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  • BIO

    On: 20 octubre, 2015
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    Nació en Adrogue, Pcia de Buenos Aires, Argentina.
    Su necesidad de expresarse a través del arte la lleva a iniciar estudios de pintura y composición en el taller de los Artistas Plasticos : Heriberto Zorilla y Helena Distefano.
    A partir de 2011 complementa su formación artística, incorporándose al Taller del Artista Plástico Eduardo Medici.rocio-olivo

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  • ¡Hola mundo!

    On: 12 octubre, 2015
    In: Featured
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    Bienvenido a WordPress. Esta es tu primera entrada. Edítala o bórrala, ¡y comienza a escribir!

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  • In cavalier attendance upon the school of females, you invariably see a male

    On: 3 noviembre, 2014
    In: Featured
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    The boat was now all but jammed between two vast black bulks, leaving a narrow Dardanelles between their long lengths. But by desperate endeavor we at last shot into a temporary opening; then giving way rapidly, and at the same time earnestly watching for another outlet. After many similar hair-breadth escapes, we at last swiftly glided into what had just been one of the outer circles, but now crossed by random whales, all violently making for one centre. This lucky salvation was cheaply purchased by the loss of Queequeg’s hat, who, while standing in the bows to prick the fugitive whales, had his hat taken clean from his head by the air-eddy made by the sudden tossing of a pair of broad flukes close by. (más…)

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  • Gallery Post – Down the hill I saw a bevy of hussars

    On: 14 junio, 2014
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    I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way. At that I gripped my wife’s arm, and without ceremony ran her out into the road. Then I fetched out the servant, telling her I would go upstairs myself for the box she was clamouring for.

    «We can’t possibly stay here,» I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common. «But where are we to go?» said my wife in terror. I thought perplexed. Then I remembered her cousins at Leatherhead.

    (más…)

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  • If the White Whale be raised, it must be in a month and a day, when the sun stands

    On: 25 septiembre, 2013
    In: Featured
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    «I see nothing here, but a round thing made of gold, and whoever raises a certain whale, this round thing belongs to him. So, what’s all this staring been about? It is worth sixteen dollars, that’s true; and at two cents the cigar, that’s nine hundred and sixty cigars. I won’t smoke dirty pipes like Stubb, but I like cigars, and here’s nine hundred and sixty of them; so here goes Flask aloft to spy ‘em out.»

    «Shall I call that wise or foolish, now; if it be really wise it has a foolish look to it; yet, if it be really foolish, then has it a sort of wiseish look to it. But, avast; here comes our old Manxman—the old hearse-driver, he must have been, that is, before he took to the sea. (más…)

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  • All night a wide-awake watch was kept by all the officers, forward and aft

    On: 3 septiembre, 2013
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    «The Lakeman now patrolled the barricade, all the while keeping his eye on the Captain, and jerking out such sentences as these:—’It’s not our fault; we didn’t want it; I told him to take his hammer away; it was boy’s business; he might have known me before this; I told him not to prick the buffalo; I believe I have broken a finger here against his cursed jaw; ain’t those mincing knives down in the forecastle there, men? look to those handspikes, my hearties. Captain, by God, look to yourself; say the word; don’t be a fool; forget it all; we are ready to turn to; treat us decently, and we’re your men; but we won’t be flogged.’ (más…)

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  • Wildlife Aid’s ‘Saving Harry’

    On: 1 septiembre, 2013
    In: Featured
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    Presently it swung full upon us and—stopped. The tension on our nerves was near the breaking point, and I doubt if any of us breathed for the few moments he held us covered by his glass; and then he lowered it and we could see him shout a command to the warriors who had passed from our sight behind the ridge. He did not wait for them to join him, however, instead he wheeled his thoat and came tearing madly in our direction.

    There was but one slight chance and that we must take quickly. Raising my strange Martian rifle to my shoulder I sighted and touched the button which controlled the trigger; there was a sharp explosion as the missile reached its goal, and the charging chieftain pitched backward from his flying mount. (más…)

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  • The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe

    On: 3 noviembre, 2012
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    «What can I do for you?» she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sad voice in which the man spoke.

    «Get an oil-can and oil my joints,» he answered. «They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon be all right again. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage.»

    Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then she returned and asked anxiously, «Where are your joints?» (más…)

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    Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.

    • Oscar Wilde •