rpeeqsg4FOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rq94s-MkuaU/s72-c/lost.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3235063985431642238</id><published>2007-07-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:04.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpZ7Lsg4FNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XSrClbDdXGU/s1600-h/JEREZ2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086388270019384530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpZ7Lsg4FNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XSrClbDdXGU/s400/JEREZ2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jerez, junio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El obispo de Jerez, Juan del Río, ha denunciado "la política laicista del partido en el poder" y ha hablado de "fobia religiosa" del Gobierno de la nación; actitud, dice, que le sirve de excusa "para tratar de desterrar los valores de la cultura católica de los corazones y de las mentes de las nuevas generaciones". Y sigue afirmando: "Estamos al inicio de una suplantación cultural del humanismo cristiano, que ha vertebrado Europa, por un humanismo cívico y materialista que, bajo un ropaje democrático, oculta su totalitarismo de origen" (subrayado mío). La jerarquía católica está en su derecho a entrar en el debate público sobre estos temas. Nadie se lo niega. Pero ha de hacerlo como un interlocutor más, sin recurrir a los argumentos de la revelación cristiana, que sólo tienen valor para los creyentes de esa religión, y sin apelar a la historia, a la tradición o a la mayoría sociológica, como argumentos decisivos. La historia y la tradición no pueden desconocerse, es verdad, pero en el caso de la Iglesia católica no son precisamente muy ejemplares en lo que a libertades, derechos humanos, democracia y respeto al pluralismo se refiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Juan José Tamayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3235063985431642238?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3235063985431642238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3235063985431642238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3235063985431642238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3235063985431642238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/jerez.html' title='Jerez'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpZ7Lsg4FNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/XSrClbDdXGU/s72-c/JEREZ2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4505762753135072657</id><published>2007-07-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:04.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpT_kJoTGlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RnHkGn_vF5Y/s1600-h/cai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085970875733449298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpT_kJoTGlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RnHkGn_vF5Y/s400/cai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, febrero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Delphi se va a cerrar porque así lo quieren sus dueños. ¿Dónde están los políticos que financiaron carteles, camisetas, pañuelos, marchas a pie y autobuses? ¿dónde los que alentaron el enfrentamiento de los trabajadores con las instituciones? ¿dónde los que promovieron las actitudes violentas? ¿nada tienen que decir en la hora del acuerdo, o es que ya sacaron todo el jugo al limón y ya no quedan concejales que sacar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fernando Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4505762753135072657?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4505762753135072657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4505762753135072657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4505762753135072657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4505762753135072657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/cai.html' title='Cai'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpT_kJoTGlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RnHkGn_vF5Y/s72-c/cai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8470806501742679154</id><published>2007-07-10T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:04.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadpaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpNuBpoTGkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gLiqbzFZVHw/s1600-h/road.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085529378865224258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpNuBpoTGkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gLiqbzFZVHw/s400/road.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres, agosto de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay lugares que inspiraron portadas, como la mansión de la familia Astor en Cliveden, donde los Beatles posaron para Help!, o el célebre paso de cebra de Abbey Road, frente a los estudios de ese nombre en Londres; o que dieron título a canciones famosas, como Penny Lane (una calle de Liverpool) o Strawberry Fields, un orfanato también en Liverpool. Los mitómanos de portadas pueden optar por acercarse a la vieja central eléctrica de Battersea, inmortalizada en un álbum de Pink Floyd; a Berwick Street, portada del álbum de Oasis; a la parada de metro de Chalk Farm, portada de un álbum de Madness; al puente de Waterloo, inmortalizado por The Kinks; o al parque de Primrose Hill, donde se fotografió una portada de los Rolling (Between the buttons) y una de Madness (The rise and fall).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;W. Oppenheimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8470806501742679154?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8470806501742679154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8470806501742679154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8470806501742679154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8470806501742679154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/roadpaper.html' title='Roadpaper'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpNuBpoTGkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gLiqbzFZVHw/s72-c/road.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4022585755947706727</id><published>2007-07-09T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:04.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpKBp5oTGjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QsaGhh90SxI/s1600-h/talgo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085269486099175986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpKBp5oTGjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QsaGhh90SxI/s400/talgo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cádiz-Madrid, junio de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4022585755947706727?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4022585755947706727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4022585755947706727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4022585755947706727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4022585755947706727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/talgo.html' title='Talgo'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpKBp5oTGjI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QsaGhh90SxI/s72-c/talgo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5436173333702216841</id><published>2007-07-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:05.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpJWa5oTGhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FYfMPUXoqKQ/s1600-h/huertas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085221949401143826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpJWa5oTGhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FYfMPUXoqKQ/s400/huertas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madrid, junio de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5436173333702216841?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5436173333702216841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5436173333702216841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5436173333702216841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5436173333702216841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/foto-tano-ramos-madrid-junio-de-2007.html' title='Huertas'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RpJWa5oTGhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FYfMPUXoqKQ/s72-c/huertas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2996812478763448958</id><published>2007-07-06T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:05.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compromiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ro5nH5oTGgI/AAAAAAAAALw/womD4_Af-RU/s1600-h/arquitec.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084114414774458882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ro5nH5oTGgI/AAAAAAAAALw/womD4_Af-RU/s400/arquitec.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin volver la vista atrás con nostalgia de tiempos mejores cabe, sin embargo, rememorar momentos en los que la política de vivienda fue parte importante en la construcción o reconstrucción de las ciudades europeas tras los desastres de las dos guerras mundiales. En los años veinte y treinta, coincidiendo con la hegemonía de una cultura política socialdemócrata, surgen desarrollos urbanos como las Siedlungen alemanas o los Hoff vieneses. En la Inglaterra laborista de los años cincuenta y sesenta se desarrollan con mayor o menor éxito, las new towns. Ejemplos de un compromiso, y de la utilización de los desarrollos residenciales como prototipos de una nueva forma de habitar. Más modestamente, en el Madrid de 1980, también socialdemócrata, los Barrios en Remodelación fueron respuesta a demandas sociales y a una clara política de "hacer ciudad en la ciudad". Los Leganés Norte y Madrid Sur venían a completar y complementar la ciudad existente y respondían a necesidades sociales bien definidas y acotadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eduardo Mangada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2996812478763448958?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2996812478763448958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2996812478763448958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2996812478763448958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2996812478763448958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/compromiso.html' title='Compromiso'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ro5nH5oTGgI/AAAAAAAAALw/womD4_Af-RU/s72-c/arquitec.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3063777908945372079</id><published>2007-07-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:05.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ro0NX5oTGfI/AAAAAAAAALo/_TtnVYzaD4c/s1600-h/faro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083734258629155314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ro0NX5oTGfI/AAAAAAAAALo/_TtnVYzaD4c/s400/faro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zahora, Cádiz, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un día vimos en Faro (Portugal), en un escaparate, unos cuantos faros de distintos tamaños. Cuando elegimos uno, mientras pagábamos y él lo envolvía, le preguntamos al tendero, indicando el faro, que cómo se decía en portugués. Cheminade, nos informó el hombre. Pues en español se llama faro, como esta ciudad, le ilustramos nosotros. El tendero repitió cheminade varias veces en una conversación que parecía un enredo. Poco más tarde, cuando rodábamos hacia la frontera, empezamos a ver chimeneas y más chimeneas y caímos en la cuenta de que no parecía un enredo: lo había sido efectivamente. En casa tenemos faros de diferentes ciudades y uno, muy especial, de Faro.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3063777908945372079?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3063777908945372079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3063777908945372079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3063777908945372079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3063777908945372079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/faros.html' title='Faros'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ro0NX5oTGfI/AAAAAAAAALo/_TtnVYzaD4c/s72-c/faro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4957345683001533238</id><published>2007-07-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:05.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rovrm5oTGeI/AAAAAAAAALg/BFfkHvJ83HI/s1600-h/valcÃ¡rcel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083415657955138018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rovrm5oTGeI/AAAAAAAAALg/BFfkHvJ83HI/s400/valc%C3%A1rcel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For her I feel so afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On her twenty-second birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She already is an old maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To her, death is quite romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She wears an iron vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her profession's her religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her sin is her lifelessness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And though her eyes are fixed upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noah's great rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She spends her time peeking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Into Desolation Row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ofelia está bajo la ventana, por ella siento tanto miedo, en su 22 cumpleaños es ya una solterona; para ella la muerte es totalmente romántica, lleva un chaleco de hierro, su profesión es su religión, su pecado es su falta de vida, y aunque sus ojos están fijos en el gran arco iris de Noé, pasa su tiempo mirando furtivamente a la calle de la desolación)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, Desolation Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4957345683001533238?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4957345683001533238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4957345683001533238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4957345683001533238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4957345683001533238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rovrm5oTGeI/AAAAAAAAALg/BFfkHvJ83HI/s72-c/valc%C3%A1rcel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8020633462677610243</id><published>2007-07-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:05.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>verano en zuecos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RojvWpoTGdI/AAAAAAAAALY/wG5dUxJa-AE/s1600-h/piscina+oct05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082575351898642898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RojvWpoTGdI/AAAAAAAAALY/wG5dUxJa-AE/s400/piscina+oct05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, octubre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Somos lo que comemos, decía Brillat-Savarin y repetía, sin citarlo, Josep Pla. Sí, en efecto, somos lo que comemos, pero también lo que calzamos. Hablamos con las manos, pero también con los pies. Se celebran estos días los treinta años de las primeras elecciones democráticas y vuelve otra vez a loarse una santa transición que llevamos años conmemorando con la menor excusa, a propósito de cualquier efeméride, pero sin que se haya rendido el homenaje que se merece a las Chirucas, sin duda el calzado del antifranquismo. Las chirucas eran las botas testigo de un tiempo en los que, necesariamente, había que andar con pies de plomo. Y si unas Nike o unas Adidas diseñadas en América y producidas en Asia, que lucen tanto los famosos como los que desembarcan de las pateras, han marcado el éxito y la miseria de la globalización, las sandalias caimán nos hablan también de nuestro tiempo y sus lágrimas de cocodrilo. Tiempos de globalización sí, pero también tiempos de calentamiento global, de los que estos zuecos de plástico, con sus agujeros que recuerdan a los de la capa de ozono, son una excelente metáfora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Manuel Peris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8020633462677610243?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8020633462677610243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8020633462677610243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8020633462677610243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8020633462677610243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/07/verano-en-zuecos.html' title='verano en zuecos'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RojvWpoTGdI/AAAAAAAAALY/wG5dUxJa-AE/s72-c/piscina+oct05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6272529755971979259</id><published>2007-06-29T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:05.