<?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-589293682091940535</id><updated>2011-09-30T11:19:29.127-04:00</updated><category term='agua'/><category term='ñatitas'/><category term='water'/><category term='Trinidad'/><category term='wonder'/><category term='alasita'/><category term='andean'/><category term='cultura'/><category term='calaveras'/><category term='lago'/><category term='lake'/><category term='bolivia'/><category term='titicaca'/><category term='muertos'/><category term='inundaciones'/><category term='maravilla'/><category term='andes'/><category term='rituales'/><title type='text'>BOLIVIA FOTOGRAFICA</title><subtitle type='html'>whispering images...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-5642758740548983267</id><published>2009-09-03T09:12:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:22:23.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El "viene y va" de la COCA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_EKdT1AgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ww_FRgsKcTQ/s1600-h/hojas+de+coca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377232164049191426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_EKdT1AgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ww_FRgsKcTQ/s400/hojas+de+coca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En tiempos en los que la coca y la cocaína se interrelacionan, a veces mucho y a veces nada, de acuerdo a la posición política y a la cosmo-visión, encuentro sano dar una mirada “objetiva” a la hoja de coca. Pero una mirada a través del cristal de mi lente, ya sea un teleobjetivo o un gran angular, o simplemente una mirada atenta para conocer el lugar donde se la cultiva, el terreno y su preparación (que no había sido tan fácil como lo pintan), quiénes lo hacen y cómo lo hacen, y finalmente que uso le dan….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_Fwk-0UJI/AAAAAAAAARw/vhRGyX3i08k/s1600-h/Sud-Yungas+paisaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377233918455206034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_Fwk-0UJI/AAAAAAAAARw/vhRGyX3i08k/s320/Sud-Yungas+paisaje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resulta que la producción de hoja de coca está avasallando los Yungas paceños. Lo que en otro tiempo fueron bosques semi-tropicales, hoy son terrazas que decoran geométricamente el paisaje yungueño. Cultivo tradicional le llaman, en el terrazeado del terreno se construye la base del wachu (escalón) y la umacha (cama para plantar). Esto permite al almácigo crecer seguro y cubierto hasta el período de la cosecha que es realizada generalmente por los niños y mujeres de la familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I4nFyZxI/AAAAAAAAASI/J5FkIevfAGo/s1600-h/empalador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377237354995148562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I4nFyZxI/AAAAAAAAASI/J5FkIevfAGo/s200/empalador.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I3TJ7zCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mliKlbGckBE/s1600-h/cocal+vac%C3%ADo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377237332463963170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I3TJ7zCI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mliKlbGckBE/s200/cocal+vac%C3%ADo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I5JYu13I/AAAAAAAAASQ/WBq7nZrs2UU/s1600-h/coca+recien+plantada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377237364201412466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I5JYu13I/AAAAAAAAASQ/WBq7nZrs2UU/s200/coca+recien+plantada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377237342062744770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_I326dlMI/AAAAAAAAASA/31ZiLeHm5qA/s200/plantacion+de+coca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_PL-BdenI/AAAAAAAAASY/nSsJ8hLkCZc/s1600-h/cultivo+de+coca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244284638296690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_PL-BdenI/AAAAAAAAASY/nSsJ8hLkCZc/s200/cultivo+de+coca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_PMe4knkI/AAAAAAAAASg/idJXAtd5Ync/s1600-h/Cosechando+coca+Yungas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_Sk4pNQeI/AAAAAAAAATI/sOovJd4Wgy0/s1600-h/mujer+cosechando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377248011226005986" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_Sk4pNQeI/AAAAAAAAATI/sOovJd4Wgy0/s200/mujer+cosechando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posteriormente se hace secar la hoja de coca al sol, ya sea en un kachi (patio enlozado rodeado de paredes) o en redes extendidas en el piso. Girándolas cada cierto tiempo con una escoba de arbusto seco. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_R-Fd5AkI/AAAAAAAAATA/HWBffzinSBc/s1600-h/secando+coca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377247344653304386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_R-Fd5AkI/AAAAAAAAATA/HWBffzinSBc/s320/secando+coca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_RMjUs_WI/AAAAAAAAASo/rPibbTwMRe0/s1600-h/coca+secando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246493674372450" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_RMjUs_WI/AAAAAAAAASo/rPibbTwMRe0/s200/coca+secando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La coca seca se la pesa en saquillas de nylon (ya no prensadas en cubos como lo hacían en años anteriores) y puesta a la venta en todo el país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_RNd9u8FI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0VQLjUeQJ0c/s1600-h/cargando+coca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246509415723090" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_RNd9u8FI/AAAAAAAAAS4/0VQLjUeQJ0c/s200/cargando+coca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_RNBcnb0I/AAAAAAAAASw/qEsFo8pBaf4/s1600-h/comercializadora+Chapare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377246501760626498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_RNBcnb0I/AAAAAAAAASw/qEsFo8pBaf4/s200/comercializadora+Chapare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lejos estoy de saber exactamente el uso que se le da a la cada vez mayor producción de coca (es como ponerle la tapa al lente), pero si he podido verificar el uso tradicional, para el pijchu o boleo como le llaman en el oriente y en los rituales culturales ancestrales. Aymaras, Quechuas y Guaranies…. todos la usan por igual, mezclada con lejía, “bico” (bicarbonato) o esparcida sobre el aguayo en torno a los comunarios, da igual…. Más allá de lo que puedo mostrar está la conciencia de quienes la usan para bien o para mal.