<?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-8686243269146315405</id><updated>2012-02-24T18:42:27.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miguel Alejandro Roca</title><subtitle type='html'>Marcianadas y demás etcéteras...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-6491415021621129385</id><published>2012-02-20T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T18:41:14.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="date-outer" style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 2em;"&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5813933557151173476" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 590px;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-103dM0WxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lcV-PcxO0Tw/s1600/Florian-Raiss.jpg" style="background-color: black; color: #b87209; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471157618405038866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-103dM0WxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lcV-PcxO0Tw/s400/Florian-Raiss.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; display: block; height: 300px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; position: relative; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bbbbbb; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; line-height: 1.4;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Florian Raiss ... ou o movimento constante da quietude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Há nesta última entrega do artista Florian Raiss acenando um erotismo intenso, um físico que flui suavemente etérea constante em cada uma das partes, fazendo-nos imersos num jogo intenso de sensações que, aparentemente submissa e perdão conduz a um risco excessivamente alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Perigoso no sentido de permitir-se cair nesse abismo de recursos de orientação sexual e atrai nós perdemos o senso de tranqüilidade para exercer em constante movimento, cuja canção de ninar que chorar é afogada e outra vez em um corpo eclético de turbulência, onde as formas desafiadora identidade sexual se impõe como uma arma com algum ou todos ereção fisiológica persuasão feminina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471161363942877890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-14ReaoKsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/L1CUWdpaOVY/s400/260820090954_florian.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-image: initial; border-left-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; display: block; height: 265px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reunião, transgride, sim, mas também seduzir sutilmente, parando em um ponto onde o tempo deixa de fazer qualquer movimento, fica ausente, mas ao mesmo tempo, a partir do mesmo ponto, na aparência estática, vira e mexe em uma catarse profunda arraste cada testemunha em um mundo agitado em que o sussurro se torna grito, o prazer do sexo é misturado e entrelaçada com a espiritualidade sincera, a força do sexo masculino é equilibrado e suspenso em um detalhe frágil e delicado nasce e morre em uma dança de sedução constante da carne, macia calma, medido, onde a exploração é válida em toda a teoria banindo todo branda do que é heterossexual e homossexual que está a mergulhar-nos numa extensa nudez ambígua, cego, mas sentiu que sente e nutrida nessa pesquisa constante de auto interior é perdido e encontrado novamente e novamente neste mar que transmitem formas substanciais, de longe e de perto, a sensibilidade à superfície que o ex - declaradamente procuraram e encontraram novamente e novamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para procurar para encontrá-lo novamente ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Alejandro Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #bbbbbb; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;São Paulo - Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 novembro de 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mônica Filgueiras Galeria de Arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="date-outer" style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 2em;"&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-bottom: 25px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5442824348641955657" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 590px;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKBv41zUsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9F6R0Mhd53o/s1600-h/quadrupede4.jpg" style="background-color: black; color: #b87209; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382507164373045954" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKBv41zUsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9F6R0Mhd53o/s400/quadrupede4.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; border-width: initial; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0976563) 1px 1px 5px; height: 397px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; position: relative; width: 391px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #ff6600;"&gt;Florian Raiss... o el constante movimento de la quietud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Hay en esta ultima entrega del artista plástico Florian Raiss un intenso erotismo ondular, una constante corporeidad etérea que fluye suavemente en cada una de sus piezas haciéndonos sumergir en un intenso mar de sensaciones cuyo juego aparentemente sumiso y permisivo conlleva a un riesgo peligrosamente alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Peligroso en el sentido de dejarnos caer en ese hondo abismo marcadamente sexual que nos seduce y atrae haciéndonos perder la sensación de quietud para envolvernos en ese arrullo de movimiento constante cuyo grito se ahoga una y otra vez en un remolino ecléctico de formas corporales en donde la identidad sexual se impone desafiante utilizando como arma toda erección fisiológica o toda feminidad persuasiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;El encuentro transgrede si, pero también seduce, sutilmente, suspendiéndose