<?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-139839637840878028</id><updated>2011-11-23T10:09:14.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué significa epicureo?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-1583469717830848441</id><published>2011-02-20T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T15:47:35.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Para mi han sido todo un descubrimiento:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:monospace, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ROxIDHP7aFA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/album/4sLCQxMRfn3gAHrBNZtbTH"&gt;Talking Heads – Speaking In Tongues [w/Bonus Tracks]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-1583469717830848441?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/1583469717830848441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-heads.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/1583469717830848441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/1583469717830848441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-heads.html' title='Talking Heads'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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://img.youtube.com/vi/ROxIDHP7aFA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-2772022625165967585</id><published>2011-01-31T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T03:23:13.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieza de Animacion</title><content type='html'>Muy buena idea, y muy buena animacion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/5734105?byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ff0179" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-2772022625165967585?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/2772022625165967585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2011/01/pieza-de-animacion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/2772022625165967585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/2772022625165967585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2011/01/pieza-de-animacion.html' title='Pieza de Animacion'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-4763919326102915723</id><published>2011-01-27T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T08:15:06.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webs interesantes de diseño sonoro</title><content type='html'>Algunas están orientadas un poquito mas a la música, y otras están totalmente dedicadas al mundo de la postproducción:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://designingsound.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Esta es buenísima, la lleva la misma persona que escribe Fotogramas Sonoros en Hispasonic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://soundworkscollection.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Productora que se dedica a hacer vídeos acerca de postproducción de audio. Todos son realmente piezas exquisitas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://www.musicofsound.co.nz/blog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Este es de los que mas actualizados estan, realmene interesante. Habla un poquito de musica, se diseño sonoro, de cine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://audiocookbook.org/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta esta enfocada sobre todo a la música experimental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://jedsound.com/blog/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tipo que escribe esto parece controlar muchisimo, habla mucho del Kymo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://www.dynamicinterference.com/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este sitio tiene la particularidad de que cada mes hacen un concurso relacionado con el diseño de sonido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;http://www.musicofsound.co.nz/blog/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este es de los que mas actualizados están, realmente interesante. Habla un poquito de música, se diseño sonoro, de cine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias a Antonio por decirme que leia mi blog desde Nueva york. Me he animado a seguir escribiendo un poquito.&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/139839637840878028-4763919326102915723?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/4763919326102915723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2011/01/webs-interesantes-de-diseno-sonoro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/4763919326102915723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/4763919326102915723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2011/01/webs-interesantes-de-diseno-sonoro.html' title='Webs interesantes de diseño sonoro'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-5220117794309444947</id><published>2010-05-11T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:57:55.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devorahombres</title><content type='html'>Hoy te he vuelto a conocer.&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma ha quebrado por un momento, cuando me he dado cuenta de ti&lt;br /&gt;y estaré raro el resto de la semana.&lt;br /&gt;No se si me he enamorado o estoy cachondo, ahora es lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelirroja esta vez&lt;br /&gt;anunciando sin querer tu pasión, parece que vallas a muerte y más&lt;br /&gt;y que lo oculto brille para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos miran al alma mientras hablamos, aunque sea de trabajo&lt;br /&gt;porque tu juegas cuando trabajas,&lt;br /&gt;pero solo ven lo que quieren: mi lujuria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras ya no están medidas&lt;br /&gt;pues tienen la inercia de los años&lt;br /&gt;luego jugamos a lo que quieras, me dices&lt;br /&gt;y te ríes al caer en tu gracia, para facilitar la locura.&lt;br /&gt;Mejor el doble que la mitad, eso ya lo aprendí hace mucho tiempo,  demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me miras al alma con lujuria,&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo como te enteraste de lo que te decía.&lt;br /&gt;Yo casi no podía hablarte sabiendo que me mirabas.&lt;br /&gt;Devorahombres, tu si que sabes captarnos&lt;br /&gt;y ya no se si estoy enamorado o estoy cachondo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Devorahombres'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-7786909482981389090</id><published>2010-04-18T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:59:19.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En las nubes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10785503&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10785503&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10785503"&gt;En las nubes&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/arturoquesada"&gt;Arturo Quesada López&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-7786909482981389090?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/7786909482981389090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2010/04/en-las-nubes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/7786909482981389090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/7786909482981389090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2010/04/en-las-nubes.html' title='En las nubes'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-5509487578081086353</id><published>2010-04-08T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T05:04:55.