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377255504431164306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_ZZDAiK5I/AAAAAAAAATQ/5ls91ENultI/s320/campesino+quechua+pijchando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377255516449847890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_ZZvyAulI/AAAAAAAAATY/9AbRHpndOFI/s320/guarani+pijchando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377255524209763138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_ZaMsHo0I/AAAAAAAAATg/H9hbmGvAdo0/s320/kallawaya+leyendo+en+coca.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377259710743936834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_dN4vpf0I/AAAAAAAAATo/9iHKNxSQDj4/s400/mujeres+aymaras+pijchando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/589293682091940535-5642758740548983267?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/5642758740548983267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/5642758740548983267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-viene-y-va-de-la-coca.html' title='El &quot;viene y va&quot; de la COCA.'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sp_EKdT1AgI/AAAAAAAAARo/Ww_FRgsKcTQ/s72-c/hojas+de+coca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-5436582739697949259</id><published>2009-05-15T10:46:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:55:12.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maravilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titicaca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bolivia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agua'/><title type='text'>La 7ma. Maravilla!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sg2CZJAoXPI/AAAAAAAAARI/JNrXSEjH9Xo/s1600-h/lago+a+colores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sg2CZJAoXPI/AAAAAAAAARI/JNrXSEjH9Xo/s320/lago+a+colores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336064501930810610" border="0" /&gt;Bolivia y todos los bolivianos estamos empeñados en que el Lago Titicaca se convierta en la séptima maravilla del mundo..... y digo yo ¿por qué no?&lt;br /&gt;Si se pasa un cierto tiempo navegando sus aguas y se visitan algunos lugares túristicos, salen a relucir escenas y lugares realmente maravillosos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sg2CZJAoXPI/AAAAAAAAARI/JNrXSEjH9Xo/s1600-h/lago+a+colores.jpg"&gt;No se necesita ser un gran fotografo ni mucho menos, los paisajes están ahí.... cambiando de color según la hora del día, posando para las cámaras y llenando el espíritu de los espectadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No voy a entrar al tema de vibraciones y energía que emanan del lugar sagrado,cuna del imperio incaico, y que tiene a los especialistas en éxtasis.... como a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sg2CZeKuSpI/AAAAAAAAARQ/zfisRXK7ovo/s1600-h/lago+y+cordillera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Maravilla!!!'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sg2CZJAoXPI/AAAAAAAAARI/JNrXSEjH9Xo/s72-c/lago+a+colores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-4193516112215276062</id><published>2009-04-08T16:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:39:48.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Chipayas, cultura milenaria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0aeXew-8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/02BeF0SR2Yk/s1600-h/amanecer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0aeXew-8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/02BeF0SR2Yk/s400/amanecer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322439443623246786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasaron 18 años de cuando conocí los detalles de la cultura Chipaya hasta cuando pisé tierra Chipaya. Pero más allá de mi lento logro, el hecho de poder rescatar con mi lente lo que en teoría conocí, es lo que ahora me impulsa a compartir esta mi grata experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;Los Putukus, nombre de las estructuras de adobe de forma icónica, son los primeros personajes que dan la cara de la ancestral cultura, a decir de los expertos, de las más antiguas en éste lado del continente. Construidas con el ingreso mirando al este, albergan a habitantes que permanecen incólumnes ante el avasallamiento de la globalizacion. Se niegan (las mujeres sobre todo) a vestir con tejidos que no sean los suyos, menos hablar de nylon u otras fibras. Las simbas que trenzan a las mujeres reflejan su paciencia y entereza, que permitirán a las futuras generaciones conservar su idioma (pukina) y sus costumbres.