en un punto en donde el tiempo se detiene haciendo que todo movimiento se ausente pero que a la vez, desde ese mismo punto, estático en apariencia, gire y evolucione en una profunda catarsis que arrastra a cada testigo de la obra dentro de un intenso mundo en donde el susurro se torna grito, el placer del sexo se mezcla y entrelaza con la sincera espiritualidad, la rudeza de lo masculino se equilibra y suspende dentro de un delicado detalle de fragilidad y el nacer y el morir acontecen en una danza constante de seducción carnal, suave, calmada, acompasada, en donde toda exploración es válida desterrando toda insulsa teoría de lo que es héterosexual y lo que es homosexual para sumirnos en una extensa desnudez ambigua, ciega, pero que palpa, que siente y que se nutre en esa constante búsqueda del yo interior que se pierde y se encuentra una y otra vez dentro de ese mar sustancioso de formas que trasmiten, de lejos y de cerca, una sensibilidad a flor de piel que ex – profesamente se busca y se encuentra una y otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Para volver a buscarla, para nuevamente volver a encontrarla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Escrito en Sao Paulo – Brasil 05 Nov 2006&lt;br /&gt;Mônica Filgueiras Galeria de Arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;Miguel Alejandro Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-6491415021621129385?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/6491415021621129385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/6491415021621129385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2012/02/florian-raiss_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-103dM0WxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/lcV-PcxO0Tw/s72-c/Florian-Raiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-2421474536109601932</id><published>2011-05-24T20:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:57:56.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro Unipersonal: "Humanidad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VB7VUNbCqaA/TpTwFd_1BlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kXFCgEQXMas/s1600/humanidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VB7VUNbCqaA/TpTwFd_1BlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kXFCgEQXMas/s320/humanidad.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Este Unipersonal está basado en la genial obra teatral del gran poeta peruano Juan Gonzalo Rose&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;el cual lo tituló Carnet de Identidad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Y3ANEVGXdI/TpTwHW51EOI/AAAAAAAAAOE/d3sJINuJBr0/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UolN_7r1-ug/TpTwPqvchKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/otloiosjxd8/s1600/04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UolN_7r1-ug/TpTwPqvchKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/otloiosjxd8/s320/04.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRwc-1LOB0o/TpTwRfMNK0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/mpFPDiMjCsU/s1600/05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRwc-1LOB0o/TpTwRfMNK0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/mpFPDiMjCsU/s320/05.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2IaLw40gmM/TpTwSgVL2qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BxSb0WdZAZU/s1600/06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2IaLw40gmM/TpTwSgVL2qI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BxSb0WdZAZU/s320/06.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-2421474536109601932?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/2421474536109601932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/2421474536109601932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2011/05/humanidad-2006.html' title='Teatro Unipersonal: &quot;Humanidad&quot;'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VB7VUNbCqaA/TpTwFd_1BlI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kXFCgEQXMas/s72-c/humanidad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-630653180691657116</id><published>2011-05-24T19:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T18:33:00.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro Unipersonal: "Historia de un Payaso"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbfMrW9-ZQ4/Tdxub6wgkZI/AAAAAAAAANE/L0eBLsToomM/s1600/pierrot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbfMrW9-ZQ4/Tdxub6wgkZI/AAAAAAAAANE/L0eBLsToomM/s320/pierrot.jpg" t8="true" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Anoche tuve un sueño, un sueño maravilloso...&amp;nbsp;Soñé&amp;nbsp;que mi hija venía a visitarme por navidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8686243269146315405-630653180691657116?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/630653180691657116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/630653180691657116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2011/05/historia-de-un-payaso-2007.html' title='Teatro Unipersonal: &quot;Historia de un Payaso&quot;'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbfMrW9-ZQ4/Tdxub6wgkZI/AAAAAAAAANE/L0eBLsToomM/s72-c/pierrot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-5256727575545216841</id><published>2011-05-24T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:05:44.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortometraje: Arma2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610471768461315682" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYTwIm5LFiw/TdxmWQ1-jmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9wRbQ-KBPq0/s400/arma2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 325px;" /&gt;Te han apuntado alguna vez con un arma? A veces pasa, muchas veces, que uno se siente apuntado hipoteticamente por un arma. Tal vez un dedo acusador, tal vez ninguneandote, tal vez un simbolo fálico que pretende romper los esquemas de tu alma, que pretende abrir un agujero enorme en tu corazón... Fotos: Cortometraje "ARMA2" Universidad de Lima 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-5256727575545216841?