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Villa de Grazalema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RoTwGJoTGcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qXNqKlr8ZeQ/s1600-h/casino+graz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081450268035586498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RoTwGJoTGcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qXNqKlr8ZeQ/s400/casino+graz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, mayo de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El escritor gaditano, y columnista del periódico de Cádiz &lt;em&gt;La Voz&lt;/em&gt;, Manuel Ruiz Torres ha resultado ganador del Premio Villa de Grazalema de relatos 2007, que se entrega esta tarde (29 de junio) en la Casa de la Cultura de esa localidad. El relato premiado, titulado La tregua, recrea una historia real de la Guerra de la Independencia: el paso por Grazalema, en 1810, de André Miot, interventor de la Casa Real de José Bonaparte, y del ministro de la Guerra del bando francés, el español Gonzalo O'Farrill, camino de la recién conquistada Ronda.Junto a ellos estuvo, hasta El Bosque, el propio José Bonaparte, que prefirió el camino más seguro de Ubrique para llegar a Ronda. Es un relato que intenta entender las razones de ambos bandos en lo que fue verdaderamente la primera guerra civil española, la primera contienda entre ideologías. Luego, desgraciadamente, le si-guieron otras, más recientes y recordadas, hasta en pleno siglo XX&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La Voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6272529755971979259?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6272529755971979259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6272529755971979259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6272529755971979259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6272529755971979259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/06/villa-de-grazalema.html' title='Villa de Grazalema'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RoTwGJoTGcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/qXNqKlr8ZeQ/s72-c/casino+graz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7612572197569861054</id><published>2007-06-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:06.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como en el Kwai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RoE-GvrFX2I/AAAAAAAAALI/-9vPNzy6eBw/s1600-h/ny1cangas2as.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080410140247940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RoE-GvrFX2I/AAAAAAAAALI/-9vPNzy6eBw/s400/ny1cangas2as.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La ciudad de Port Phillip, un área que cubre algunos de los suburbios costeros de Melbourne, se toma en serio la figura del buen ciudadano del mundo. En lugar de considerar que tener coche es una muestra de prosperidad, la ciudad acoge con entusiasmo la reducción del número de vehículos -y el incremento de la utilización del transporte público-, como signo de que disminuyen las emisiones de gases de efecto invernadero, fomentando al mismo tiempo una forma de vida más sana en la que la gente tienda más a caminar o a ir en bicicleta. La ciudad también busca proyectos de edificios que consuman menos energía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7612572197569861054?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7612572197569861054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7612572197569861054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7612572197569861054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7612572197569861054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/06/como-en-el-kwai.html' title='Como en el Kwai'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RoE-GvrFX2I/AAAAAAAAALI/-9vPNzy6eBw/s72-c/ny1cangas2as.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2704507446981900129</id><published>2007-06-17T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:06.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno a Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnVoifrFX1I/AAAAAAAAALA/tT4uhu-pjPw/s1600-h/cÃ&amp;shy;rculo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077079096757149522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnVoifrFX1I/AAAAAAAAALA/tT4uhu-pjPw/s400/c%C3%ADrculo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madrid, febrero de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El único quizá, que yo conozca, aparte de los extranjeros, que traducen e importan lo que quieren sin dejarse seducir por falsos modernismos, es el dueño del Kwai, un viejo bar del centro de Madrid, que, como es asturiano y, ya por eso sólo, es ciudadano de todo el mundo, ha colgado detrás de la barra un enorme cartel de Nueva York bajo el que él mismo ha escrito a bolígrafo: "Vista (parcial) de Cangas de Narcea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Julio Llamazares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2704507446981900129?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2704507446981900129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2704507446981900129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2704507446981900129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2704507446981900129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/06/retorno-madrid.html' title='Retorno a Madrid'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnVoifrFX1I/AAAAAAAAALA/tT4uhu-pjPw/s72-c/c%C3%ADrculo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6717435788447725143</id><published>2007-06-15T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:06.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cazadores de humo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnLMH_rFX0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/-zNXlYLIFEo/s1600-h/librerÃ&amp;shy;a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076344167723261762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnLMH_rFX0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/-zNXlYLIFEo/s400/librer%C3%ADa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para Óscar Lobato, periodista y escritor de 49 años, "nunca" se cumple una de las máximas más corrosivas de la profesión periodística: no dejes que la verdad te estropee una buena noticia. En su opinión, la que "siempre" triunfa es la máxima shakeperiana: La verdad, si es la verdad, ¿para qué gritarla al viento? De la primera se alimenta Saurina para saborear la fama. De la segunda respira Wamba para reafirmarse en la búsqueda de la verdad. Son dos personajes antagónicos, auténticos arquetipos del reportero ávido de éxito a cualquier precio y del periodista de raza que, por encima de cualquier medalla, respeta a sus lectores y, sobre todo, a su dignidad. Ambos se sumergen en una aventura vertiginosa, llena de intriga y situaciones límite, ambientada en la provincia de Cádiz, que Lobato dibuja en Cazadores de humo, su primera novela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fernando Pérez Monguió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6717435788447725143?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6717435788447725143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6717435788447725143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6717435788447725143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6717435788447725143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/06/cazadores-de-humo.html' title='Cazadores de humo'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnLMH_rFX0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/-zNXlYLIFEo/s72-c/librer%C3%ADa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-691318918098525444</id><published>2007-06-14T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:06.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan Dylan Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnFeVfrFXzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Nv-bbFQEEvk/s1600-h/dylan4m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075941978395729714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnFeVfrFXzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Nv-bbFQEEvk/s400/dylan4m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Córdoba, julio de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dinamitó las convenciones de la música popular. Renovó el lenguaje literario del rock estirando sus límites. Fue, a su pesar, profeta de la insurgencia juvenil de finales de los sesenta. Y ayer, 13 de junio de 2007, Bob Dylan (Minnesota, 1941) fue galardonado en Oviedo con el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de las Artes. El revolucionario músico recibe así su último reconocimiento en un país que ignoró su obra en sus momentos cumbres y donde actuó por primera vez en 1984. La familia real se puso en contacto con el músico para felicitarle y comunicarle la concesión del premio. El galardón, dotado con 50.000 euros y una escultura de Joan Miró, le será entregado, previsiblemente, en octubre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Diego A. Manrique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-691318918098525444?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/691318918098525444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=691318918098525444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/691318918098525444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/691318918098525444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/06/dylan-dylan.html' title='Dylan Dylan Dylan'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RnFeVfrFXzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Nv-bbFQEEvk/s72-c/dylan4m.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7903913421285809611</id><published>2007-06-11T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:07.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocaso 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rm04YfrFXyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pHcNJIYkSpI/s1600-h/atar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074774348586639138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rm04YfrFXyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pHcNJIYkSpI/s400/atar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, noviembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No es, en fin, tanto el clima como el climaterio que nos desasosiega. Menos el desequilibrio ambiental que el desequilibrio interior lo que nos desazona. O bien, la paranoia bajo forma de guerra fría, amenaza viral, terrorismo incesante o invasión extraterrestre se ha apoderado del mundo como el mayor legado norteamericano tras la cultura pop. El miedo con o sin causa, el pánico como estilo de vida levanta una pantalla que ofusca las conciencias y paraliza la insurrección. Ahora ningún poder concreto nos asedia: todos somos culpables del deterioro, la agonía o el ocaso de la civilización.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vicente Verdú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7903913421285809611?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7903913421285809611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7903913421285809611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7903913421285809611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7903913421285809611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/06/ocaso-2.html' title='Ocaso 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rm04YfrFXyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pHcNJIYkSpI/s72-c/atar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4841161175343169461</id><published>2007-05-31T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:07.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volando voy 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rl8bp5zBsXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7P1P2-WQWn0/s1600-h/vuela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070802112145895794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rl8bp5zBsXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7P1P2-WQWn0/s400/vuela.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, junio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uno de los elementos que pueden contribuir a entender esas imágenes es el breve y expeditivo ensayo Esto no son las Torres Gemelas, de María Acaso: "Debido al enorme grado de confianza que depositamos en las representaciones visuales, casi todos creemos haber presenciado el derrumbe de las Torres Gemelas, muy pocas personas toman conciencia de que sólo quienes estuvieron allí lo vieron, el resto sólo hemos visto representaciones visuales del derrumbe". Acaso habla de mentiras, asesinatos y atentados visuales y denuncia los terrores (del cuerpo, de clase y culturales) amplificados por la televisión. La conclusión es que para combatir la manipulación del miedo conviene sospechar por sistema y saber leer la televisión en lugar de mirarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sergi Pàmies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4841161175343169461?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4841161175343169461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4841161175343169461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4841161175343169461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4841161175343169461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/volando-voy-2.html' title='Volando voy 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rl8bp5zBsXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7P1P2-WQWn0/s72-c/vuela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7770701475341635186</id><published>2007-05-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:07.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa soñada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rl3BSOPWhPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AORCYrtgzVQ/s1600-h/casa+lola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070421274293339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rl3BSOPWhPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AORCYrtgzVQ/s400/casa+lola.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, mayo de 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Durante los cuatro años de la contienda, en la cual se comporta con valentía, recibe varias condecoraciones y es ascendido al grado de capitán, Brenan empieza a pensar, obsesivamente, en la posibilidad, una vez terminada la guerra, de poder encontrar, en el sur de España, una cabaña, un refugio, un escondite, donde pasar unos años leyendo. ¡Leer! Es ya la obsesión del joven, quien, a diferencia de muchos amigos suyos, no ha tenido una carrera universitaria.&lt;br /&gt;Brenan desembarca en La Coruña el 28 de septiembre de 1919. Llega por primera vez a Yegen el 29 de octubre, y alquila allí, el 1 de diciembre, su casa soñada, donde se instalará el 13 de enero de 1920".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ian Gibson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7770701475341635186?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7770701475341635186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7770701475341635186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7770701475341635186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7770701475341635186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/casa-soada.html' title='Casa soñada'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rl3BSOPWhPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AORCYrtgzVQ/s72-c/casa+lola.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8898555998002726774</id><published>2007-05-29T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:07.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La última generación</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlxpbOPWhOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dBAh8qRnjoU/s1600-h/gainsbourg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070043196912207074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlxpbOPWhOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dBAh8qRnjoU/s400/gainsbourg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El número 38 de la revista Star, editada en Barcelona, publicó una conversación entre Serge Gainsbourg y Alain Pacadis que la revista presenta de la siguiente manera: "Puede que estos nombres no te digan nada, pero están mucho más cerca de ti de lo que piensas. Dos productos de una generación frustrada, medio-romántica, medio-mecanizada, que es muy posible que sea la última". En la conversación ambos se confiesan perturbados porque antes todo el mundo era de extrema izquierda y ahora los Sex Pistols son unos anarquistas de extrema derecha que se traspasan la carne con insignias nazis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Borja Casani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8898555998002726774?