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0az5kuOdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DWzbhA5NlRg/s1600-h/casa+reflejada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0az5kuOdI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DWzbhA5NlRg/s320/casa+reflejada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322439813552290258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0bQ8Ry2BI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HZ6f8qMIV8w/s1600-h/trenzado+chipaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0bQ8Ry2BI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HZ6f8qMIV8w/s320/trenzado+chipaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322440312494413842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos andaban de fiesta, motivo por el cual dejaron su faena agrícola. Siembran quinua y papa, y pese al intenso frío de la región crían camelidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cCJ_0P4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TVmfF0e8aj4/s1600-h/con+banderas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cCJ_0P4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TVmfF0e8aj4/s320/con+banderas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322441157990694786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo más impactante son los hombres, mujeres, niños.... todos los Chipayas que visten tejidos de oveja y alpaca y hablan Pukina. Sus miradas, sus posturas..... iguales a las de cualquier otro ser humano.... con la diferencia que ellos tienen que luchar contra el mundo entero para seguir siendo quienes son... los Chipayas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cC60e35I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WctuHmK4gzQ/s1600-h/apus+chipayas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cC60e35I/AAAAAAAAAQo/WctuHmK4gzQ/s320/apus+chipayas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322441171096493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cCXWeNkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y1-eooyfUaU/s1600-h/mujer+chipaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cCXWeNkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y1-eooyfUaU/s320/mujer+chipaya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322441161575380546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cCjwbkoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CW2fdcdptUU/s1600-h/madre+e+hijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0cCjwbkoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/CW2fdcdptUU/s320/madre+e+hijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322441164905484930" 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/589293682091940535-4193516112215276062?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4193516112215276062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=4193516112215276062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/4193516112215276062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/4193516112215276062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2009/04/los-chipayas-cultura-milenaria.html' title='Los Chipayas, cultura milenaria.'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sd0aeXew-8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/02BeF0SR2Yk/s72-c/amanecer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-7118566209422597694</id><published>2009-01-14T18:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:41:29.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay los Carnavales....quién inventaría!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lOjVIBEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6cX_iRCh5eM/s1600-h/pepino-y-2-cholitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lOjVIBEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6cX_iRCh5eM/s400/pepino-y-2-cholitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277912883332162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lOMDe_oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cwpnAhDmGcQ/s1600-h/ni%C3%B1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lOMDe_oI/AAAAAAAAAPA/cwpnAhDmGcQ/s400/ni%C3%B1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277906635325058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lNyEDzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FA-54c9-7zU/s1600-h/cuetillos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lNyEDzGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FA-54c9-7zU/s400/cuetillos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277899658415202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En Febrero comenzamos nuevamente a respirar los aires carnavalescos.... Para muestra comparto algunas imágenes de los ch'utas paceños, que junto al pepino y los cuetillos, nos incitan al baile y la jarana....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5krUdT6uI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4Bu4vl1cGh0/s1600-h/matrimonio-pepinos-HDR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5krUdT6uI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4Bu4vl1cGh0/s400/matrimonio-pepinos-HDR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291277307595713250" 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/589293682091940535-7118566209422597694?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7118566209422597694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=7118566209422597694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/7118566209422597694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/7118566209422597694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2009/01/ay-los-carnavalesquin-inventara.html' title='Ay los Carnavales....quién inventaría!'