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/5256727575545216841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/5256727575545216841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2011/05/te-han-apuntado-alguna-vez-con-un-arma.html' title='Cortometraje: Arma2'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYTwIm5LFiw/TdxmWQ1-jmI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9wRbQ-KBPq0/s72-c/arma2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-7874861601084399303</id><published>2010-05-14T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:08:12.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narcisismo Descalzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-1o_IDsVzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7fSSB7IZR0/s1600/tarde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471144556029040434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-1o_IDsVzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7fSSB7IZR0/s400/tarde.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; Hoy siento que muero, que nazco nuevamente y veo que nada ha cambiado... Que todo sigue igual, yo sigo igual y la vida sigue igual... Hoy siento que Joaquin ha acertado muy cierto y ciertamente cierto: Hay una epidemia de tristeza en la ciudad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8686243269146315405-7874861601084399303?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/7874861601084399303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/7874861601084399303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoy-siento-que-muero-que-nazco.html' title='Narcisismo Descalzo'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-1o_IDsVzI/AAAAAAAAAJc/h7fSSB7IZR0/s72-c/tarde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-8901937149079293810</id><published>2010-03-12T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:08:52.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A modo de confesión:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797433829840466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S5p25wO2VlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbSVK9L8tjY/s400/P7020230.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; Confieso que entre ese flaco maravilloso llamado Julio Ramón Ribeyro, el bohemio errante de Alfredo Bryce, ese trovador de voz de lija que por nombre tiene Joaquin Sabina y el vagabundo de zapatos rotos llamado Cesar Vallejo formaron en mí un profundo amor por andar descalzo e indocumentado, terriblemente solo y buenamente bien acompañado. A fin de cuentas creo ser un anarquista que respeta los semaforos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Miguel Alejandro Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471165338647678402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-1741WGTcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/UuXc8aV1khs/s400/P7020222.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471170757478448546" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S-2A0QEB_aI/AAAAAAAAALM/bsHWMhqrlVE/s400/cambells.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-8901937149079293810?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/8901937149079293810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/8901937149079293810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2010/03/modo-de-confesion.html' title='A modo de confesión:'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/S5p25wO2VlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dbSVK9L8tjY/s72-c/P7020230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-865335888286889024</id><published>2009-09-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:09:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro Unipersonal: "La inmoralidad en ristre"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;courier new&amp;quot;; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvNh0pjoLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FJEgQod6PUU/s1600-h/ghgfjgy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380620160776511666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvNh0pjoLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FJEgQod6PUU/s400/ghgfjgy.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 400px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvO0U3MNdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pjO_MmamsUI/s1600-h/hythh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380621578172904914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvO0U3MNdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pjO_MmamsUI/s400/hythh.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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height: 400px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvNODq_mCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HU04I3m4Dp4/s1600-h/gfgfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380619821211686946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvNODq_mCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/HU04I3m4Dp4/s400/gfgfg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 400px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvRkzF2P5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9vAo0j_pOUM/s1600-h/jjtgry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380624609944420242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvRkzF2P5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/9vAo0j_pOUM/s400/jjtgry.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 400px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fotografías - Ruber Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Auditorio Centro Cultural Peruano Español&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Embajada de España 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&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/8686243269146315405-865335888286889024?