<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>.........Cundeamordelvalle</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2026 15:43:24 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">3854</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>cundeamordelvalle</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Arts"><itunes:category text="Visual Arts"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>En la plaza pública 12.9  Parlándole al espejo.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/08/en-la-plaza-publica-129-parlandole-al.html</link><category>art</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2026 16:10:57 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-4630592022856039789</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxMQXyI_g20QCV4wonzzIMqCR7TyteZ2tiei7u6aexhhKo16Ccth-I7RYQkVFlPV_rCJ3VSHrUqVCizLbafKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que soy parte de los hombres y el tiempo, del verso alado y del eterno amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 14. 8 En el libro de lo eterno.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/08/en-la-plaza-publica-14-8-en-el-libro-de.html</link><category>ciudad</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>cyberpunk</category><category>narraciones</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>umbrella</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Sun, 9 Aug 2026 15:50:11 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-7674876926292389059</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxZFdo888O38jojf6OWEhc0M7TMEXtXxgIpORZKpiBJ1qdf_2dahnH7KTmj_upXxQr9pZILRJqHqQIsF07SyA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Letras y espejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 18.7 Camino a la modernidad.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/08/en-la-plaza-publica-187-camino-la.html</link><category>art</category><category>Clown</category><category>cortometraje</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>narraciones</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>SHORT</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Fri, 7 Aug 2026 11:46:18 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-3145841018332960621</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwS9-d_mbbnkSxrIcEslA2DoGtlQUvOXojVY_LILzCuG3G6bz6q9dDlpFqBITabsjCmWaQtgJDL5ZGw95XChw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yo también vi las huellas de aquellos pasos, y vi la música galopar en las alas del viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 11.5   Canto para el viento que pasa.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/08/en-la-plaza-publica-115-canto-para-el.html</link><category>art</category><category>canto</category><category>comic</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>cyberpunk</category><category>modernidad</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Tue, 4 Aug 2026 10:10:38 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-3651224166010069118</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTJX6KiqTa6szJ4icGEmIONXfUgb8APhMHWF23RhtriOTbiwljqOgxlIUY_hvcvmBhHH8NYU4XG3HaN8gJ-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y entre todo el espectro del instante, la sombra de algún sueño pasajero enhebra amaneceres en madrugadas, a mirada de sol y luciérnagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 17.5  A vuelo de mariposa.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/en-la-plaza-publica-175-vuelo-de.html</link><category>art</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jul 2026 15:03:46 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-364700244313730463</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz5lWaONQVzNCqooKRW6Pyo6p7QYmu3Ksl9pAjkCGLsqB2NMD5C5ln9DZmEtfeJZV9JiHs9bUFjNSaltn3J2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yo también fui cielo y nube, vuelo y viento, música y canción de algún susurro pasajero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 49. Dibujando en lo invisible.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/en-la-plaza-publica-49-dibujando-en-lo.html</link><category>ai</category><category>art</category><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>IA</category><category>narraciones</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 18:07:10 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-9163040064089751311</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw2_1UVUoM6VZpMY34PFROu4s0S1zoiT73EXH2lUSBpmWVsvS8RanCM_O118bUPDswZPpoDPvQqR4OsmWXGIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cuando la inocencia camina, perdida en la noche, en búsqueda de un eterno amanecer, como una luciérnaga de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 48.5 Y un sorbo de café.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/en-la-plaza-publica-485-y-un-sorbo-de.html</link><category>art</category><category>Clown</category><category>cortometraje</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>narraciones</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>SHORT</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2026 08:18:42 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-6611347000715379536</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwCJdbxtknUTYnHS5CKdu0l22mSTgnY97KMy0Qx4WjFmtDdmKQaKOV-dRw2xcjtSmb7mTRG-JeAQh7YociJdA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;El recorrido total es un instante, un soplo trascendental de sueños entre ilusiones, un susurro en la noche que amanece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Fotos de otros días.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/fotos-de-otros-dias.html</link><category>arte de calle</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>esculturas humanas</category><category>estatuas humanas</category><category>stree art</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2026 09:32:14 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-8631804872919177371</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Transición del viento.