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SW5lOjVIBEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/6cX_iRCh5eM/s72-c/pepino-y-2-cholitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-8765928951370118437</id><published>2008-10-27T11:47:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:42:32.052-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rituales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ñatitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calaveras'/><title type='text'>Las Ñatitas.... calaveras en fiesta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYdJASXTHI/AAAAAAAAANI/y19WkZ4xGRg/s1600-h/01+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYdJASXTHI/AAAAAAAAANI/y19WkZ4xGRg/s400/01+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261925255162055794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Éste próximo 8 de Noviembre los cementerios de los creyentes del área andina recibirán la visita de cientos de cráneos muy bien adornados y engalanados, todo esto como parte parte del macabro culto a las ñatitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Según la creencia popular pagana el cráneo de un ser humano tiene la capacidad de cumplir las más exigentes peticiones, siempre y cuando se le venere y trate bien a través de ofrendas. Pueden cuidar la casa de malos espíritus y cualquier energía negativa que deambula por ahí e inclusive de ladrones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYeOG9M-XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1KF6pOvq5qQ/s1600-h/02+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYeOG9M-XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1KF6pOvq5qQ/s400/02+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261926442363320690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¿De dónde provienen tan macabros personajes? Pues tienen un orígen muy variado, fosas comunes, nichos abandonados, cadáveres de cementerios clandestinos, y vaya uno a saber de dónde más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYffBqK4QI/AAAAAAAAANY/yREgQjb_xh8/s1600-h/03+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYffBqK4QI/AAAAAAAAANY/yREgQjb_xh8/s400/03+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261927832510718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ese día. el ocho de noviembre, llegan al camposanto en urnas o nichos muy bien arreglados a recibir la bendición de la iglesia católica, del mismísimo cura que eleva oraciones para que estos cráneos encuentren algun día la paz y el camino a la redención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores, mixtura, comida, los infaltables cigarros (no les preocupa los daños que el tabaco les pueda ocacionar), infaltablemente tiene que estar presente la milenaria hoja de coca y hasta música son las ofrendas que ese día reciben las ñatitas de parte de familias enteras que  cumplen con su ritual a cabalidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYm4hd1psI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ERg6712Nnxg/s1600-h/09+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYm4hd1psI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ERg6712Nnxg/s400/09+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261935967127054018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYphVYZVVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PMVGGqCGeVk/s1600-h/05+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYphVYZVVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PMVGGqCGeVk/s400/05+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261938867280893266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que ver los altares que algunos erigen, mientras otros simplemente cumplen con el rito.  Parecería que no hay que escatimar en gastos para que  Jorgito, Manuelito o Sarita (son  nombres, ficticios o verdaderos, que las calaberas reciben de sus poseedores) se sientan a gusto y puedan en el transcurso del año proteger a estos simples cristianos paganos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYpjkjoMgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kE-pNhfmBn0/s1600-h/06+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYpjkjoMgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kE-pNhfmBn0/s400/06+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261938905714274818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que estar ahí, hay que ver en el lugar,  toda la energía que este rito de la muerte transmite a propios y extraños... a mi me parece al verlas, que hasta se rien de nosotros!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYlTQaZWJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3hCV0C6y7Sc/s1600-h/07+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYlTQaZWJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3hCV0C6y7Sc/s400/07+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261934227382425746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYk_D1D2bI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pO36FhRBis8/s1600-h/08+%C3%B1atitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYk_D1D2bI/AAAAAAAAAN4/pO36FhRBis8/s400/08+%C3%B1atitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261933880407218610" 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/589293682091940535-8765928951370118437?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8765928951370118437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=8765928951370118437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/8765928951370118437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/8765928951370118437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/las-atitas-calaveras-en-fiesta.html' title='Las Ñatitas.... calaveras en fiesta!!!'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SQYdJASXTHI/AAAAAAAAANI/y19WkZ4xGRg/s72-c/01+%C3%B1atitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-4673940482063864672</id><published>2008-08-19T18:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:43:09.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>chicharronero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodrigoaliaga/2715222490/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2715222490_4e16ffa830.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodrigoaliaga/2715222490/"&gt;chicharronero&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rodrigoaliaga/"&gt;softfoqus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/589293682091940535-4673940482063864672?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4673940482063864672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=4673940482063864672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/4673940482063864672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/4673940482063864672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/chicharronero.html' title='chicharronero'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2715222490_4e16ffa830_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-6883055197386418865</id><published>2008-08-11T10:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:45:07.