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8898555998002726774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8898555998002726774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8898555998002726774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8898555998002726774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-ltima-generacin.html' title='La última generación'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlxpbOPWhOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dBAh8qRnjoU/s72-c/gainsbourg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1751314950326646235</id><published>2007-05-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:07.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Día de elecciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlnULePWhNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VSQiE_Jw25g/s1600-h/proudhom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069316149143307474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlnULePWhNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VSQiE_Jw25g/s400/proudhom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Encontramos esa nota en la tumba de Proudhon, en el cementerio de Montparnasse. Están allí enterrados, entre otros, Sartre y Simone de Beauvoir, Cortázar y Baudelaire. También Dreyfus y Serge Gainsbourg. (Pierre-Joseph Proudhon (1809-1865), filósofo político y revolucionario agrario francés, padre del pensamiento anarquista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1751314950326646235?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1751314950326646235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1751314950326646235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1751314950326646235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1751314950326646235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-de-elecciones.html' title='Día de elecciones'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlnULePWhNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/VSQiE_Jw25g/s72-c/proudhom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-904285339233508407</id><published>2007-05-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:08.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Colonial 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rlhic-PWhMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xhGEBnUm0Fc/s1600-h/colonial.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068909630488741058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rlhic-PWhMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xhGEBnUm0Fc/s400/colonial.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cádiz, junio de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been with the professors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And they've all liked your looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With great lawyers you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Discussed lepers and crooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been through all of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald's books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're very well readIt's well known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because something is happening here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But you don't know what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you, Mister Jones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Has estado con catedráticos y a todos ellos les gustaban tus ideas, con grandes abogados has discutido sobre leprosos y criminales, te has empollado todos los libros de F. Scott Fitzgerald, eres un muy buen lector, es cosa sabida. Pero algo está ocurriendo aquí, y no sabes lo que es, ¿no es así, Mr. Jones?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, Ballad of a Thin Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-904285339233508407?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/904285339233508407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=904285339233508407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/904285339233508407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/904285339233508407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-colonial-5.html' title='La Colonial 5'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rlhic-PWhMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xhGEBnUm0Fc/s72-c/colonial.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-268158087007851426</id><published>2007-05-25T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:08.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesusito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlcK8OPWhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O661z1ojMvI/s1600-h/jesusito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068531935359698098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlcK8OPWhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O661z1ojMvI/s400/jesusito.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, mayo de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Son las luces de El Corte Inglés.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que ves en mi cara&lt;br /&gt;no es una sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;es un escaparate.&lt;br /&gt;Es una tienda.&lt;br /&gt;Es una barra libre.&lt;br /&gt;"Entra y coge lo que quieras".&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estoy de rebajas,&lt;br /&gt;hoy acaricio gratis.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me vendo&lt;br /&gt;a este mar de gente&lt;br /&gt;que espera el semáforo&lt;br /&gt;que tan bien me conoce,&lt;br /&gt;porque no me conoce nada.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy regalo palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy estoy de promoción.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy podría convencer a cualquiera&lt;br /&gt;de que me comprara un rato,&lt;br /&gt;de que me amara toda la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mañana cambio el escaparate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carmen Ruiz Fleta (Zaragoza, 1978) es autora del libro de poemas Música de perros (Chorrito de Plata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-268158087007851426?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/268158087007851426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=268158087007851426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/268158087007851426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/268158087007851426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/jesusito.html' title='Jesusito'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlcK8OPWhLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O661z1ojMvI/s72-c/jesusito.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-601812349560827113</id><published>2007-05-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:08.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobremesa frente al mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlW4ROPWhKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VWLaf-PtVlg/s1600-h/02sÃ¡bado+oct04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068159561695134882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlW4ROPWhKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VWLaf-PtVlg/s400/02s%C3%A1bado+oct04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conil, Cádiz, octubre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El mar no nos pertenece. Tampoco la tierra. Tampoco ningún otro ser vivo sobre la faz que nos sostiene. Más bien, todos pertenecemos, a la vez que tenemos el mundo en nuestras manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chus Ricart Gracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-601812349560827113?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/601812349560827113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=601812349560827113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/601812349560827113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/601812349560827113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/sobremesa-frente-al-mar.html' title='Sobremesa frente al mar'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlW4ROPWhKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VWLaf-PtVlg/s72-c/02s%C3%A1bado+oct04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8337238765438996858</id><published>2007-05-23T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:08.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlR8H-PWhJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kLBlsl8buro/s1600-h/mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067811957106967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlR8H-PWhJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kLBlsl8buro/s400/mini.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cádiz, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El Mini se diseñó con ventanillas corredizas en las puertas, permitiendo la existencia de bolsillos de almacenamiento en el lugar donde debería haber estado el mecanismo de la ventanilla. Se dice que Issigonis calculó el tamaño de los huecos resultantes para que fuesen capaces de almacenar una botella de su ginebra favorita. La tapa del maletero fue diseñada con las bisagras hacia abajo de modo que el coche pudiese circular con ella abierta para incrementar el espacio para el equipaje. En las primeras versiones, la matrícula tenía bisagras, de modo que cayera para permanecer visible mientras la tapa del maletero estaba abierta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8337238765438996858?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8337238765438996858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8337238765438996858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8337238765438996858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8337238765438996858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/mini.html' title='Mini'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlR8H-PWhJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kLBlsl8buro/s72-c/mini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4745128572972386808</id><published>2007-05-22T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:08.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlMO9OPWhGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RGToWBjBtJU/s1600-h/chapelle1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067410450679235682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlMO9OPWhGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RGToWBjBtJU/s400/chapelle1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the moral of the story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The moral of this song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is simply that one should never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where one does not belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when you see your neighbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;carryin' somethin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Help him with his load,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And don't go mistaking Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For that home across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bueno, la moraleja de esta historia, la moraleja de esta canción, es simplemente que uno nunca debe estar donde no le corresponde. Así, cuando veas a tu vecino llevando algo, ayúdale con su carga, y no vayas por allí confundiendo el Paraíso con aquella casa al otro lado del camino)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4745128572972386808?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4745128572972386808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4745128572972386808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4745128572972386808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4745128572972386808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlMO9OPWhGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RGToWBjBtJU/s72-c/chapelle1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5710741153978897427</id><published>2007-05-21T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:08.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlG_4OPWhFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7q_BoLWxcDI/s1600-h/barbate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067042028384584786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlG_4OPWhFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7q_BoLWxcDI/s400/barbate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Barbate, Cádiz, noviembre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Desarmados y vencidos, nuestros ayuntamientos y gobiernos se retiran en desbandada. O lo que es peor, simplemente se alían con los promotores privados, alimentando el caldo de cultivo de la corrupción, aunque no quiero decir que toda alianza de este tipo implique obligatoriamente comportamientos corruptos. Lo malo de todo esto no es la calificación moral de los actores, sino las dramáticas consecuencias para nuestro hábitat, el destrozo que está sufriendo nuestro paisaje, sea éste un huerto de naranjos, un pinar o un vacío manchego".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eduardo Mangada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5710741153978897427?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5710741153978897427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5710741153978897427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5710741153978897427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5710741153978897427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/pinares.html' title='Pinares'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RlG_4OPWhFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7q_BoLWxcDI/s72-c/barbate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2939676363569397577</id><published>2007-05-18T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:09.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barrameda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rk2VmuPWhDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qeNlgHNOCIs/s1600-h/goy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065869648341664818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rk2VmuPWhDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qeNlgHNOCIs/s400/goy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sanlúcar, septiembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Al morir el esposo de Cayetana de Alba en 1796, el pintor acompañará a la duquesa a Sanlúcar de Barrameda, un hecho que escandalizó a la corte de Carlos IV. Se escribió mucho sobre este acto y mucho se criticó en su tiempo. ¿Pero realmente llegaron a ser amantes o solamente fueron buenos amigos? En Sanlúcar, Goya comenzará los dibujos que acabarían por ser plasmados en su “Álbum de Sanlúcar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rk2PmePWhCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mjay7wX-oCA/s1600-h/dylan4m.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;phistoria.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2939676363569397577?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2939676363569397577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2939676363569397577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2939676363569397577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2939676363569397577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/barrameda.html' title='Barrameda'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rk2VmuPWhDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qeNlgHNOCIs/s72-c/goy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1567755607571987510</id><published>2007-05-17T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:09.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Casetilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkx8OuPWhBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YOH33ysySwU/s1600-h/el+bonete.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065560273257399314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkx8OuPWhBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YOH33ysySwU/s400/el+bonete.