tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77963855674730669362011-07-30T22:29:55.105-07:00electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-81792950794249384612009-07-05T02:48:00.000-07:002009-07-05T02:50:45.911-07:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHEfF_fHj5w&hl=es&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHEfF_fHj5w&hl=es&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-8179295079424938461?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-13696839219890555422009-02-16T14:01:00.000-08:002009-02-16T14:03:45.847-08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxQSG2PlgI8&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxQSG2PlgI8&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-1369683921989055542?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-23646067318222017002008-12-27T09:53:00.000-08:002008-12-27T10:00:34.043-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SVZr5LCEMkI/AAAAAAAAADg/rJV2LCzNagQ/s1600-h/Butho2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SVZr5LCEMkI/AAAAAAAAADg/rJV2LCzNagQ/s400/Butho2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284529842724024898" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >SANKAI JUKU, Kinkan Shonen</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-2364606731822201700?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-15386778817706279652008-10-26T05:28:00.000-07:002008-10-26T06:11:14.257-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQ_qq7o9-Tw&hl=es&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sQ_qq7o9-Tw&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >UNA LECCIÓN ESPIRITUAL</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Relativement à la Loïe Fuller en tant qu’elle se propage, alentour, de tissus remenés à sa personne, par l’action d”une danse, tout a été dit, dans des articles vuelques-uns des poëmes.<br /><br />L’exercice, comme invention, sans l’emploi, comporte une vírese d’art et, simultané un accomplissement industriel.<br /><br />Au bain terrible des étoffes se pâme, radieuse, froide la figurante qui illustre Saint thème giratoire oú tend une trame loin épanouie, pétale et papillon géants, déferlement, tout d’ordre net et élémentaire. Sa fusion aux nuances véloces muant leer fantasmagorie oxyhydriuqe de crépuscule et de grotte, telles rapidités de passions, délice, deuil, colère: il faut pour les mouvoir, prismatiques, avec violence ou diluyes, le vertige d’une âme comme mise a l’air par un artífice.<br /><br />Q’une femme associe l’envolée de vêtements à la danse puissante ou vaste au point de les souvenir, à l’infini, comme son expansion.<br /><br />La leçon tient en cet effet spirituel. <br /> <br /> STÉPHANE MALLARMÉ “Autre Étude de Danse, les Fonds dans le Ballet” 1893.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-1538677881770627965?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-3778881223563017862008-10-19T08:00:00.000-07:002008-10-19T08:03:12.194-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SPtMAg-nUKI/AAAAAAAAADY/j9ubhIn1PNo/s1600-h/spero.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SPtMAg-nUKI/AAAAAAAAADY/j9ubhIn1PNo/s400/spero.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258880561621455010" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-377888122356301786?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-32024393220464440142008-09-28T06:32:00.000-07:002008-09-28T06:36:43.480-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SN-H7-J6UwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oSKG2v46IAg/s1600-h/matrix.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SN-H7-J6UwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oSKG2v46IAg/s400/matrix.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251065154903888642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-3202439322046444014?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-49063898231232512872008-09-16T15:01:00.000-07:002008-09-16T15:07:02.453-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKdQ1XFWzqE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKdQ1XFWzqE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-4906389823123251287?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-73056735727407137982008-09-11T08:42:00.000-07:002008-09-11T09:01:08.138-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SMk9zT9rc4I/AAAAAAAAADI/6ZodbQASNzs/s1600-h/DSC00907+copia%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SMk9zT9rc4I/AAAAAAAAADI/6ZodbQASNzs/s400/DSC00907+copia%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244791192791249794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >DANZA DEL SUEÑO</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Il pleut</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">C'est malheureux il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Depuis ce matin</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il veut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">S'emparer de mon être</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sans paraître malhonnète</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dans ces gouttes de pluie</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mes doutes s'enfuient</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Je ne m'ennuie plus</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mais ce n'est pas la pluie</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Qui occupe mes nuits</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">C'est malheureux il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Depuis ce matin</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il veut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Faire de moi une reine</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Est-ce que j'en vaux la peine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dans ces gouttes de pluie</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mes doutes s'enfuient</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Je ne m'ennuie plus</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Il pleut</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mais ce n'est pas la pluie</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Qui occupe mes nuits</span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-7305673572740713798?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-24155413613609371962008-09-05T14:47:00.000-07:002008-09-05T15:13:24.582-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SMGpN8VGjaI/AAAAAAAAADA/YcgMfGXnXGE/s1600-h/Imagen+4.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SMGpN8VGjaI/AAAAAAAAADA/YcgMfGXnXGE/s400/Imagen+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242657498233998754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >La danza del futuro ya no se interesará más en las destrezas del cuerpo sin sentido. Si recordamos que en realidad somos el microcosmo, el universo en miniatura, el Baile Divino del futuro debería ser capaz de transmitir con sus gestos más leves algún significado importante del universo. En la medida que nos elevemos en la comprensión de nosotros mismos, las discrepancias nacionales y raciales se disolverán en el ritmo universal de la Verdad y el Amor. Sentiremos nuestra unidad con todas las personas que se mueven con este glorioso ritmo.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >RUTH ST.DENIS, The Divine Dance (1933) no publicado</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-2415541361360937196?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7796385567473066936.post-65713017992860434112008-08-26T09:28:00.000-07:002008-09-05T15:02:04.578-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SLqTj7qf3nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WDGdFOK5MY8/s1600-h/danzarit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MUbSBbpaO28/SLqTj7qf3nI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WDGdFOK5MY8/s400/danzarit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240663361919639154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >DANZA RITUAL<br />El Fuego</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…es una reacción química de oxidación violenta de una materia combustible, con desprendimiento de calor y gases. Es un proceso exotérmico. Desde este punto de vista, el fuego es la manifestación visual de la combustión…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…es causa de luz, una combinación de colores. Así, el fuego es el origen del color y de la forma, esencias del mundo fenomenológico...</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…fue conocido por el hombre casi 500.000 años antes de Cristo…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…su objetivo es la conquista inmediata, a veces puede convertirse en una energía arrebatadora y desenfrenada que no mide las consecuencias…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…es acción, voluntad, es rápido en el pensamiento, impulsivo en sensaciones y sentimientos, no se detiene ante los obstáculos, consideraciones o temores…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…es espíritu, alma y cuerpo al mismo tiempo…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…es energía en estado puro…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">…creación…</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7796385567473066936-6571301799286043411?l=elektrashark.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>electrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15470645026959043147noreply@blogger.com