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cruces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodrigoaliaga/2716424081/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2716424081_cd6f256329.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rodrigoaliaga/2716424081/"&gt;cruces&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rodrigoaliaga/"&gt;softfoqus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;En la cima del calvario de Copacabana, a orillas del Lago Titicaca,las cruces de piedra forman una fila.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589293682091940535-6883055197386418865?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6883055197386418865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=6883055197386418865&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/6883055197386418865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/6883055197386418865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/08/cruces.html' title='cruces'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2716424081_cd6f256329_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-7893381704444809051</id><published>2008-07-10T17:45:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:17:46.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TOTORA: Cuenta cuentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaDUVVNYII/AAAAAAAAAII/I3Xy5UfHvgA/s1600-h/Totora-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaDUVVNYII/AAAAAAAAAII/I3Xy5UfHvgA/s400/Totora-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221505203329392770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Totora es un pueblo del valle alto de Cochabamba. Su característica principal es que fue edificado durante el período colonial y hasta el día de hoy mantiene esa estructura, aún cuando el terremoto de 1998 se haya ensañado con las casas y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; el poblado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La mejor forma de recibir información sobre Totora no es solamente de los libros de historia, sino, preguntando a los muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s y los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; balcones que observan pacientemente el pasar de los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;años, las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;migraciones de la gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; jóven a las ciudades y hasta los secretos mejor guardados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaDoSFjzMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NQqTJ7eqDVk/s1600-h/Totora-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaDoSFjzMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NQqTJ7eqDVk/s400/Totora-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221505546055830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaD_OMnawI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NcmkRtU3bTY/s1600-h/Totora-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaD_OMnawI/AAAAAAAAAIY/NcmkRtU3bTY/s400/Totora-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221505940148677378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pasear por las calles de tierra o empedrada transportan al visitante a un tiempo pasado que no se lo puede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; identificar con precisión. Pero está ahí…. se siente… es el pueblo que otrora albergó a c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;omerciantes y productores, autoridades y pobladores. Cada pared, cada teja, cada orificio es el resultado de acontecimientos que nos toca descubrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaFPBP39wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BWNarO8niNM/s1600-h/Totora-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaFPBP39wI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BWNarO8niNM/s400/Totora-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221507311062218498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaFPpBKCWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PQ8urmxR8G0/s1600-h/Totora-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaFPpBKCWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PQ8urmxR8G0/s400/Totora-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221507321737906530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los habitantes migraron, murieron, algunos pocos retornaron pero su forma de vida, sus costumbres, su fastuosidad y humildad quedaron y se reflejan en cada detalle. Los ancianos que se quedaron saben de todo esto y por eso se mantienen indiferentes y callados…. por que ellos también son parte del silencio que nos susurra su historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaIcXxOaXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H-RN8rfC4qI/s1600-h/Totora-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaIcXxOaXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/H-RN8rfC4qI/s400/Totora-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221510838980864370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaJoqZ7CVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/it3IBf2aTPU/s1600-h/Totora-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaJoqZ7CVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/it3IBf2aTPU/s400/Totora-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221512149653457234" 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/589293682091940535-7893381704444809051?