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, junio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La Casetilla es una de las rocas de La Caleta, en la capital gaditana. Juan Antonio Fierro publicó hace unos años un mapa que refleja con detalle (con fotografías y dibujos) la ubicación de todas las piedras de La Caleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1567755607571987510?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1567755607571987510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1567755607571987510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1567755607571987510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1567755607571987510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-casetilla.html' title='La Casetilla'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkx8OuPWhBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/YOH33ysySwU/s72-c/el+bonete.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1463196383904257239</id><published>2007-05-16T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:09.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El quinto elemento 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkr2suPWhAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y2MUiqb6oFw/s1600-h/IMGP4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065131979118642178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkr2suPWhAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y2MUiqb6oFw/s400/IMGP4817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juan González Encinar fue de los primeros en prevenirnos de a dónde iba a conducir el modelo de televisión por el que habíamos optado: a la programación basura y a la manipulación sistemática de la información.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roberto L. Blanco Valdés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1463196383904257239?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1463196383904257239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1463196383904257239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1463196383904257239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1463196383904257239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-quinto-elemento-2.html' title='El quinto elemento 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkr2suPWhAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/y2MUiqb6oFw/s72-c/IMGP4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5467655902822370988</id><published>2007-05-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:10.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera en Grazalema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn3DzRnR5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qTbKol9Qx1I/s1600-h/violeta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064850900630587282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn3DzRnR5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qTbKol9Qx1I/s400/violeta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn26zRnR4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DTcUxbvI3LE/s1600-h/amarilla.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064850746011764610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn26zRnR4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DTcUxbvI3LE/s400/amarilla.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn2vTRnR3I/AAAAAAAAAII/fyg7qx9qxsw/s1600-h/roja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064850548443268978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn2vTRnR3I/AAAAAAAAAII/fyg7qx9qxsw/s400/roja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, Cádiz, mayo de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como en todo lo relacionado con el calentamiento del planeta, España es otra vez el país más afectado: no sólo le llega la primavera dos semanas antes que hace 30 años, sino que, a juzgar por las fechas en que los árboles empiezan a otoñear, el verano se le va nueve días después. La suma da 23 días más de calor al año.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El País&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5467655902822370988?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5467655902822370988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5467655902822370988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5467655902822370988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5467655902822370988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/primavera-en-grazalema.html' title='Primavera en Grazalema'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rkn3DzRnR5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/qTbKol9Qx1I/s72-c/violeta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3891951471817406750</id><published>2007-05-14T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:10.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El quinto elemento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkiCkjRnR2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/A6sV733Ae-8/s1600-h/quinto+elemento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064441345434142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkiCkjRnR2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/A6sV733Ae-8/s400/quinto+elemento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, enero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La televisión pronto llegará, eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yo te cantaré y tu me verás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Benny Moré. Ensalada de Mambo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3891951471817406750?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3891951471817406750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3891951471817406750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3891951471817406750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3891951471817406750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-quinto-elemento.html' title='El quinto elemento'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkiCkjRnR2I/AAAAAAAAAIA/A6sV733Ae-8/s72-c/quinto+elemento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8519157965570614242</id><published>2007-05-09T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:10.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tierra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkHfCzRnR0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LZshO29dT7c/s1600-h/04+tierra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062572695357966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkHfCzRnR0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LZshO29dT7c/s400/04+tierra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brañas de Arriba, Asturias, mayo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuarto elemento&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8519157965570614242?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8519157965570614242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8519157965570614242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8519157965570614242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8519157965570614242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/tierra.html' title='Tierra'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkHfCzRnR0I/AAAAAAAAAHw/LZshO29dT7c/s72-c/04+tierra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1394827839065858765</id><published>2007-05-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:10.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkHeWDRnRzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lfZhmiTm5aw/s1600-h/03+fuego.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062571926558820146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkHeWDRnRzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lfZhmiTm5aw/s400/03+fuego.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tercer elemento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1394827839065858765?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1394827839065858765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1394827839065858765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1394827839065858765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1394827839065858765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/foto-tano-ramos-cdiz-agosto-de-2004.html' title='Fuego'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkHeWDRnRzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lfZhmiTm5aw/s72-c/03+fuego.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-462019222505473590</id><published>2007-05-09T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:10.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkG_njRnRyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_F1ivZrq_k0/s1600-h/02+agua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062538142346069794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkG_njRnRyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_F1ivZrq_k0/s400/02+agua.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bahía de Cádiz, abril de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Segundo elemento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-462019222505473590?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/462019222505473590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=462019222505473590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/462019222505473590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/462019222505473590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/agua.html' title='Agua'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkG_njRnRyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_F1ivZrq_k0/s72-c/02+agua.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3440803476384270524</id><published>2007-05-08T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:11.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aire 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkDLJjRnRxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/86pHFTvQWp8/s1600-h/01+aire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062269346112816914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkDLJjRnRxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/86pHFTvQWp8/s400/01+aire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puerto Real, Cádiz, enero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El baluarte del puerto de Ferrol atesora varios dodecaedros, uno de los cinco poliedros regulares y que según el profesor Jesús García son "extraordinariamente difíciles de encontrar como elementos decorativos". Platón asociaba estas figuras geométricas con los elementos básicos agua, tierra, fuego y aire, mientras el matemático Johannes Kepler los relacionó con las órbitas planetarias. Para Da Vinci, en cambio, estas figuras con 12 caras pentagonales fueron claves y recurrentes en su trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lorena Bustabad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3440803476384270524?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3440803476384270524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3440803476384270524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3440803476384270524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3440803476384270524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/aire-2.html' title='Aire 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RkDLJjRnRxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/86pHFTvQWp8/s72-c/01+aire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7426208811963990059</id><published>2007-05-07T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:11.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London, London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rj8NDDRnRwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DZs72WgRVq4/s1600-h/beyonce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061778852257679106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rj8NDDRnRwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DZs72WgRVq4/s400/beyonce.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres, agosto de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I've been to London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I've been to gay Paree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've followed the river and I got to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been down on the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of a world full of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes my burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;seems more than I can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(He estado en Londres y también en el alegre París. Seguí el río hasta llegar al mar, he alcanzado el fondo de un mundo lleno de mentiras. No estoy buscando nada en los ojos de nadie, a veces mi carga es más pesada de lo que puedo soportar. Aún no ha oscurecido, pero no va a tardar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, Not Dark Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7426208811963990059?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7426208811963990059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7426208811963990059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7426208811963990059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7426208811963990059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/london-london.html' title='London, London'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rj8NDDRnRwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DZs72WgRVq4/s72-c/beyonce.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8164244625579621467</id><published>2007-05-05T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:11.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rjyv-DRnRvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7BYFiHvDa0M/s1600-h/sesenta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061113561823528690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rjyv-DRnRvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7BYFiHvDa0M/s400/sesenta.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Janda, Cádiz, noviembre de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahora es el momento&lt;/em&gt; es una novela de aprendizaje trufada de miedos, idealismos y feromonas desbocadas en la que Spanbauer ha puesto lo mejor de sí mismo, el humor y la capacidad evocadora en párrafos que abren la sociedad de los sesenta como si fuese una lata de cerveza que nos servimos frase a frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Javier Aparicio Maydeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8164244625579621467?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8164244625579621467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8164244625579621467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8164244625579621467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8164244625579621467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/sesenta.html' title='Sesenta'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rjyv-DRnRvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7BYFiHvDa0M/s72-c/sesenta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7123930373356396140</id><published>2007-05-03T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:11.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjogGjRnRuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TsoAcL5OzqU/s1600-h/306+28dic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060392428224595682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjogGjRnRuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TsoAcL5OzqU/s400/306+28dic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cádiz, diciembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Eres buena fotógrafa pero podrías ser mejor". Ésta es la frase que Leibovitz escuchó a finales de los ochenta por boca de quien después fue su pareja, la fallecida escritora Susan Sontag, autora de uno de los ensayos más célebres sobre fotografía. Por entonces Leibovitz ya había publicado la que aún es su foto más celebrada: Lennon, desnudo, abrazando a Yoko Ono. En Nueva York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bárbara Celis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7123930373356396140?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7123930373356396140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7123930373356396140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7123930373356396140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7123930373356396140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/ny-dream.html' title='NY dream'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjogGjRnRuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TsoAcL5OzqU/s72-c/306+28dic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6058024380855193979</id><published>2007-05-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:12.