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases que no recuerdo porqué escribi en un cuaderno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Tal vez no derroche simpatía lo que se dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;perdóname, me creo mas de lo que soy, aunque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;se que soy mas de lo que creo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;A ti también te quiero, y me gustaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;que pudieses sentir ese amor sin que tenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;que romper las barreras de mi mundo por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Tal vez sea eso lo que me da miedo, liberarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;del Ego, que sin querer he escrito en mayúsculas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/S740hH8LyRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7DPjIVMydcI/s1600/quartc+cap+3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 95px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/S740hH8LyRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7DPjIVMydcI/s400/quartc+cap+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457857542091426066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas locuras cuando consiga sacarlas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-5509487578081086353?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/5509487578081086353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2010/04/frases-que-no-recuerdo-porque-escribi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/5509487578081086353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/5509487578081086353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2010/04/frases-que-no-recuerdo-porque-escribi.html' title='Frases que no recuerdo porqué escribi en un cuaderno'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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/_OzqmZhlNJtM/S740hH8LyRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7DPjIVMydcI/s72-c/quartc+cap+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-4435579419215784249</id><published>2010-03-08T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T04:27:13.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos de un dibujo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dibujar mola, pero hacer fotos de dibujos mola mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-2528099248765240545</id><published>2009-11-11T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:42:47.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado con los permisos</title><content type='html'>¡¡¡ATENCION: POST PURAMENTE TÉCNICO, PELIGRO DE COÑAZO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es un mensaje para los usuarios de ordenadores Mac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se os ocurra nunca dar permiso a todos los usuarios desde el menú de información de un disco duro, y menos aun decirle luego que lo aplique a todas las carpetas contenidas. Este se jode. El resultado puede ser que la próxima vez que enciendas el ordenador se quede en un bucle infinito de reinicios, del cuál la única manera de salir es reinstalando el sistema operativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que estas maquinas, aun distando mucho de los Pc´s no son perfectas, pero la verdad es que me parece un poco fuerte que algo tan sencillo de hacer, y que parece tan inocuo, sea tan peligroso para el ordenador: ¡Y es que de verdad te lo jode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo dicho, mucho cuidadito con los permisos del Mac, que he tenido una cagada importante en el curro gracias ha ellos tenemos que hacer un curro de la leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por si aun asi os pasa que el Mac se os queda en bucle de reinicio infinito por haber cambiado los permisos, os explicare como lo estamos solucionando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solucion cuando se tiene un disco solo para el sistema:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por suerte allí tenemos un disco duro nuevecito en el que pocos días antes habíamos instalado el sistema operativo, y no tenia nada de información relevante, pues esta la guardamos en un disco solo para eso. Así que simplemente reinstalamos el sistema. Claro que ahora ese sistema no lo reconocen los otros discos, con lo que tenemos que pasar toda la información de los discos de datos a otro, para formatearlos y luego devolverla. Por suerte no es nuestro caso, pero como te pille con prisa, estas jodido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solución si solo tienes un disco duro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes que entrar como usuario Root, que ademas tendrás que hacer de una forma especial, porque no puedes acceder de entrada al sistema. Una vez lo hallas hecho y estés dentro, pasas toda la información importante a un disco duro, y a formatear se ha dicho. Porque incluso aunque pudieses reparar los permisos, el sistema ya puede estar tocado, y en ese caso estarías currando sobre un sistema inestable que te puede traicionar en cualquier momento.  No queremos eso. ¿Verdad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he probado a utilizar la unidad de reparación de discos arrancando desde el CD, pero aunque funciones es recomendable formatear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repito, para evitar que esto pase, no tocar mas de lo necesarios los permisos de escritura lectura de ninguna carpeta ni archivo, pero en ningún caso, bajo ninguna circunstancia, cambiarlo para un disco duro entero, y menos aplicar a todas las subcarpetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero a alguien esta información le sirva de ayuda, y pueda evitarle sustos y trabajo innecesario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-2528099248765240545?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/2528099248765240545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuidado-con-los-permisos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/2528099248765240545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/2528099248765240545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuidado-con-los-permisos.html' title='Cuidado con los permisos'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-1180977342793479709</id><published>2009-11-07T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:05:50.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praxinoscopio y Zootropo</title><content type='html'>A todos los que os interese la fotografia, os recomiendo que visiteis el blog de la Escuela de Fotografia de Sevilla. No se quien es el profesor que lleva el blog, ¡pero muchisimas gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://escuelafotosevilla.blogspot.com"&gt;Escuela de Fotografia de Sevilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8X0sHS0g8A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8X0sHS0g8A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-1180977342793479709?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/1180977342793479709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/11/praxinoscopio-y-zootropo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/1180977342793479709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/1180977342793479709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/11/praxinoscopio-y-zootropo.html' title='Praxinoscopio y Zootropo'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-2986876201846140325</id><published>2009-10-20T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:00:16.