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/7893381704444809051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/7893381704444809051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/totora-cuenta-cuentos.html' title='TOTORA: Cuenta cuentos'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SHaDUVVNYII/AAAAAAAAAII/I3Xy5UfHvgA/s72-c/Totora-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-2236078190997596503</id><published>2008-05-08T17:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:49:55.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSICA AUTOCTONA ANDINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SCN5pMfP2DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5q6XcodBAHQ/s1600-h/musica-aut%C3%B3ctona02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198132143549569074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SCN5pMfP2DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5q6XcodBAHQ/s400/musica-aut%C3%B3ctona02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ¿Qué sabemos de la música autóctona andina? Sin desmerecer a nadie, la música que exportamos representa realmente nuestro universo cultural? Mi corto encuentro con las manifestaciones autóctonas del área andina me han demostrado que no conocemos nada, o casi nada! Y claro tampoco es que tenemos a nuestro alcance información relacionada con éste tema y menos exposición a estas manifestaciones. Por eso, pretendo divulgar una muy pequeña muestra del inmenso mundo cultural que nos rodea y así sembrar la curiosidad por lo autóctono andino que aún reposa en nuestras comunidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198132976773224562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SCN6ZsfP2HI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cNv94bQ3GJY/s400/musica-aut%C3%B3ctona03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198132976773224578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SCN6ZsfP2II/AAAAAAAAAHM/uNpAnkXJV7o/s400/musica-aut%C3%B3ctona04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198132981068191890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SCN6Z8fP2JI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7nnj-lK8GCY/s400/musica-aut%C3%B3ctona05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/589293682091940535-2236078190997596503?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2236078190997596503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=2236078190997596503&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/2236078190997596503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/2236078190997596503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/musica-autoctona-andina.html' title='MUSICA AUTOCTONA ANDINA'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/SCN5pMfP2DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/5q6XcodBAHQ/s72-c/musica-aut%C3%B3ctona02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-296642509754937444</id><published>2008-04-04T11:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:14:56.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotomontaje: boleto a una nueva visión!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R_ZSY1sGBfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s5y77_TqTvs/s1600-h/lago-con-luna-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185422607646066162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R_ZSY1sGBfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s5y77_TqTvs/s400/lago-con-luna-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bienvenidos a este nuevo magnífico espacio, el Lago Titicaca. Pero no aquel de aguas de colores variables, celeste, verde, .... dependiendo de la hora del día. Ni aquel que con su gélida brisa nos encanta por su magnitud y su majestuosidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bienvenido al lago romántico.... al de la luna llena!  Al que nos transporta a lo más interno de nuestros sentimientos y nos hace estremecer. Al que cambia al pescador por la pareja de enamorados....  de aquí no salgo más!!!&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/589293682091940535-296642509754937444?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/296642509754937444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/296642509754937444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/fotomontaje-boleto-una-nueva-visin.html' title='Fotomontaje: boleto a una nueva visión!'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R_ZSY1sGBfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s5y77_TqTvs/s72-c/lago-con-luna-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-1924245063078680896</id><published>2008-03-20T19:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:35:51.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Santa - Devoción y Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLPaYquI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FW0geRNbQm0/s1600-h/SS+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179985289033591522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLPaYquI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FW0geRNbQm0/s320/SS+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para el mundo católico la Semana Santa constituye una de las más grandes expresiones de fé y devoción, sino la más grande. Es en estos días donde católicos practicantes se vuelcan a las iglesias a cumplir con los rituales y por sobre todo a poner en práctica su fé, es cuando me acerco yo también a capturar esos momentos de introspección.