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puro teatro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjjeMTRnRrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0BlmNf-dq6c/s1600-h/almagro+0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060038484264699570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjjeMTRnRrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0BlmNf-dq6c/s400/almagro+0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Almagro (Ciudad Real), agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los actos oficiales del Día Mundial del Teatro se celebraron el pasado marzo en Almagro (Ciudad Real), donde se encuentra la sede del Museo Nacional del Teatro. El académico Francisco Nieva, en su texto &lt;em&gt;Almagro, ombligo del Teatro Clásico&lt;/em&gt;, comparó esta ciudad con la británica Stratford y la siciliana Taormina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rosana Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6058024380855193979?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6058024380855193979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6058024380855193979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6058024380855193979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6058024380855193979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/puro-teatro.html' title='Puro teatro'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjjeMTRnRrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/0BlmNf-dq6c/s72-c/almagro+0804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5518718528359088980</id><published>2007-05-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:12.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos abuelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjeOrjRnRqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BLrpwhLuI8w/s1600-h/dos+abuelos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059669585228678818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjeOrjRnRqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BLrpwhLuI8w/s400/dos+abuelos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cangas del Narcea, Asturias, enero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hay una escena en la película El abuelo en la que el personaje que interpreta Fernando Fernán Gómez levanta su bastón contra unos frailes que tratan de mantenerlo encerrado en un monasterio. Al verla, mi padre, que ya entonces no caminaba sin ayuda y sólo unos metros, nos pidió su bastón, se lo dimos y continuó viendo la película con él en sus manos&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5518718528359088980?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5518718528359088980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5518718528359088980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5518718528359088980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5518718528359088980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/05/dos-abuelos.html' title='Dos abuelos'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjeOrjRnRqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BLrpwhLuI8w/s72-c/dos+abuelos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5702706907432162041</id><published>2007-04-30T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:12.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjYYjjRnRpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uwDHEf5P2t0/s1600-h/aire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059258230440937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjYYjjRnRpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uwDHEf5P2t0/s400/aire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Janda, Cádiz, noviembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La instalación de grandes molinos, con sus correspondientes pistas de acceso, afectaría irremediablemente a comunidades vegetales únicas. Los animales también se ven afectados, en particular las aves, muchas de las cuales pueden perecen por colisión con las aspas gigantescas. Estos son sólo algunos de los daños ocasionados por las centrales eólicas. No hay que engañarse, los molinos son imágenes de anuncio, pero también realidad de destrucción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eduardo Renovales Pérez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5702706907432162041?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5702706907432162041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5702706907432162041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5702706907432162041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5702706907432162041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/aire.html' title='Aire'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjYYjjRnRpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uwDHEf5P2t0/s72-c/aire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2194776221376802934</id><published>2007-04-27T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Café de Levante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjIh7zRnRoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/motwq5OXtjA/s1600-h/252+10oct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058142642750572162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjIh7zRnRoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/motwq5OXtjA/s400/252+10oct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Los parados de Los lunes al sol, herederos de aquella tradición anarcosindicalista de la ría de Vigo que todavía en los años cincuenta llevaba a organizar boicoteos a esos mismos barquitos de transporte entre orillas que muestra el filme, están pura y simplemente reventados. Son feos, gordos y no les visten las grandes firmas. Tampoco se consuelan leyendo a los grandes autores de la literatura contemporánea. Sólo les queda un confuso espíritu de rebeldía, mezclado con el ansia de supervivencia. Para ellos, jugarse la vida por un autógrafo, crear mundos de amor y de amistad químicamente puros o hablar de travestidos con sida que dejan preñadas a monjitas solidarias, tiene el mismo sentido que estudiar el sexo de los ángeles".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Antonio Elorza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2194776221376802934?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2194776221376802934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2194776221376802934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2194776221376802934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2194776221376802934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/caf-de-levante.html' title='Café de Levante'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjIh7zRnRoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/motwq5OXtjA/s72-c/252+10oct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1112582821115050547</id><published>2007-04-26T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:13.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmobilien</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjCOZzRnRnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YdK2ETrWToo/s1600-h/IMGP8882a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057698955449026162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjCOZzRnRnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YdK2ETrWToo/s400/IMGP8882a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medina, marzo de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Veo carteles de inmobiliarias por doquier. Deliro, creo. En cualquier momento voy a intentar encontrar la Marbella que amo. La sitúo en mi memoria, dando vueltas como ese planeta que acabamos de detectar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maruja Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1112582821115050547?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1112582821115050547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1112582821115050547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1112582821115050547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1112582821115050547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/inmobilien.html' title='Inmobilien'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RjCOZzRnRnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YdK2ETrWToo/s72-c/IMGP8882a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5498919332648863823</id><published>2007-04-25T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:13.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La pipa de la paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ri9-7TRnRmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KcRFTC9ofg4/s1600-h/077+20mar05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057400463811888738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ri9-7TRnRmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KcRFTC9ofg4/s400/077+20mar05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sierra de Málaga, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Fumaban una pipa de la paz que hoy estaría muy mal vista por las autoridades sanitarias y, una vez ciegos, el jefe indio pronunciaba algún profundo pensamiento del tipo: "Tú permanecer en corazón sioux como manantial alimentar tierra". De hecho, es el antecedente del español para móviles, una forma que simplifica el idioma todavía más de lo que propugna García Márquez, martillo de haches sordomudas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sergi Pàmies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5498919332648863823?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5498919332648863823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5498919332648863823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5498919332648863823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5498919332648863823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-pipa-de-la-paz.html' title='La pipa de la paz'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ri9-7TRnRmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KcRFTC9ofg4/s72-c/077+20mar05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-460568812796366391</id><published>2007-04-23T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primera luz del día</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ri0D6j_rWGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4YWgOj4o_Q4/s1600-h/amanece1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056702261236553826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ri0D6j_rWGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4YWgOj4o_Q4/s400/amanece1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, julio de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time passes slowly up here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the daylight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We stare straight ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and try so hard to stay right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like the red rose of summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that blooms in the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time passes slowly and fades away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(El tiempo pasa despacio aquí arriba a la luz del día, mira al frente y esfuérzate por seguir limpio como una rosa roja en verano que florece de día; el tiempo pasa despacio y luego se esfuma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan, Time Passes Slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-460568812796366391?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/460568812796366391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=460568812796366391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/460568812796366391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/460568812796366391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/primera-luz-del-da.html' title='Primera luz del día'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Ri0D6j_rWGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4YWgOj4o_Q4/s72-c/amanece1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-9140861758912114099</id><published>2007-04-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:13.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carros</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RikcIT_rWEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yaq2khgm1lc/s1600-h/052+21feb05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055602985831979074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RikcIT_rWEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yaq2khgm1lc/s400/052+21feb05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sevilla, febrero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Argelia está a punto de convertirse en el primer comprador de armas de la Federación Rusa, por delante de China, según fuentes del sector en Moscú. Ambos países ya firmaron acuerdos para la compraventa de armamento el año pasado y ahora negocian otros pedidos. En 2006 los acuerdos firmados incluían la compra de 62 cazas Su-30MKI y MIG 29, 16 aviones de entrenamiento, 185 carros de combate T-90S, 216 rampas de lanzamiento de misiles anticarro Kornet-E, y dos submarinos, entre otros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;R. Fernández/I. Cembrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-9140861758912114099?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/9140861758912114099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=9140861758912114099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9140861758912114099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9140861758912114099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/carros.html' title='Carros'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RikcIT_rWEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yaq2khgm1lc/s72-c/052+21feb05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7958405729095954395</id><published>2007-04-20T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:14.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El muro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiiwCT_rWDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jPq99keKzYU/s1600-h/IMGP7239a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055484135496964146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiiwCT_rWDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jPq99keKzYU/s400/IMGP7239a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, Cádiz, diciembre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El 13 de agosto de 1961, obreros de la RDA, apoyados por tropas armadas, empezaron a construir un muro a través del centro de la ciudad de Berlín y alrededor de Berlín oeste. En su mayoría el muro consistía en segmentos de hormigón de una altura de 3 a 4 metros. Los segmentos se coronaron por un tubo de hormigón para evitar que se puedan utilizar cuerdas y ganchos en los intentos de saltar el muro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;alemania-online.de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7958405729095954395?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7958405729095954395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7958405729095954395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7958405729095954395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7958405729095954395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/el-muro.html' title='El muro'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiiwCT_rWDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/jPq99keKzYU/s72-c/IMGP7239a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4197730022305362876</id><published>2007-04-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:14.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smithfield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiTn-yHvaHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jyNxKKguwvg/s1600-h/IMGP0017a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054419747608684658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiTn-yHvaHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jyNxKKguwvg/s400/IMGP0017a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres, agosto de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;William Wallace (Braveheart). Su ejecución fue una de las más brutales de la época: primero fue castrado, más tarde lo llevaron, desnudo, hasta el mercado de Smithfield en una carreta tirada por un burro mientras los campesinos le tiraban objetos. Ya en presencia del verdugo lo ahorcaron durante un rato, luego le abrieron las tripas y le sacaron los órganos vitales mientras los quemaban delante de sus ojos y al final le cortaron la cabeza. Sus extremidades fueron repartidas por distintas partes de Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4197730022305362876?