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/865335888286889024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/865335888286889024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2009/09/teatro-unipersonal-miguel-alejandro.html' title='Teatro Unipersonal: &quot;La inmoralidad en ristre&quot;'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqvNh0pjoLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FJEgQod6PUU/s72-c/ghgfjgy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-2228869790706216706</id><published>2009-09-09T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T18:24:09.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro Unipersonal: "Al caer la tarde"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379587176489468162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgiCOTmwQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_caJGQUzoag/s400/2622_es_02efe.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 318px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"AL CAER LA TARDE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dramaturgia, actuación y dirección: Miguel Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Bajo el auspicio del Centro Cultural de España - Diciembre 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Esta es la historia de Mahmoud Asgari y Ayaz Marhoni, dos adolescentes Iraníes de 14 y 15 años de edad que fueron condenados a la horca en su pueblo natal Khuzestan por el simple hecho de amarse. En Irán la homosexualidad es condenada con la pena capital. He aqui una muestra de lo miserablemente cruel que puede llegar a ser el ser humano. Este fue un caso real sucedido en el año del 2005. He aqui una protesta humana respecto a la crueldad y la deshumanización.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgjdIOG0hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wMY6h1s7kxI/s1600-h/nMwDli519804-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379588738223886866" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgjdIOG0hI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wMY6h1s7kxI/s400/nMwDli519804-02.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 288px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgkGKktoAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cJn4aJ3iMBw/s1600-h/raWbsi760632-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379589443230212098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgkGKktoAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/cJn4aJ3iMBw/s400/raWbsi760632-02.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 328px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgldEeGGyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BxxPex3kwSs/s1600-h/FIL1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379590936240462626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgldEeGGyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/BxxPex3kwSs/s400/FIL1224.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 300px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgltLjLyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xSQ5TdlhahI/s1600-h/rNnLH9995315-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379591213018761298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgltLjLyFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xSQ5TdlhahI/s400/rNnLH9995315-02.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 313px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/Sqgmxvxu29I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PPqucMwrbtA/s1600-h/rMPyPj231542-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379592390974561234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/Sqgmxvxu29I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PPqucMwrbtA/s400/rMPyPj231542-02.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 292px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-2228869790706216706?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/feeds/2228869790706216706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8686243269146315405&amp;postID=2228869790706216706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/2228869790706216706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/2228869790706216706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2009/09/al-caer-la-tarde-teatro-unipersonal.html' title='Teatro Unipersonal: &quot;Al caer la tarde&quot;'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgiCOTmwQI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_caJGQUzoag/s72-c/2622_es_02efe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-9086533016380695705</id><published>2009-09-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:02:01.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexiones acerca del Teatro Unipersonal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgaAuM5mcI/AAAAAAAAADw/Khxq_m2F4L4/s1600-h/vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379578354598517186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgaAuM5mcI/AAAAAAAAADw/Khxq_m2F4L4/s400/vv.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 269px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;¿Cuanto hay de cierto y cuanto de irreal detrás de un Unipersonal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Esa es la incógnita que tengo en la cabeza hace ya varios años. Para mí crear un Unipersonal es una búsqueda dentro de uno mismo, es hurgar en los rincones más insospechados del alma buscando la esencia misma de nuestro ser, es un proceso disciplinario que se ejecuta en plena soledad, teniendo la humildad como motor para no despegarnos hacia el terreno vulgar y ocioso del narcisismo que muchas veces nos envuelve movidos por los delirios de grandeza y fama haciéndonos escatimar ridículamente el aplauso del público.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Un Unipersonal es una introspección, es la constante búsqueda de una energía interna capaz de hacernos descubrir nuestra capacidad actoral, es el encuentro con uno mismo tornando en acciones físicas la energía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SUaBG7B93HI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n8PZlRMU7dc/s1600-h/vv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;canalizada de nuestro yo interior a fin de plasmarlos en el escenario. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Miguel Roca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-9086533016380695705?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/feeds/9086533016380695705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8686243269146315405&amp;postID=9086533016380695705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/9086533016380695705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/9086533016380695705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflexiones-acerca-del-teatro.html' title='Reflexiones acerca del Teatro Unipersonal'/><author><name>Miguel Alejandro Roca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448386701228293314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jwcXrBUAOAU/T0hHZJBjyrI/AAAAAAAAAUs/xq-PDR46XKE/s220/P7180019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqgaAuM5mcI/AAAAAAAAADw/Khxq_m2F4L4/s72-c/vv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8686243269146315405.post-6192463469538166331</id><published>2009-09-09T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:13:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro Unipersonal: "Vallejo Caminante... Rememorando a Vallejo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqlN1qecwAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lyCQwpEI8dg/s1600-h/miguel_alejandro_roca_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379916814201176066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SqlN1qecwAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lyCQwpEI8dg/s400/miguel_alejandro_roca_03.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 285px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKKGbrOPBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ly0zAHHJ-TQ/s1600-h/Aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382516347774057490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKKGbrOPBI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ly0zAHHJ-TQ/s400/Aa.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 263px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Programa de mano publicado por el ICPNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Instituto Cultural Peruano Norteamericano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Este Unipersonal interpretado por Miguel Roca nos habla en un susurro que a la vez se torna grito la vida y obra poética de Cesar Vallejo, magnífico poeta peruano, incomprendido e injustamente marginado por la sociedad peruana de aquella época. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Rememorando a Vallejo es un juego escénico, una pérformance rica en silencios y situaciones que van sumiendo al público en un ritual donde el lamento, el dolor, el llanto y la desgracia de Vallejo se mezclan con su agria alegría, esperanza, ilusión y fortaleza. Miguel Roca nos lleva de la mano a un mundo de singular belleza escénica, ante los ojos del público transcurren diversos pasajes de la vida del poeta mezclados con sus mas bellos poemas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Así pues Rememorando a Vallejo nos muestra la visión particular de este joven actor sobre el Vallejo que lo cautivó en su adolescencia y él plasmó teatralmente basándose en sus cuatro poemarios, además de las vivencias personales de Vallejo, su visión andina, su paso por la guerra civil española, su hermano Miguel, la relación edípica con su madre, su destierro, sus viajes, su esposa Georgethe, su lucha por la vida, sus detractores, sus triunfos, sus derrotas, su muerte en París, en fin, una misa teatral a la que el público está invitado a comulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Haciendo uso del género Unipersonal Miguel Roca interpreta diversos personajes en el escenario: un soldado, el propio Vallejo, su esposa Georgethe, el critico Clemente Palma, el mismo Miguel Roca, los fantasmas de los cuatro grandes poemarios, Paco Yunque, un ser humano que lucha por sobrevivir, en fin, todo un juego escénico de gran trascendencia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Es pues esta obra Teatral una bella pieza que Miguel Roca nos trae con este proyecto Unipersonal, libre de escenografía y recursos técnicos, solo ante el público, sintiendo el propio latir de su corazón, descifrando la oscura vida de Cesar Vallejo, elevando un canto de vida y esperanza que nos demuestra que la vocación actoral en el Perú, donde el apoyo a la cultura es casi nulo, es simple y llanamente un acto intenso de Amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Instituto Cultural Peruano Norteamericano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;ICPNA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Marzo del 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKKQS4-qLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UgBZXKu618c/s1600-h/Ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382516517214529714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKKQS4-qLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UgBZXKu618c/s400/Ee.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 266px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKJ4hnGhpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IgZcm9lR1vw/s1600-h/Gg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382516108849219218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14ExFYRtd4A/SrKJ4hnGhpI/AAAAAAAAAIM/IgZcm9lR1vw/s400/Gg.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 266px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8686243269146315405-6192463469538166331?l=kazzuzo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/feeds/6192463469538166331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8686243269146315405&amp;postID=6192463469538166331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/6192463469538166331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8686243269146315405/posts/default/6192463469538166331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazzuzo.blogspot.com/2009/09/vallejo-caminante.html' title='Teatro Unipersonal: &quot;Vallejo Caminante... 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