tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72822415210717887762011-11-27T16:47:30.564-08:00Fotografías robadas - o tomadas arrebatadamente - de la vida sudaca.Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-39952417769039483822010-03-15T07:05:00.001-07:002010-03-15T07:07:03.109-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S54-2-NvdII/AAAAAAAABvc/4dxqc4NvcUg/s1600-h/metralleta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448861713299371138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S54-2-NvdII/AAAAAAAABvc/4dxqc4NvcUg/s400/metralleta.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aunque usted no lo crea: un vecino de Vitacura instaló una metralladora de cartón sobre su casa, para ahuyentar a los "saqueadores y delincuentes". Ejem.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-3995241776903948382?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-27397680092499472332010-03-04T07:45:00.000-08:002010-03-04T07:50:51.973-08:00<div align="left">Hasta que algo se derrumbó.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444806257250767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S4_WcXJBkQI/AAAAAAAABuM/idJBj7Wec3Y/s400/Se+cay%C3%B3+el+campanario.JPG" border="0" />Iglesia de Providencia, sin campana </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S4_WcHcuiPI/AAAAAAAABuE/EpCPXx_Ogd4/s1600-h/bellas+artes+en+ruinas1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444806253038438642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S4_WcHcuiPI/AAAAAAAABuE/EpCPXx_Ogd4/s400/bellas+artes+en+ruinas1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bellas Artes sufrió daños<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S4_Wbx0aFkI/AAAAAAAABt8/nMUkwBnX_G0/s1600-h/Se+acabó+el+pan.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444806247232181826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S4_Wbx0aFkI/AAAAAAAABt8/nMUkwBnX_G0/s400/Se+acab%C3%B3+el+pan.JPG" border="0" /></a> Una mujer observa que el pan se ha agotado.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-2739768009249947233?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-64631283873820591352010-02-25T05:20:00.000-08:002010-02-25T05:23:18.106-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S4Z5f2b1ilI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GoIEthuYQ2U/s1600-h/IMG_4375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442170787818998354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S4Z5f2b1ilI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GoIEthuYQ2U/s320/IMG_4375.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"> Valpo Undercover. Un artista callejero y su visión del "otro lado" de la Policía de Investigaciones.<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-6463128387382059135?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Iván Loschihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642083875526255286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-31111365785316294832010-01-29T17:21:00.001-08:002010-01-29T17:29:10.126-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OKjriSmzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WHsbWfnVfBQ/s1600-h/IMG_4399.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432337921125554994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OKjriSmzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/WHsbWfnVfBQ/s320/IMG_4399.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Representación de la Invasión española a América. Jóvenes mapuches.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OKOuCO47I/AAAAAAAAAHY/daAxgx4xk0g/s1600-h/IMG_4418.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432337561019147186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OKOuCO47I/AAAAAAAAAHY/daAxgx4xk0g/s320/IMG_4418.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Muñecotes populares. 3 metros de alto, 3 días de barba. El cartel del pecho dice "AFP (Administradora de Fondos Previsionales) Estatal".<br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OKAIfjsOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N7tam1Xe890/s1600-h/IMG_4430.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432337310423429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OKAIfjsOI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N7tam1Xe890/s320/IMG_4430.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Con esas tetotas al lado no sé por qué el clown está tan triste...<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OJxZtT8TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/K8Ua0zM4toU/s1600-h/IMG_4448.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432337057346482482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eBYUyr7e0ZI/S2OJxZtT8TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/K8Ua0zM4toU/s320/IMG_4448.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Tenemos algo para cada gusto: un travesti (¡Qué lindo Travolta!, cantaba Kevin Johansen) mostrando su colaless desde el techo de un bus.