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4197730022305362876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4197730022305362876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4197730022305362876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4197730022305362876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/smithfield.html' title='Smithfield'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiTn-yHvaHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/jyNxKKguwvg/s72-c/IMGP0017a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8112147697052896368</id><published>2007-04-16T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:14.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bricolage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiPJxCHvaGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TVjokTID8ho/s1600-h/bricolage+nov05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054105051059939426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiPJxCHvaGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TVjokTID8ho/s400/bricolage+nov05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerez, noviembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La acción de El método Grönholm, comedia de Jordi Galceran, sucede en una sala de reuniones de Dekia, empresa sueca de muebles y de bricolage que anda buscando un malvado que parezca buena persona para ocupar un cargo directivo. Los cuatro únicos candidatos que han pasado con éxito la primera fase de la selección son convocados a una prueba grupal decisiva, en la que nada es lo que aparenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Javier Vallejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8112147697052896368?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8112147697052896368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8112147697052896368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8112147697052896368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8112147697052896368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/bricolage.html' title='Bricolage'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiPJxCHvaGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TVjokTID8ho/s72-c/bricolage+nov05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-5078745077388556289</id><published>2007-04-15T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:14.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Móvil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiKASSHvaFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EDxJt0vfGRg/s1600-h/IMGP9663a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053742783453423698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiKASSHvaFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EDxJt0vfGRg/s400/IMGP9663a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiKAJSHvaEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UU746--8Q68/s1600-h/IMGP9662a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053742628834601026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiKAJSHvaEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/UU746--8Q68/s400/IMGP9662a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sevilla, febrero de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el mundo actual, más de 2.000 millones de personas poseen teléfono móvil. Y según la Unión Internacional de Telecomunicaciones, organismo de la ONU con sede en Ginebra, los menores de 18 años dedican 14 horas semanales a los medios digitales, bastantes más que las que dedican a la televisión, la radio, el cine o los periódicos impresos. Las redes tecnológicas interpersonales están desempeñando un nuevo protagonismo en la arena informativa, que está erosionando fuertemente al periodismo de papel y al herziano y limitando su influencia. Tal vez este declive constituye una de las razones que explican precisamente la desesperada algarabía amarillista que ahora denunciamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Román Gubern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-5078745077388556289?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/5078745077388556289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=5078745077388556289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5078745077388556289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/5078745077388556289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/mvil.html' title='Móvil'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiKASSHvaFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EDxJt0vfGRg/s72-c/IMGP9663a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8976658245032533141</id><published>2007-04-14T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:14.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 de abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiEEiSHvaCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/msHTzdjIMks/s1600-h/repÃºblica+may06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053325243912775714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiEEiSHvaCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/msHTzdjIMks/s400/rep%C3%BAblica+may06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, Cádiz, mayo de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Me pregunto por qué la derrota de la Segunda República es todavía un dolor vivo, después de tantos años, y concluyo que se debe a que no se ha hecho justicia y, por añadidura, se agrega la ofensa, en aras de una prudencia pueril, de igualar a los bandos, como si fueran lo mismo, como si hubieran actuado igual".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Julia Tuñón. México DF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8976658245032533141?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8976658245032533141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8976658245032533141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8976658245032533141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8976658245032533141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/14-de-abril.html' title='14 de abril'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RiEEiSHvaCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/msHTzdjIMks/s72-c/rep%C3%BAblica+may06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7548049784774351928</id><published>2007-04-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:15.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rh-r3iHvaBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bt8sBF-GR7I/s1600-h/309+31dic05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052946277473413138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rh-r3iHvaBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bt8sBF-GR7I/s400/309+31dic05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cádiz, diciembre de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sólo un 0,4% de las viviendas españolas no dispone de televisión, según los datos de la última encuesta del Instituto Nacional de Estadística (INE) sobre equipamiento digital en los hogares, referida al último semestre de 2006. Este estudio también concluye que, por primera vez, el número de viviendas con algún tipo de DVD (73,4%) es superior al de las que disponen de un aparato de vídeo (69,4%).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;T.B.G&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7548049784774351928?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7548049784774351928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7548049784774351928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7548049784774351928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7548049784774351928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/antenas.html' title='Antenas'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rh-r3iHvaBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bt8sBF-GR7I/s72-c/309+31dic05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-759561255989079891</id><published>2007-04-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:15.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rh5O7SHvaAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nRL2tv9au3E/s1600-h/portobello+ago06.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052562612339828738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rh5O7SHvaAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nRL2tv9au3E/s400/portobello+ago06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres, agosto de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"En el idioma inglés se construyen palabras a cien por hora. Aparece una realidad y a los dos segundos ya tenemos la palabra para nombrarla. ¿Cómo se llamará en inglés un individuo sin casa? Pues un homeless (de home, casa, etcétera). En español vamos más lentos. Todavía continuamos llamando sin papeles a los simpapeles y sin casa a los sincasa, con lo bien que quedaría decir: Mira a ese simpapeles o no te pierdas a esa sincasa. También decimos sin pelo, pese a la alopecia galopante. Pero es que para nombrar a los sin pelo tenemos la palabra calvo, que era también una marca de atunes, claro, Calvo, etcétera".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Juan José Millás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-759561255989079891?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/759561255989079891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=759561255989079891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/759561255989079891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/759561255989079891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/portobello-2.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rh5O7SHvaAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nRL2tv9au3E/s72-c/portobello+ago06.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2320949776720696601</id><published>2007-04-11T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:15.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Colonial 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhzO4SHvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hrqq8HZ-XfA/s1600-h/colonial+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052140348335155186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhzO4SHvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hrqq8HZ-XfA/s400/colonial+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, junio de 2002&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm paintin' the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;swinging my partner around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know who I can depend on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know who to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm watchin' the roads, I'm studying the dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm paintin' the town, making my last go-round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'm scufflin' and I'm shufflin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and I'm walkin' on briars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not even acquainted with my own desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Estoy pintando la ciudad, balanceando mi pareja de baile. Bueno sé de quien puedo depender, sé en quien confiar. Estoy observando los barcos, estoy estudiando el polvo. Estoy pintando la ciudad, dando mi última vuelta. Bueno, estoy refregando, estoy arrastrando, estoy paseando por zarzas. Ni siquiera conozco mis propios deseos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, Bye And Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2320949776720696601?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2320949776720696601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2320949776720696601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2320949776720696601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2320949776720696601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-colonial-4.html' title='La Colonial 4'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhzO4SHvZ_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hrqq8HZ-XfA/s72-c/colonial+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4963281798664619153</id><published>2007-04-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:15.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera en Cádiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rho7UIERWII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/twT17v6A7LA/s1600-h/playa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051415148998252674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rho7UIERWII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/twT17v6A7LA/s400/playa2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4963281798664619153?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4963281798664619153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4963281798664619153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4963281798664619153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4963281798664619153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/foto-tano-ramos-cdiz-abril-de-2004.html' title='Primavera en Cádiz'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rho7UIERWII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/twT17v6A7LA/s72-c/playa2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7484203790201261588</id><published>2007-04-09T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:16.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rho2pYERWGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/knjZySMHqxY/s1600-h/playa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051410016512333922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rho2pYERWGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/knjZySMHqxY/s400/playa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2007&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Nadie está dispuesto a entender, fuera de nuestra tierra, que la mayoría de los andaluces estamos ajenos a tanta devoción, tanta fiesta y tanta identidad. Que oímos el rasgueo de una guitarra o los clarines de una plaza y nos echamos a temblar. Que la mayoría de la gente está a su trabajo, a su familia y a sus cosas y sólo en contadas ocasiones están en la fiesta y la juerga, por muy gratuito que sea el repetitivo espectáculo de la Semana Santa y muy patriótica que sea una feria o una corrida. La verdadera patria es el trabajo y el quehacer cotidiano. No sé si la ilustración llegará de una vez a Andalucía o seremos capaces un día de sacudirnos los tópicos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fernando Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7484203790201261588?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7484203790201261588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7484203790201261588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7484203790201261588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7484203790201261588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/foto-tano-ramos-cdiz-abril-de-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rho2pYERWGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/knjZySMHqxY/s72-c/playa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1630969815080559731</id><published>2007-04-05T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:16.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Líderes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhUuJIERWEI/AAAAAAAAADs/b3ROOOJ6MJs/s1600-h/12lunes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049993291484977218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhUuJIERWEI/AAAAAAAAADs/b3ROOOJ6MJs/s400/12lunes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La brasileña Heloísa Helena, profesora universitaria de epidemiología, es la líder de un partido fundado por ella misma, el Partido Socialismo y Libertad (PSOL). En 2004 fue expulsada del Partido de los Trabajadores (PT) tras oponerse al sistema de previsión que quería poner en marcha el Gobierno y que, en su opinión, no correspondía a las promesas hechas por Lula en la campaña. Católica próxima a la teología de la liberación, habla del "camarada Jesucristo" y su despacho lo preside el Che Guevara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jorge Marirrodriga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1630969815080559731?