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/en-la-plaza-publica-47-transicion-del.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>narraciones</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2026 09:59:23 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-7980931245322977155</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz-3VQbQ-bs0jA4v3dpJ9vU8ITNcr8iWnAOnbsxQnkr-khSsmbLPysVGWrpnAyn8w1BZSNHq5hxFHXAd0NgIw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;De un lugar a otro hay una vida.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>El metro sobre el río Ozama. </title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/el-metro-sobre-el-rio-ozama.html</link><category>metrord</category><category>rio ozama</category><category>santodomingord</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2026 12:57:15 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-9072263910283845386</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyHaYGgvtvWDQjHxFuEpQv0pYE30lr7_Mc2UA5zlzTK-jY43f56LqMfTWe_PXCf4FBNfsXxdjYMXttZmjd1RQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol de la tarde, río dormido entre casitas y sueños. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 47.2 El hilo de un instante.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/en-la-plaza-publica-472-el-hilo-de-un.html</link><category>ai</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>IA</category><category>modernidad</category><category>narraciones</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>videoai</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 07:50:41 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-4570872936391046243</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9k7iuwrv_uryuVeEf7rYVH3yHfnLa-zlacGEB2z7NBgj8zgpV2y5n58pC-DRfarmNLo0eIqMVIokFGNe6Qg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;El enhebrar cantos y olvidos en la eterno fluir del presente, solo para sabernos parte de un camino entre huellas, entre la música que el viento desdibuja, mientras lo eterno seduce al nuevo día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública. Canto 22</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/en-la-plaza-publica-canto-22.html</link><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2026 12:37:21 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-2118117659595419548</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxdMpzijS34qGkU217lNMbpkmPAjpdLy7kAoMe9TD_ltt1IVsaI6PFhq1ypO3JVdHYynUKMWBZJhZ4vemQJ5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;El camino en la música es el viento que pasa, enhebrando huellas y acordes, susurros e instantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Arrastrando el tiempo y el olvido.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/07/arrastrando-el-tiempo-y-el-olvido.html</link><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>photography</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Wed, 8 Jul 2026 09:11:37 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-2686893088115644142</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhol0HNldcTsCNMRpflz5lpvd8upUcCj2-Jc_lNLB9MaVeyBpjB4LQdo8sFv8UfjozUZwceLWshiME4L1I-mVYUkwCgSl3PglcyReutj45NH3uUJMDbjOC_l3CEj6FedfQ7y1zhOLLNkl0cLS8SZshkf5OWE65Dd3EvZVmJKgzStzC1Mwnl39qGRPbzP6E/s2400/Hyperreal_Clown_Urban_Vibrancy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="2400" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhol0HNldcTsCNMRpflz5lpvd8upUcCj2-Jc_lNLB9MaVeyBpjB4LQdo8sFv8UfjozUZwceLWshiME4L1I-mVYUkwCgSl3PglcyReutj45NH3uUJMDbjOC_l3CEj6FedfQ7y1zhOLLNkl0cLS8SZshkf5OWE65Dd3EvZVmJKgzStzC1Mwnl39qGRPbzP6E/s320/Hyperreal_Clown_Urban_Vibrancy.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiTF7gKw-PHMxkJiz5CpKrvNM8qf2lKfHP4yH_GuqLArOmb6Rquk2B_olUjYDxqeNeUyy0TiRt9I3OIkibfIS4OPow6IZFiF4qxGd1bSzYBuHfJ0LLM01YAHXk6d10WW95DynhgGym014OZHgnoX4s1cye1nEdXuShppRAkKiGKsjH3tb745RIho-owk/s72-c/IMG-20230728-WA0003.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 44. Entre las agujas del reloj y la historia que amanece.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/06/en-la-plaza-publica-44-entre-las-agujas.html</link><category>ciudad</category><category>Clown</category><category>cuentos</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2026 20:44:33 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-2121275184341377430</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxd18ujG1J_W3yrI77eohORBtcIEOMN28yCgKesZV6TUtnmpgz-UG5OTT4Gu0PLJDDKyBCeQcZcQeA_FgZsqw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pero no era canción del viento, más bien el soplo simple de lo eterno enhebrando las huellas al camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 43. Idilio.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/06/en-la-plaza-publica-43-idilio.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>narración</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 13:35:21 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-4627356889889936711</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwFAycs7TCDYoytDmA_1kMBi4fQ65deaPCkEVkG7MvQOwNBwF-JPAdXjtGGop2TY2GgEuWGFtLdsnVb9DgcZQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y luego el idilio desdibuja el tiempo, y el instante se mueve del presente al pasado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 43. Senderos.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/06/en-la-plaza-publica-43-senderos.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>videoai</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2026 09:02:07 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-606547579353356002</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzlEiHsIbB2JJc9ZYLJ8EX14dFR_5JCpZYFFh8cs2gaO78Qc2dalWWPF9InvBV8dtSyIBcc04bZyltRoRXJLQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trazos de historias, caminos que alguna vez fueron solo senderos o calles dormidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 41. Cantores del alba.