</span></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-3111136578531629483?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pablo Iván Loschihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642083875526255286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-30073869445104775142010-01-27T10:42:00.000-08:002010-01-29T04:20:53.708-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S2CJXlUH8RI/AAAAAAAABo4/kFDoyTE2oaQ/s1600-h/moto_0119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431492188855333138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S2CJXlUH8RI/AAAAAAAABo4/kFDoyTE2oaQ/s400/moto_0119.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Así quedó con el triunfo de la derecha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-3007386944510477514?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-26824307003983560842010-01-19T05:49:00.001-08:002010-01-19T05:54:36.705-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S1W5asDWzyI/AAAAAAAABoA/8XDe5Dixkac/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428448794017976098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S1W5asDWzyI/AAAAAAAABoA/8XDe5Dixkac/s320/Copy+of+Picture+221.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S1W5afSPHjI/AAAAAAAABn4/qU0jAU0XRw0/s1600-h/DSC_0291.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428448790590725682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S1W5afSPHjI/AAAAAAAABn4/qU0jAU0XRw0/s320/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S1W5aPpZsmI/AAAAAAAABnw/LanF3b81yng/s1600-h/DSCN6180.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428448786392920674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/S1W5aPpZsmI/AAAAAAAABnw/LanF3b81yng/s320/DSCN6180.jpg" border="0" /></a>Los perros siempre me dan tristeza.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-2682430700398356084?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-6107578384278578912009-11-30T06:14:00.001-08:002009-11-30T06:20:51.705-08:00En Chile a los hot-dogs les dicen "completos", y llevan mucho aguacate aplastado, una cantidad asombrosa de mayonesa de mala calidad y nada de mostaza. Son repulsivos pero a la gente les encantan.<br />Mis compañeros de oficina son fiel muestra de ello.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409901071973106594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SxPUXLD2Q6I/AAAAAAAABlQ/Ax_eKsOMOpI/s400/moto_0088.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Vera mordiéndolo todo</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409901067543373298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SxPUW6jt5fI/AAAAAAAABlI/gkDyj5PGxU0/s400/hotdog2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Denishe atascándose</div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409901060549413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SxPUWggOiiI/AAAAAAAABlA/JFmLFR_lrjo/s400/hotdog1.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Pablo tragándola</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409901052874180818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SxPUWD6TyNI/AAAAAAAABk4/h7QaN6oiPHE/s400/hotdog.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Rodrigo entrándole<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-610757838427857891?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-88223994012366508912009-11-26T11:12:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:15:05.544-08:00Fue un pequeño desliz lingüístico para la presidenta de Chile, pero marcó el principio de algo revolucionario: la traducción literal de las frases locales. Aquél día en que Michelle Bachelet, haciendo una alabanza a su Ministro de Hacienda, dijo “many people critiziced him because he was very… how do you say… hand of baby” algo cambió para siempre. Y aquí está el resultado, elaborado junto con Pablo Loschi y Rodrigo Rivera:<br /><br /><br />Manito de guagua: hand of baby (avaro)<br />Dejó la escoba: he/she left the broom (hacer un desastre)<br />Dejó la cagá: he/she left the shit (hacer un tremendo desastre)<br />Peinando la muñeca: combing the doll (enloquecer)<br />Me echó la foca: he/she threw me the seal (provocar un conflicto)<br />Me lo paso por la raja: I pass it through my crack (no me importa)<br />Patá en la raja: kick in the crack (me echaron, me repudiaron)<br />Cara de raja: face of crack (desvergonzadamente)<br />Cara de palo: face of stick (descarado)<br />Estoy raja: I am crack (estoy cansado)<br />Dai jugo: you give juice (dices tonterías)<br />Guateai: you are bellying (hacer torpezas)<br />No te pesco: I’m not fishing you (no te presto atención)<br />No estoy ni ahí: I’m not even there (no me interesa)<br />Huevón: big-balled (tipo, tonto, amigo, etc)<br />Vale hongo: it’s worth fungus (no tiene valor)<br />Cabro chico: little goat (persona joven)<br />Pegarse el alcachofazo: to bump into a huge artichoke (darse cuenta de algo de golpe)<br />Quedé marcando ocupado: I was stuck dialing a busy number (quedar pasmado)<br />Andate a la cresta: go to the crest (vete al diablo)<br />Andate a la punta del cerro: go to the top of the hill (lárgate)<br />Aperrao: dogged (comprometido)<br />Con cueva: with cave (con suerte)<br />Apretar cueva (aprecue): to stretch the cave (sentir apprehension)<br />La mansa cagá: the tame shit (tremendo error)<br />Está pelúo: it’s hairy (está difícil)<br />Galla/gallo: hen/cock (tipa/tipo)<br />Que erí perna/o: you are a bolt (ser nerd)<br />Yegua: mare (mujer – despectivo)<br />Estoy curaó: I am healed (estar borracho)<br />Estoy enferma: I am sick (menstruar)<br />Cachai la weá: do you catch the balls-shape situation? (¿Entiendes?)