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1630969815080559731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1630969815080559731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1630969815080559731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1630969815080559731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/lderes.html' title='Líderes'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhUuJIERWEI/AAAAAAAAADs/b3ROOOJ6MJs/s72-c/12lunes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1646380537759668224</id><published>2007-04-04T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:16.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veedor 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhOM-IERWDI/AAAAAAAAADk/f2dKJ_nYAmU/s1600-h/IMGP5931ad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049534606157633586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhOM-IERWDI/AAAAAAAAADk/f2dKJ_nYAmU/s400/IMGP5931ad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Más de 6.000 huevos y cuatro días de fiesta culinaria. De ellos, 4.000 serán utilizados por el cocinero Martín Berasategi para elaborar una tortilla de patatas gigante; todo con motivo de la primera fiesta del huevo que se celebra en Tolosa (Guipúzcoa) entre el jueves 5 y el domingo 8 de abril. La preparación y degustación gratuita de la gran tortilla tendrá lugar el viernes día 6 entre las 10.00 y las 12.00 en la plaza del Triángulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrés S. Braun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1646380537759668224?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1646380537759668224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1646380537759668224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1646380537759668224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1646380537759668224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/veedor-2.html' title='Veedor 2'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhOM-IERWDI/AAAAAAAAADk/f2dKJ_nYAmU/s72-c/IMGP5931ad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4074662163043066194</id><published>2007-04-02T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:16.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhEjgEuIS4I/AAAAAAAAADc/r34Uohlu8F0/s1600-h/caracol2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048855691189046146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhEjgEuIS4I/AAAAAAAAADc/r34Uohlu8F0/s400/caracol2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CittaSlow es un sello de calidad turística que lucen 60 localidades de seis países. Otras 60 están esperando obtenerlo, entre ellas cuatro españolas, Mungia, en el País Vasco y Pals, Palafrugell y Begur en el Bajo Ampurdán. Para conseguir el sello, que visualmente es un caracol con edificios en la chepa, hay que cumplir una serie de requisitos: un centro cerrado al tráfico, venta de productos artesanales, una gastronomía autóctona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Patricia Gosálvez&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4074662163043066194?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4074662163043066194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4074662163043066194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4074662163043066194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4074662163043066194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/04/slow.html' title='Slow'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RhEjgEuIS4I/AAAAAAAAADc/r34Uohlu8F0/s72-c/caracol2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4885149561311155363</id><published>2007-03-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:16.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highgate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgwFREuIS3I/AAAAAAAAADU/bnhylLPgdUM/s1600-h/IMGP9935aad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047415073258621810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgwFREuIS3I/AAAAAAAAADU/bnhylLPgdUM/s400/IMGP9935aad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres, agosto de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En el Highgate Cemetery está la tumba de Karl Marx. En la zona Este. Cobran entrada. Y es tradicional contar que si uno quiere hacer fotos debe pagar una libra más. Contado queda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4885149561311155363?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4885149561311155363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4885149561311155363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4885149561311155363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4885149561311155363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/highgate.html' title='Highgate'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgwFREuIS3I/AAAAAAAAADU/bnhylLPgdUM/s72-c/IMGP9935aad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-924361801768318579</id><published>2007-03-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:17.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rgq7jUuIS2I/AAAAAAAAADM/tp4IZuB8OZM/s1600-h/casa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047052547954068322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rgq7jUuIS2I/AAAAAAAAADM/tp4IZuB8OZM/s400/casa1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, octubre de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"En años venideros, nuestro bienestar individual y colectivo va a depender cada vez más de nuestra capacidad de entender que la biosfera del planeta es nuestro hogar común".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremy Rifkin, autor de &lt;em&gt;El sueño europeo: Cómo la visión europea del futuro está eclipsando el sueño americano&lt;/em&gt; (Ediciones Paidós).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-924361801768318579?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/924361801768318579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=924361801768318579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/924361801768318579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/924361801768318579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rgq7jUuIS2I/AAAAAAAAADM/tp4IZuB8OZM/s72-c/casa1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2121732897887156835</id><published>2007-03-27T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:17.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If not for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RglnyxrwE5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/k_Md6XQTKRs/s1600-h/30viernesa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046678979473314706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RglnyxrwE5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/k_Md6XQTKRs/s400/30viernesa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not for you,Babe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't find the door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couldn't even see the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd be sad and blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Winter would have no spring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Couldn't hear the robin sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wouldn't have a clue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway it wouldn't ring true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Si no fuera por ti, no podría encontrar la puerta, no podría ver el suelo, estaría triste y abatido, si no fuera por ti. Si no fuera por ti, el invierno no tendría primavera, no podría oír cantar al petirrojo, no tendría idea de nada y, en cualquier caso, nada sería verdad, si no fuera por ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan, If not for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2121732897887156835?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2121732897887156835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2121732897887156835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2121732897887156835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2121732897887156835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-not-for-you.html' title='If not for you'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RglnyxrwE5I/AAAAAAAAAC0/k_Md6XQTKRs/s72-c/30viernesa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3139020330315344150</id><published>2007-03-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:17.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Números mágicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWLexrwE2I/AAAAAAAAACc/LRxOUfHobjA/s1600-h/IMGP0539a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045592318387688290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWLexrwE2I/AAAAAAAAACc/LRxOUfHobjA/s400/IMGP0539a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWLVBrwE1I/AAAAAAAAACU/rGNAzAhjxSk/s1600-h/num+23+mar+05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045592150883963730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWLVBrwE1I/AAAAAAAAACU/rGNAzAhjxSk/s400/num+23+mar+05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWKmhrwE0I/AAAAAAAAACM/mBozZ7PHUXw/s1600-h/num+25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045591352020046658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWKmhrwE0I/AAAAAAAAACM/mBozZ7PHUXw/s400/num+25.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sierra de Málaga, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la Kábala existen los 22 arcanos mayores y cada uno de ellos tiene su significado. Cuando el número es mayor a 22, se suman sus cifras hasta obtener uno comprendido entre el 1 y el 22. El 17 es la esperanza. El 5, la ley divina, el karma. El 7, el triunfo con guerras y luchas, dolor y amarguras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3139020330315344150?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3139020330315344150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3139020330315344150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3139020330315344150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3139020330315344150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/nmeros-mgicos.html' title='Números mágicos'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgWLexrwE2I/AAAAAAAAACc/LRxOUfHobjA/s72-c/IMGP0539a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3082928125165146554</id><published>2007-03-23T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:18.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgQLoxrwEzI/AAAAAAAAACE/UtW5YrEJLiQ/s1600-h/allyou+need.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045170277721314098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgQLoxrwEzI/AAAAAAAAACE/UtW5YrEJLiQ/s400/allyou+need.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chipiona, octubre de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El manuscrito de la canción de los Beatles &lt;em&gt;All you need is love&lt;/em&gt; fue vendido en julio de 2005 en Londres por más de 880.000 euros, en la mayor subasta de objetos del cantante del grupo John Lennon realizada en 20 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3082928125165146554?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3082928125165146554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3082928125165146554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3082928125165146554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3082928125165146554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-you-need.html' title='all you need'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgQLoxrwEzI/AAAAAAAAACE/UtW5YrEJLiQ/s72-c/allyou+need.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-9104145069438910414</id><published>2007-03-22T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:18.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cielos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgKG_RrwEwI/AAAAAAAAABs/AiD9RBfqoRg/s1600-h/202+9ago.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044742954245165826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgKG_RrwEwI/AAAAAAAAABs/AiD9RBfqoRg/s400/202+9ago.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, agosto de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Bush quiso ver la Batalla de Argel, de Gillo Pontecorvo, para aprender sobre la guerra contra el terrorismo. Ahora sería bueno que viera La vida de los otros, de Florian Henckel, donde algo podría aprender sobre la actuación ilegal del Estado, cualquier Estado, y a la vez comprender que el bien y el mal no marcan sus fronteras ni en cielos ni en infiernos sino en los comportamientos concretos de la gente".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lluís Bassets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-9104145069438910414?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/9104145069438910414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=9104145069438910414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9104145069438910414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/9104145069438910414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/cielos.html' title='Cielos'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgKG_RrwEwI/AAAAAAAAABs/AiD9RBfqoRg/s72-c/202+9ago.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4050163153900930951</id><published>2007-03-21T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:18.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El más alto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgFktxrwEvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZnqeZkcNwq8/s1600-h/IMGP6701as.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044423795225400050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgFktxrwEvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZnqeZkcNwq8/s400/IMGP6701as.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chipiona, Cádiz, octubre de 2004.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El faro de Chipiona es el más alto de España, el tercero de Europa y el quinto del mundo. Su altura aproximada desde la base es de 69 metros y para llegar hasta la linterna hay que subir 344 escalones. Se construyó bajo la dirección del ingeniero catalán Jaime Font.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Juan Carlos González, 2º de ESO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4050163153900930951?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4050163153900930951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4050163153900930951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4050163153900930951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4050163153900930951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/el-ms-alto.html' title='El más alto'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgFktxrwEvI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZnqeZkcNwq8/s72-c/IMGP6701as.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-3838932492424847242</id><published>2007-03-20T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:18.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO a la GUERRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgAhiRrwEuI/AAAAAAAAABc/7yMMTkxWLA0/s1600-h/20ago+no+guerra.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044068455401132770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgAhiRrwEuI/AAAAAAAAABc/7yMMTkxWLA0/s400/20ago+no+guerra.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, agosto de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You fasten the triggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For the others to fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then you set back and watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the death count gets higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You hide in your mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As young people's blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Flows out of their bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And is buried in the mud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Vosotros ajustáis todos los gatillos para que otros disparen, luego os apartáis y esperáis; cuando las listas de muertos aumentan, vosotros os escondéis en vuestra mansión mientras la sangre de los jóvenes se escapa de sus cuerpos y se hunde en el barro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan, Masters of War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-3838932492424847242?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/3838932492424847242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=3838932492424847242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3838932492424847242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/3838932492424847242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-la-guerra.html' title='NO a la GUERRA'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RgAhiRrwEuI/AAAAAAAAABc/7yMMTkxWLA0/s72-c/20ago+no+guerra.