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/06/en-la-plaza-publica-41-cantores-del-alba.html</link><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>narrador</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>videoai</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2026 08:13:57 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-2222747865787738298</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz5RgRsIVm_GaFh1dDHs0gDSffA49_zHjHPA2aYf1R6F4ZKOl-Q-K_acrHy8LmBUmTPHAq5mDIULSxRpaBoTA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Susurro de ilusiones, como música al viento, de la eternidad al instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 40. Al doblar de cada esquina.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/06/en-la-plaza-publica-40-al-doblar-de.html</link><category>ciudad</category><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Fri, 5 Jun 2026 19:01:06 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-1205780793493981143</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw1GsM0Y73AgkjRnXxtKaMmTwnPpEg8gJVRGeQ4HDKuffReJbTBuupcmK_1O-Y-mMxm0iXjjbMJb7RrGUjrRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ir y venir, noche y día. La eterna canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 30. 2  Historias serenas.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/06/en-la-plaza-publica-30-2-historias.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>condepeatonal</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Wed, 3 Jun 2026 06:58:10 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-5572965572704619618</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzsqNtuVRG6C8W7LLB6COMuJEbSX1cmib_JqG1_ZO6hMsHQPX8QAej3Xp-tjCqNqzolsm3k7AgKm72qoKwcfA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Un cantor del viento, una ilusión que se abraza al tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 38. A vuelo de instantes.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/05/en-la-plaza-publica-38-vuelo-de.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>modernidad</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>videoai</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2026 10:39:54 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-7714039180573771334</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQE_vOjLKQl2oUc9nCM5AuXcCiHMkWWX1qcQ8r8v9m8Fs0fMPcXEJ4KsMk04bsLPZAqIQMrQqxLcz3_jbB-g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;El polvo del instante ya vuela con el tiempo, ya respira la música del silbar pasajero de un susurro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 36. Café en el tiempo.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/05/en-la-plaza-publica-36-cafe-en-el-tiempo.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 07:39:49 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-526133633903517509</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxN8yxqAPIaGK-iaVX2y7YIgZrn5vNyNevkzUNxVmlVePo5R8gj95GVmNcR5Pc5cKut9GYm6GB922FWc1giKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;correr por los bordes del instante, ver pasar las horas, mientras se borda el destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 35. Camino en la historia de lo simple.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/05/en-la-plaza-publica-35-camino-en-la.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>conde peatonal</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>historias</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 09:26:29 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-967295520908262124</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxVie3uErf0MKDRE-k5pk20ERaqTbAVDtnrkV39QEqKGgA_PjaocRzm-dfd2MWU2amKcVN0aMsbe45zu-t5jA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la modernización a las formas del eterno instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 34. De la lluvia en el instante.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/05/en-la-plaza-publica-34-de-la-lluvia-en.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>historias</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 09:20:45 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-7163085015577875411</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzChdmbZY18WD1kp364NqKmKSBptYHHBY4xEx4Dyp2PGZ_YAjGoLLzet8OsdZx0qLSnK45wIodVURdMV75TeQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;bailar por bailar, naciente amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 33. Danza desde el tiempo.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/05/en-la-plaza-publica-33-danza-desde-el.html</link><category>Clown</category><category>conde peatonal</category><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>santodomingord</category><category>teatro</category><category>videoai</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2026 17:47:37 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-4941282785083100721</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxJbt1BURCfe3MfKLMhVvExiH4FHPp4qeN1EL2t6_pg6MceSwwAIn0ER-pJYlwR6EGGxwsYyLewPweD6LYuAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Correr tras el nuevo día, y la música se abraza al viento que pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>En la plaza pública 32. cuento de otro cuento.</title><link>http://cundeamordelvalle.blogspot.com/2026/05/en-la-plaza-publica-32-cuento-de-otro.html</link><category>cundeamordelvalle</category><category>teatro</category><category>videaoai</category><category>videoia</category><category>zonacolonialrd</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (caminante)</author><pubDate>Fri, 8 May 2026 12:23:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231774377583722030.post-5351254496389694481</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwpCNXUTEbr04uukciQnMm7PXkF5Mu3l8RS8fN0pQeP5hyTvV4scRcRM1rFe_5UBCJDV2WrXhO7mqlpJwzKNg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y todo fue así de sencillo, como la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>