<br />Cacha este weón: catch this big-balled (¿viste a este tonto?)<br />Guatón culiao: fucked fatty (maldito gordo)<br />Filo con la weá: edge with the ball-shaped situation (al Diablo con el tema)<br />La media mina: the half mine! (la mujer bonita)<br /><br />Y estamos en <a href="http://www.theclinic.cl/2009/12/02/hand-of-baby/">The Clinic</a>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-8822399401236650891?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-50296486829844731062009-11-17T05:24:00.001-08:002009-11-17T05:27:50.083-08:00Algunos comentarios sociales en Santiago<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405063518907258930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkohjj2DI/AAAAAAAABjo/9jDJ8XWy0HI/s400/moto_0098.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkoQyDYBI/AAAAAAAABjg/jdd3g6Wl-Mo/s1600/moto_0108.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405063514404642834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkoQyDYBI/AAAAAAAABjg/jdd3g6Wl-Mo/s400/moto_0108.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkoUKpptI/AAAAAAAABjY/hS81qfr2uKg/s1600/moto_0109.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405063515313120978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkoUKpptI/AAAAAAAABjY/hS81qfr2uKg/s400/moto_0109.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkn5RPtMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/V5KVeJsiKjc/s1600/moto_0073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405063508093023426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKkn5RPtMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/V5KVeJsiKjc/s400/moto_0073.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-5029648682984473106?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-67155619652715563482009-11-17T05:22:00.000-08:002009-11-17T05:24:15.765-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKjxQs6wyI/AAAAAAAABjI/WIn-v1K5WgA/s1600/moto_0100.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405062569490301730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SwKjxQs6wyI/AAAAAAAABjI/WIn-v1K5WgA/s400/moto_0100.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>¿Culo Italiano? En Chile, el "ass" es un hotdog con carne en lugar de salchicha. Y sí, suele tener ese aspecto asqueroso de la foto.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-6715561965271556348?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-65921870421831032972009-11-10T05:19:00.000-08:002009-11-10T05:24:32.588-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Svlo5EjlUsI/AAAAAAAABiY/RCZ0e4Wfq2c/s1600-h/Bar.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402464557692441282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Svlo5EjlUsI/AAAAAAAABiY/RCZ0e4Wfq2c/s400/Bar.JPG" border="0" /></a> Un buen lugar para descargarse</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Svlo4yPcNLI/AAAAAAAABiQ/CrCgw-aw_kc/s1600-h/sexy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402464552776119474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Svlo4yPcNLI/AAAAAAAABiQ/CrCgw-aw_kc/s400/sexy.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chiquita sexyyyyy<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Svlo42XIleI/AAAAAAAABiI/oQijn9g1-vM/s1600-h/Pachecadas.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402464553882129890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Svlo42XIleI/AAAAAAAABiI/oQijn9g1-vM/s400/Pachecadas.JPG" border="0" /></a> No me queda claro a qué se refiere, pero suena bien<br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Tomadas en San Blas y alrededores por Luciano y Carla.</strong></div></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-6592187042183103297?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-18217466716884944672009-10-15T06:32:00.000-07:002009-10-15T06:40:51.677-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Stck94Um3qI/AAAAAAAABek/7DD_y8gfNig/s1600-h/moto_0095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392819724308897442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/Stck94Um3qI/AAAAAAAABek/7DD_y8gfNig/s400/moto_0095.jpg" border="0" /></a>El comentario añadido parece ser indispensable.<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392819914303464562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/StclI8G15HI/AAAAAAAABes/E711RE-UwXQ/s400/moto_0097.