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hubiese gustado fotografiar los pensamientos, la misma fé... , click.... (suena la cortina de la cámara analógica).... casi puedo ver los sentimientos  que estas ceremonias provocan, otro click y me siento bien por no utilizar el flash!... en fin.... en película blanco y negro... La Semana Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-3_aYqoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gx4UsftqTTU/s1600-h/SS+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982759297854082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-3_aYqoI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gx4UsftqTTU/s320/SS+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLfaYqvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v-oxOJqv6T4/s1600-h/SS+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179985293328558834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLfaYqvI/AAAAAAAAAF0/v-oxOJqv6T4/s320/SS+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLPaYqtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62N8d1cCPjw/s1600-h/SS+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179985289033591506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLPaYqtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/62N8d1cCPjw/s320/SS+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4faYqqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/r9xSmAfxEts/s1600-h/SS+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982767887788706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4faYqqI/AAAAAAAAAFM/r9xSmAfxEts/s320/SS+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4vaYqsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YysrLgALrek/s1600-h/SS+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4PaYqpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xKolpOA2VCg/s1600-h/SS+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982763592821394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4PaYqpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/xKolpOA2VCg/s320/SS+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4faYqrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_CGc4wEx2Vw/s1600-h/SS+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179982767887788722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-L-4faYqrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_CGc4wEx2Vw/s320/SS+04.jpg" width="332" 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/589293682091940535-1924245063078680896?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/1924245063078680896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/1924245063078680896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/03/semana-santa-devocin-y-f.html' title='Semana Santa - Devoción y Fé'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R-MBLPaYquI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FW0geRNbQm0/s72-c/SS+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-6915025357695822113</id><published>2008-01-25T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:57:47.154-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trinidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inundaciones'/><title type='text'>Inundaciones: desgracia de las tierras mágicas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj2dHsJXI/AAAAAAAAADI/sgYexHlDg7M/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475741543114098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj2dHsJXI/AAAAAAAAADI/sgYexHlDg7M/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj3NHsJYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-EGBROKiAsY/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475754428016002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj3NHsJYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-EGBROKiAsY/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ante la arremetida del fenómeno de "La Niña", las tierras bajas del centro y oriente del país se ven afectadas año tras año con las inundaciones que dejan, lamentablemente, sin hogar a cientos y miles de personas. Está de más mencionar las vidas que esta desgracia cobra ante su feroz paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas imágenes corresponden al año pasado, 2007, en Trinidad - Beni, pero la angustia, la ansiedad y la desesperación de los damnificados... es la misma en este momento. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj3tHsJZI/AAAAAAAAADY/DHZ52Q9iulw/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475763017950610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj3tHsJZI/AAAAAAAAADY/DHZ52Q9iulw/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouUtHsJdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N2az7lXpSu8/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487256350434770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouUtHsJdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N2az7lXpSu8/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouUNHsJcI/AAAAAAAAADw/smQJaOAwqkc/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487247760500162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouUNHsJcI/AAAAAAAAADw/smQJaOAwqkc/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouU9HsJeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XXeY9LsG1gY/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487260645402082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouU9HsJeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XXeY9LsG1gY/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouVdHsJfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wm43-VcxLNI/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487269235336690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouVdHsJfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/wm43-VcxLNI/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouV9HsJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LLeV1GT6Rus/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159487277825271298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5ouV9HsJgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LLeV1GT6Rus/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj49HsJbI/AAAAAAAAADo/2-twrlMFCf8/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475784492787122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj49HsJbI/AAAAAAAAADo/2-twrlMFCf8/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj4dHsJaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Xt63hIoNbww/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159475775902852514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj4dHsJaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Xt63hIoNbww/s400/08.jpg" 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/589293682091940535-6915025357695822113?