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little piece of misunderstanding using only the black keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; 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Como profesional, me siento muy orgulloso de haber trabajado en este proyecto, y me ha resultado absolutamente fascinante y bonito estar presente durante el proceso de creación del disco, daba gusto ver trabajar a la banda, en serio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso, aunque lo para mi  requeteescuchado ya, tenia muchas ganas de que saliese a la venta, y poder verlo en toda su plenitud, con portadita y todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En serio, es un gran disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero lo disfruteis en el Spotify...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glez: demos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://open.spotify.com/album/7F1LWF3OCLVZbLGDME41xE"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/StzP1WBUiUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OGIoDxomz-U/s400/m_bd55a9d1fa3f490caae1591717ecd6aa.gif" alt="" 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;TRIBUTE TO BLADE RUNNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/StHRQMBzYPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4hV6Fc8Pw1s/s1600-h/Capture_00029-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/StHRQMBzYPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/4hV6Fc8Pw1s/s400/Capture_00029-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391320304976093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LIGHT SHOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/StHRQl-k5NI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LdjOd0raPYw/s1600-h/Capture_00034-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: 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title='Q'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Ss9MoC5ingI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Ke9JacFYHRM/s72-c/long+exposure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-4290025307578280827</id><published>2009-09-24T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:01:47.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche en blanco 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-2908614350946559512</id><published>2009-09-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:37:29.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERES GUAPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque puedo ver la bondad en tus ojos, y tus buenas intenciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque tus ojos son cataratas del torrente de tu alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque me has devuelto esa sonrisa que ambos necesitabamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres joven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque eres madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque te gusta jugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque sabes lo que quieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque veo nuestra vida juntos mientras sigues tu camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guapa porque si,&lt;br /&gt;guapa porque eres diferente,&lt;br /&gt;guapa porque eres una mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque hace sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque estoy contento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque existe la musica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;porque existe el corazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres guapa,&lt;br /&gt;por ser quien eres.&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/139839637840878028-2908614350946559512?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/2908614350946559512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-2033288536414598042</id><published>2009-08-28T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:40:51.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos de antes del verano...</title><content type='html'>Jeshoes&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb9ApNxfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_pEHvmFQv6o/s1600-h/MODERN+SHOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb9ApNxfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_pEHvmFQv6o/s400/MODERN+SHOE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147258969703922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb8hJTk6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V8-rM35FqfI/s1600-h/CONSTANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb8hJTk6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/V8-rM35FqfI/s400/CONSTANT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147250514367394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Light saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb8EBGFoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DAZnDJNSA_Y/s1600-h/SABLE+AND+NOISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb8EBGFoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DAZnDJNSA_Y/s400/SABLE+AND+NOISE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147242695300738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb74_opBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5lZhVr38pS0/s1600-h/SUSPICIOUS+MINDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb74_opBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/5lZhVr38pS0/s400/SUSPICIOUS+MINDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147239736386578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you less expect it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb7abf2XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NcG-ho1tY1E/s1600-h/WHEN+YOU+LESS+EXPECT+IT+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb7abf2XI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NcG-ho1tY1E/s400/WHEN+YOU+LESS+EXPECT+IT+II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375147231531751794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-2033288536414598042?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/2033288536414598042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fotos-de-antes-del-verano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/2033288536414598042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/2033288536414598042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fotos-de-antes-del-verano.html' title='Fotos de antes del verano...'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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/_OzqmZhlNJtM/Sphb9ApNxfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_pEHvmFQv6o/s72-c/MODERN+SHOE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-6135518831435982353</id><published>2009-06-30T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:27:08.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DEFINIRSE Y POSICIONARSE LIMITA LA LIBERTAD DE LAS PERSONAS. SEAMOS INMENSOS Y FLEXIBLES.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-6135518831435982353?