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>¿huele el poto?</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-1821746671688494467?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-27036782651859045732009-10-15T06:30:00.000-07:002009-10-15T06:31:40.184-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/StckN02vZZI/AAAAAAAABeU/UePSdMboZNU/s1600-h/chaqueta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392818898744599954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/StckN02vZZI/AAAAAAAABeU/UePSdMboZNU/s400/chaqueta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Debe ser una oferta. Tomada en el barrio de Vitacura, Santiago.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-2703678265185904573?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-1816917993278324552009-08-26T07:30:00.001-07:002009-08-26T07:31:50.180-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SpVHSxVrpPI/AAAAAAAABbk/gTUAzEH5ZuI/s1600-h/Imagen019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374280118144050418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SpVHSxVrpPI/AAAAAAAABbk/gTUAzEH5ZuI/s400/Imagen019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En una esquina famosa de Valparaíso</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-181691799327832455?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-3633826876425033692009-08-26T07:27:00.000-07:002009-08-26T07:29:46.787-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SpVGyIOAC4I/AAAAAAAABbc/_ivxg_yRpz0/s1600-h/Imagen0281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374279557350165378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SpVGyIOAC4I/AAAAAAAABbc/_ivxg_yRpz0/s400/Imagen0281.JPG" border="0" /></a>La música cubana tiene un efecto extraño en las fotos tomadas con el celular.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-363382687642503369?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-26750378469104023492009-08-19T08:12:00.001-07:002009-08-19T08:12:49.758-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowWZsT0wSI/AAAAAAAABa8/tO9AI1k_Sfg/s1600-h/Imagen012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693086193008930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowWZsT0wSI/AAAAAAAABa8/tO9AI1k_Sfg/s400/Imagen012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-2675037846910402349?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-86067009614285503272009-08-19T08:06:00.000-07:002009-08-19T08:11:52.560-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowWKSIxswI/AAAAAAAABa0/HdazDeK2Ry8/s1600-h/Imagen042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371692821469311746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowWKSIxswI/AAAAAAAABa0/HdazDeK2Ry8/s400/Imagen042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowWKL-mp7I/AAAAAAAABas/CJIm2l_aMVg/s1600-h/Imagen016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371692819816032178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowWKL-mp7I/AAAAAAAABas/CJIm2l_aMVg/s400/Imagen016.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cuentan en Chile que estos rayones son señales que bandas delictuales dejan, indicando "casa vacía" o "ya robada".<br />Dicen.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowVQnVaWUI/AAAAAAAABaU/LKzS4itNLG4/s1600-h/Imagen042.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SowVbhLsAbI/AAAAAAAABac/pQM6NRabcoI/s1600-h/Imagen016.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-8606700961428550327?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-22942555137796023152009-08-13T13:34:00.000-07:002009-08-13T13:37:02.599-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SoR5UXV6c1I/AAAAAAAABZ0/QDHoNnGvBaM/s1600-h/Pito+gueyes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369550046502744914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SoR5UXV6c1I/AAAAAAAABZ0/QDHoNnGvBaM/s400/Pito+gueyes.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Pequeño comentario del obrero urbano a las clases altas de Vitacura</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-2294255513779602315?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-31439437108677121202009-08-13T13:32:00.001-07:002009-08-13T13:33:54.527-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SoR4jL5APVI/AAAAAAAABZs/ZkzjahRGstk/s1600-h/santiago-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369549201615109458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SoR4jL5APVI/AAAAAAAABZs/ZkzjahRGstk/s400/santiago-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> ¿Es usted sicópata, sociopata, cleptómano, dipsómano o similar? Este es el lugar que ha estado buscando.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-3143943710867712120?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-10758441381165564822009-08-04T17:15:00.000-07:002009-08-04T17:17:52.160-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjPqi0bboI/AAAAAAAABYg/WZbfAhr-Sd4/s1600-h/gatomuerto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjPqi0bboI/AAAAAAAABYg/WZbfAhr-Sd4/s400/gatomuerto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366267285820108418" /></a><br />Un gatito muerto en las calles de Santiago.  