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History of Latin American Dermatology

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<strong>History</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Dermatology</strong> in ColombiaI am looking for a woman’s skin:White or black, the color doesn’t matter.Warm, although I prefer it ardent.One which allows all caresses...(Juan Jaime Atuesta in “Classified I”).In their essence, medicine, and <strong>Dermatology</strong> in particular,contain a sensitivity toward art, and for thatreason many dermatologists cultivate its diversebranches. Standouts among them are: in painting, MaryAnn Robledo, Ángela Londoño, Melba Labrada and SergioMartínez; in drawing, Milton Mejía; in wood carving,Norma González; in stained-glass windows, JaimeBetancourt; in handicrafts, Lucía Van den Enden andClaudia Lozada; in sculpture, Jaime Betancourt andHugo Espinal; in poetry, Jaime Betancourt, Luis Hernando Moreno, Adriana Arrunátegui,José Librado Vásquez, Martha Valbuena, Luis Arturo Gamboa, César Iván Varela andBlanca Lilia Lesmes; in musical composition, César Iván Varela; in photography, JuanPedro Velásquez, Fernando Botero, Carlos Escobar, Jaime Gil, Carmen Alicia Martínez,Juan Jaime Atuesta, Xavier Rueda and Mabel Ávila (Figures 60, 61, 62, 63).Figure 60.Homage to myfather (oilpainting), MaryAnn RobledoFigure 61. Detail<strong>of</strong> mirror (MarioRobledo Villegas)in Figure 60Figure 62.Window toAfrica (oilpainting),SergioMartínezFigure 63.Stained glasswindow, JaimeBetancourtToday I looked at a flower, and in its petals your face drawnToday I smelled a flower, and in its aroma your breath reflectedToday I touched a flower, and in its s<strong>of</strong>tness felt your skinToday I drank from a flower, and in its nectar the aroma <strong>of</strong> your lipsToday I observed a flower, and in its brilliance the reflection <strong>of</strong> your tender[and pure regardToday I listened to the swaying <strong>of</strong> a flower, and in it I perceived[your sweet voice...(César Iván Varela Hernández, in “Thoughts”).Today I lost a tear,It got away without my noticing itWhen I was thinking <strong>of</strong> you.It was a furtive tearWhich nimbly rolled143

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