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/6135518831435982353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/06/definirse-y-posicionarse-limita-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/6135518831435982353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/6135518831435982353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/06/definirse-y-posicionarse-limita-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-331526948947844541</id><published>2009-06-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:25:21.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De un salón de baile por el que pase salio a mi encuentro una violenta música de jazz, ruda y cálida como el vaho de carne cruda. Me quede parado un instante: siempre tuvo esta clase de música, aunque la excretaba tanto, un secreto atractivo para mi. [...] llegaba con su rudo y alegre salvajismo también hondamente hasta el mundo de mis instintos, y respiraba una honrada e ingenua sensualidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lobo estepario, Hermann Hesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-331526948947844541?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/331526948947844541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-un-salon-de-baile-por-el-que-pase.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/331526948947844541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/331526948947844541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/06/de-un-salon-de-baile-por-el-que-pase.html' title=''/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139839637840878028.post-743733560977237147</id><published>2009-06-30T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:16:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Ningún placer es algo malo en sí", Epicuro continua diciéndonos en sus Doctrinas Principales, "pero los medios que producen algunos placeres conllevan alteraciones que muchas veces son mayores que los mismos placeres". Para ayudar a la especie humana a escoger sabiamente sus placeres, sabemos que Epicuro escribió un libro titulado "Sobre opción y abstinencia", pero este manuscrito no ha llegado a nosotros. Afortunadamente, sí contamos con otros trabajos suyos (junto con los comentarios de otros seguidores del epicureísmo a través de la historia), suficientes para capacitarnos en la reconstrucción de sus buenos consejos. Una máxima que ha llegado hasta nosotros, tomada de las Doctrinas Principales, sirve como buen punto de partida: "Entre los deseos, algunos son naturales y necesarios, algunos naturales y no necesarios, y otros ni naturales ni necesarios, sólo consagrados a la opinión vana". Nuestra disposición hacia cada uno de estos casos determina si estamos aptos para intensificar o minar nuestra felicidad a través del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.atomic-swerve.net/jardin/hedonismo.html&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/139839637840878028-743733560977237147?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/743733560977237147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ningun-placer-es-algo-malo-en-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/743733560977237147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fervientemente escapar de la realidad que era su vida por unos días.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que eso, necesitaba pensar un poco, reflexionar sobre lo que era su vida. Le daba miedo viajar solo, porque tenia miedo a la soledad. Aunque solía idealizar imágenes de el mismo con sus pensamientos, tenia pavor a la soledad, y eso se manifestaba en su vida. por eso estaba buscando la mejor opción, para al menos salir a tomar otros aires unos días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;últimamente Felipe, notaba que las cosas aveces llegaban por si solas, tenia la sensacion de haber estado trabajando bastante bien si vida en los últimos tiempos, y que esta era una época de cosecha. Por supuesto Felipe tenia momentos mejores y peores, p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Quiero hacer caca! decía Jeremy impaciente a su padre, que hurgaba dentro del cerrojo con un destornillador. ¡Calla niño! llego a balbucear su padre entre muecas de esfuerzo,  en realidad la inteligibilidad era tan escasa que el niño solo entendió a su padre por su memoria, de haber oido tantas veces aquello.  El padre de Jeremy estaba totalmente absorto en la cerradura, tenia la espalda totalmente doblada, estaba poniendo la vista muy cerca de la cerradura, en la que ya tenia el destornillador metido. Era un hombre no muy corpulento, sin trabajo desde hace 2 años, ni tampoco muy grande. Tenia maneras ariscas, por haber trabajado toda su vida como vendedor de energía física humana, es decir: en la construcción, o como ayudante del chatarrero local, en un matadero, siempre vendiendo la energía física de su persona, su mente no había tenido mucho juego en su vida laboral la verdad, y tampoco en su vida en general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El padre de Jeremy nació en en un pequeño pueblo a las afueras de una ciudad, de padre albañil y madre asustada no fue a la escuela mas de lo necesario. Simplemente no veía sentido en estudiar pudiendo empezar a ganar dinero cuanto antes. Nadie le contó que las escuelas forman a las personas, y las hacen mas aptas para llevar a cabo tareas mas complejas, y que por lo tanto se pagan mejor que a las personas que solo saben hacer lo que puede hacer la mayoría de la gente. Siendo así este empezó a trabajar en los campos que rodeaban este pueblo agrícola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"En realidad, nadie quiere escuchar historias tristes, la gente suele querer hacer las cosas para divertirse y pasarlo bien, el que escribe historias tristes es un puto morboso".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le dijo el abuelo de Jeremy al padre de Jeremy un día, este no supo ni siquiera a que venia, y lo dejo pasar sin mucha cavilación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que el niño quería ir al baño, y su padre que era un autentico desperdicio humano no dejaba al niño pasar porque estaba empeñado en arreglar el cerrojo del baño porque la parienta le había dicho que era poco hombre por no hacerlo, solo como fastidio, y este en realidad se sentía un poco así porque llevaba mucho tiempo sin trabajo, que en realidad se lo merecía porque se había esforzado muy poco en los trabajos durante toda su vida, y el día que se callo del andamio y se fracturo los 2 brazos y una pierna de maneras muy jodidas no se había puesto ni casco, ni se corto de emborracharse antes de ir a trabajar, ni se puso arnés. Es mas, debería estar agradecido de estar vivo. ¡Y si no que se suicidase Joder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas son las locuras de un hombre cansado, ¿tienen sentido las locuras si no son intimas? ¿son entonces locuras verdaderas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/139839637840878028-7404523081590663949?l=quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/feeds/7404523081590663949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-libertad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/7404523081590663949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/139839637840878028/posts/default/7404523081590663949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesignificaepicureo.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-libertad.html' title='La libertad'/><author><name>Arturo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18254006675575590898</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>