Vivía en un estacionamiento y, camino al trabajo, le daba de comer.  Un día estaba muerto, tieso.  Santiago, 2007.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-1075844138116556482?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-30048279243266230672009-08-04T17:14:00.000-07:002009-08-04T17:15:45.970-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjPJwvyt-I/AAAAAAAABYY/j1H9dqUDlTA/s1600-h/peluche.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjPJwvyt-I/AAAAAAAABYY/j1H9dqUDlTA/s400/peluche.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366266722623076322" /></a><br />Los peluches a los que les falta un ojo me conmueven de forma extraña. Valparaíso, 2009.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-3004827924326623067?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-23835076089362227362009-08-04T17:12:00.003-07:002009-08-04T17:13:55.354-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjOnGtXpeI/AAAAAAAABYQ/YPZbgzt6RKU/s1600-h/señor.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjOnGtXpeI/AAAAAAAABYQ/YPZbgzt6RKU/s400/señor.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366266127223072226" /></a><br />Un ñor en el mercado de antiguedades de Valparaíso.  2009.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-2383507608936222736?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-67720983088056409422009-08-04T17:09:00.000-07:002009-08-04T17:11:57.731-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjORhY9fHI/AAAAAAAABYI/t0jDJlxXzAE/s1600-h/amadeo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnjORhY9fHI/AAAAAAAABYI/t0jDJlxXzAE/s400/amadeo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366265756428106866" /></a><br />Amadeo con una pistola.  México, 2009.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-6772098308805640942?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-85837400026718612312009-08-03T18:09:00.000-07:002009-08-03T18:11:51.292-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SneKpbr7fxI/AAAAAAAABYA/9iIit9XpnFE/s1600-h/BAires-7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SneKpbr7fxI/AAAAAAAABYA/9iIit9XpnFE/s400/BAires-7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365909925446516498" /></a><br />Buenos Aires, mayo 2008.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-8583740002671861231?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-46733164330181534792009-08-03T17:59:00.000-07:002009-08-03T18:04:33.556-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SneIqdBaKAI/AAAAAAAABX4/Qp1NaawKJgw/s1600-h/copec.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SneIqdBaKAI/AAAAAAAABX4/Qp1NaawKJgw/s400/copec.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365907743961655298" /></a><br />Los chilenos no dicen "gasolina", dicen "bencina".  A las gasolineras las llaman "la chell" o "la copec".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-4673316433018153479?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-8604574698815522492009-08-03T17:54:00.000-07:002009-08-03T17:59:33.290-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SneHcFwHzCI/AAAAAAAABXw/PMznX55xMEQ/s1600-h/flores.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SneHcFwHzCI/AAAAAAAABXw/PMznX55xMEQ/s400/flores.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365906397685337122" /></a><br /><p>Al final del invierno, en Santiago, salen flores silvestres en todas partes.  Agosto 2008.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-860457469881552249?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-69622371164848612452009-08-03T16:05:00.000-07:002009-08-03T16:10:00.350-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnduP0XXdVI/AAAAAAAABXg/n4SW1BB7hHU/s1600-h/gatos+callejeros.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SnduP0XXdVI/AAAAAAAABXg/n4SW1BB7hHU/s400/gatos+callejeros.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365878699068978514" /></a><br /><p></p><p>Frente al Mercado Central de Santiago. Enero 2009.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-6962237116484861245?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282241521071788776.post-76974000971663526322009-08-03T16:03:00.001-07:002009-08-03T16:16:53.822-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SndvoZJp74I/AAAAAAAABXo/s-BEbd-iq1A/s1600-h/faldas.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvHZHr8mtns/SndvoZJp74I/AAAAAAAABXo/s-BEbd-iq1A/s400/faldas.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365880220772069250" /></a><br /><p></p><p>Afuera del concierto "Me verás volver" de Soda Estero en Santiago de Chile. 2008.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7282241521071788776-7697400097166352632?l=santiagoundercover.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Reporte Sin Destinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10506704312894039845noreply@blogger.com0