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2566259340616823356</id><published>2007-03-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:18.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio y Cecilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rf68JA3oxOI/AAAAAAAAABU/kmwanbfcFfA/s1600-h/anto_ceci2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043675495739737314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rf68JA3oxOI/AAAAAAAAABU/kmwanbfcFfA/s400/anto_ceci2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cangas del Narcea, Asturias, verano de 1980&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una vez fui con Antonio al monte. Al poco de salir de Cangas, dejamos a un lado el camino y no volvimos a pisarlo en toda la jornada. Atravesamos prados, bosques, barrizales... lo que se puso por delante. Era su manera de avanzar por la montaña. Yo nunca había caminado así. Salí con él algunas veces más y siempre evitaba los senderos. En ocasiones nos perdíamos, pero él acababa por encontrar la salida. "Esto me suena". Era su frase cuando, perdidos y buscando cómo abandonar un bosque, pasábamos por delante de un &lt;em&gt;regueiro&lt;/em&gt; o de un árbol retorcido. Eso es lo que más recuerdo de Antonio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2566259340616823356?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2566259340616823356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2566259340616823356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2566259340616823356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2566259340616823356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/antonio-y-cecilia.html' title='Antonio y Cecilia'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rf68JA3oxOI/AAAAAAAAABU/kmwanbfcFfA/s72-c/anto_ceci2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-4539741875772283750</id><published>2007-03-16T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:19.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orsay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfrlxQ3oxNI/AAAAAAAAABM/mGMDuejYZB8/s1600-h/orsay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042595367299368146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfrlxQ3oxNI/AAAAAAAAABM/mGMDuejYZB8/s400/orsay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los impresionistas abolen el concepto de la perspectiva euclidiana que había regido el concepto de la pintura hasta entonces. Por eso desaparece el primitivo punto de fuga. Apuestan por una pintura plana y bidimensional porque en realidad es como percibe nuestra retina. Lo anticipó Manet con su Pífano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;spanisharts.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-4539741875772283750?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/4539741875772283750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=4539741875772283750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4539741875772283750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/4539741875772283750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/orsay.html' title='Orsay'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfrlxQ3oxNI/AAAAAAAAABM/mGMDuejYZB8/s72-c/orsay.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-392693706660471073</id><published>2007-03-15T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:19.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Colonial 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfmmAQ3oxMI/AAAAAAAAABE/bgG71XgBfJY/s1600-h/colonial+jul05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042243781276517570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfmmAQ3oxMI/AAAAAAAAABE/bgG71XgBfJY/s400/colonial+jul05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, julio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El elemento más característico de un bar, y también aquél que le da su nombre, es la barra, o mostrador, que es un pequeño muro más o menos a la altura del pecho sobre el que descansa una tabla alargada donde se sirven las bebidas a los clientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-392693706660471073?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/392693706660471073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=392693706660471073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/392693706660471073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/392693706660471073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/la-colonial-3.html' title='La Colonial 3'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfmmAQ3oxMI/AAAAAAAAABE/bgG71XgBfJY/s72-c/colonial+jul05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-7479526070586637730</id><published>2007-03-14T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:19.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rff3oQ3oxKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/My_McFwmzeY/s1600-h/098+11abr.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041770578959713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rff3oQ3oxKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/My_McFwmzeY/s400/098+11abr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, abril de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hace poco más de dos años, la bahía de Cádiz vibraba al grito de "Astilleros no se cierra". La enésima crisis que sufría la industria naval de la provincia se cerró entonces con 1.100 prejubilaciones y una reestructuración del trabajo entre las plantas de Puerto Real, San Fernando y Cádiz, que esquivaron la privatización. Hoy las tres factorías de Navantia tienen carga de trabajo asegurada para los próximos cinco años, pero el grito no ha cesado. Sólo que ahora los trabajadores gaditanos gritan "Delphi no se cierra".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Libertad Paloma, El País&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-7479526070586637730?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/7479526070586637730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=7479526070586637730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7479526070586637730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/7479526070586637730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/ocaso.html' title='Ocaso'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/Rff3oQ3oxKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/My_McFwmzeY/s72-c/098+11abr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8914875116520224766</id><published>2007-03-13T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:19.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Trabi en París</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfcF1A3oxJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eXZp8FF1P4c/s1600-h/trabi1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041504716189123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfcF1A3oxJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eXZp8FF1P4c/s400/trabi1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El Trabant nació a finales de los 50 en un intento de conjugar en un solo modelo los beneficios de un coche familiar con el bajo coste de una motocicleta. Fue en 1957, el mismo año del Sputnik, el primer satélite en orbitar la Tierra, de ahí el nombre de Trabant (satélite en alemán). El Trabi acabó sus días cuando cayó el muro de Berlín y los alemanes orientales pudieron comprar coches más modernos. Pero aún quedan unos cuantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8914875116520224766?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8914875116520224766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8914875116520224766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8914875116520224766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8914875116520224766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/un-trabi-en-pars.html' title='Un Trabi en París'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfcF1A3oxJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eXZp8FF1P4c/s72-c/trabi1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-2887557702958572985</id><published>2007-03-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:20.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>María José y Fabián</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWhAg3oxII/AAAAAAAAAAk/pn5UWgVncqY/s1600-h/167+28jun05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041112388106503298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWhAg3oxII/AAAAAAAAAAk/pn5UWgVncqY/s400/167+28jun05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cádiz, junio de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Try imagining a place where it's always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;safe and warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Come in," she said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I'll give you shelter from the storm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Intenta imaginarte un lugar donde siempre se esté a salvo y caliente. “Entra”, dijo ella, “te daré cobijo frente a la tormenta”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bob Dylan, Shelter from the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-2887557702958572985?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/2887557702958572985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=2887557702958572985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2887557702958572985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/2887557702958572985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/mara-jos-y-fabin.html' title='María José y Fabián'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWhAg3oxII/AAAAAAAAAAk/pn5UWgVncqY/s72-c/167+28jun05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-8861668978542558405</id><published>2007-03-12T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:20.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airbus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWMZw3oxHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5DUa4sY0710/s1600-h/airbus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041089732154016882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWMZw3oxHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5DUa4sY0710/s400/airbus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puerto Real, Cádiz, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El Airbus A380 tiene la misma longitud que ocho autobuses londinenses de dos pisos y tiene en sus alas el suficiente espacio como para aparcar 70 coches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-8861668978542558405?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/8861668978542558405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=8861668978542558405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8861668978542558405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/8861668978542558405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/airbus.html' title='Airbus'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWMZw3oxHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5DUa4sY0710/s72-c/airbus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-1342831653707212027</id><published>2007-03-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:20.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jardín de las Tullerías</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWHCg3oxGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4wTWUJLgyg/s1600-h/tullerÃ&amp;shy;as1b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041083835163919458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWHCg3oxGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4wTWUJLgyg/s400/tuller%C3%ADas1b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;París, agosto de 2004&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El terreno fue comprado por Catalina de Médicis en 1563 para trazar en él un jardín a la inglesa. Embellecido por Le Nôtre en 1663, el actual jardín de las Tullerías comprende dos vastos sectores atravesados por un paseo central bordeado por grandes parterres ornados con esculturas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-1342831653707212027?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/1342831653707212027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=1342831653707212027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1342831653707212027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/1342831653707212027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/jardn-de-las-tulleras.html' title='Jardín de las Tullerías'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfWHCg3oxGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J4wTWUJLgyg/s72-c/tuller%C3%ADas1b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-6539185600728739759</id><published>2007-03-12T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:04:20.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retorno a Grazalema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfVUPg3oxFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/12hvHLn-tvc/s1600-h/trineo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041027983409202258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfVUPg3oxFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/12hvHLn-tvc/s400/trineo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grazalema, Cádiz, enero de 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y si la nieve viene o no viene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si la especulación se mantiene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qué más da, Qué más da,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si la montaña tiene o no tiene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El dividendo es mi profeta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo me quedo en la cuneta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y que canten los poetas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Coplas al Portalet de un aficionado anónimo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-6539185600728739759?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/6539185600728739759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=6539185600728739759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6539185600728739759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/6539185600728739759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/03/retorno-grazalema.html' title='Retorno a Grazalema'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sCZgdhZQif4/RfVUPg3oxFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/12hvHLn-tvc/s72-c/trineo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37128094.post-117095625349572707</id><published>2007-02-08T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:20:13.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerez en primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotos: Tano Ramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/1600/140215/ssjerez08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/400/3805/ssjerez08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/1600/364272/ssjerez07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/400/176029/ssjerez07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/1600/703210/ssjerez06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/400/349325/ssjerez06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/1600/632779/ssjerez05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2894/4164/400/190775/ssjerez05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerez, Cádiz, marzo de 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El Cristo de las Melenas sale el Viernes Santo de la Ermita de San Telmo, patrón de los barqueros. La procesión pasa por la plaza de las Angustias al salir de su barrio, San Telmo. El origen marino de la cofradía lo reflejan la red que adorna el paso del Cristo y también el tocado que lucen los cargadores en forma de bacalao seco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37128094-117095625349572707?l=tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/feeds/117095625349572707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37128094&amp;postID=117095625349572707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/117095625349572707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37128094/posts/default/117095625349572707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramos-mybackpages.blogspot.com/2007/02/jerez-en-primavera_08.html' title='Jerez en primavera'/><author><name>Tano Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01020342221017125600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