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/6915025357695822113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/6915025357695822113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/inundaciones-desgracia-de-las-tierras.html' title='Inundaciones: desgracia de las tierras mágicas.'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R5oj2dHsJXI/AAAAAAAAADI/sgYexHlDg7M/s72-c/04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-589293682091940535.post-6235913192329795502</id><published>2008-01-02T11:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:02:42.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alasita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cultura'/><title type='text'>Alasita: el mercado de los sueños</title><content type='html'>La vida del hombre está repleta de sueños, y por que no, si soñar no cuesta nada. Por esto en la ciudad de La Paz desde el siglo 18 se viene realizando la feria de ALASITA, donde artesanos y comerciantes venden una serie de objetos en miniatura, representación de los sueños más comunes y hasta de los más osados. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhV2GEmPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CszPvErH2Jo/s1600-h/alasita+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150958364242778354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhV2GEmPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CszPvErH2Jo/s320/alasita+003.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dicta la tradición y la fe que lo que se adquiere en miniatura se traducirá en realidad en lo que va del año. Es por esto que cientos de fervientes creyentes frecuentan la feria de Alasita en pos de cumplir sus sueños y paliar sus necesidades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El nombre de Alasita en idioma aymará significa “comprame” y tiene su origen en los anuncios de los artesanos que gritaban en las primeras ferias para que los visitantes adquieran sus productos. Con el tiempo apareció la imagen del Ekeko (Dios de la abundancia) quién hace posible la materialización de los sueños en agradecimiento a la fe depositada en él. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150968586264942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vqo2GEmYI/AAAAAAAAABY/ag4SOYNP4_E/s400/alasita+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhWWGEmSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2_2SxNTf-3g/s1600-h/alasita+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150958372832712994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhWWGEmSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2_2SxNTf-3g/s320/alasita+011.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quien busca construir su casa, compra ladrillos y cemento en miniatura o directamente una casa construida; quien quiere graduarse de la universidad compra un título universitario. Hay quienes buscan pareja, deben comprar un gallo o una gallina. Pero los que más, compran billetes de Alasita, que son billetes en miniatura idénticos a los de curso legal o en dólares o euros si así lo prefiere. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhWGGEmQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gz9Lw9SXHIY/s1600-h/alasita+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150958368537745666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhWGGEmQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gz9Lw9SXHIY/s320/alasita+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vkDGGEmTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MVrDUZP7X-Q/s1600-h/alasita+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150961340655114546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vkDGGEmTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MVrDUZP7X-Q/s320/alasita+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas estas miniaturas deben pasar primero por las manos de un curandero o yatiri. quién con un sahumerio y una ofrenda de vino, alcohol y flores a la “Pachamama” (Madre Tierra) pide prosperidad y riqueza. Todo este ritual no estaría completo si no se pasa por una iglesia para echarle agua bendita y así asegurarse en lo religioso y lo pagano que nuestro sueño se hará realidad.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vkDWGEmUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tf1FONkAIYw/s1600-h/alasita+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150961344950081858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vkDWGEmUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tf1FONkAIYw/s320/alasita+014.jpg" 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/589293682091940535-6235913192329795502?l=rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6235913192329795502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=589293682091940535&amp;postID=6235913192329795502&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/6235913192329795502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/589293682091940535/posts/default/6235913192329795502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rodrigoaliagafotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/alasitas-el-mercado-de-los-sueos.html' title='Alasita: el mercado de los sueños'/><author><name>rodrigo aliaga ibarguen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04471552678988183697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/Sw8L2Q4w3zI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VN2_TfU1r1o/S220/autorretrato.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GA8Uj9pB7AU/R3vhV2GEmPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CszPvErH2Jo/s72-c/alasita+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
