<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:06:49.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>things we lost in the way (Dylan's mirror)</title><subtitle type='html'>My life through Dylan's songs... and maybe others</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-5236576235346144326</id><published>2010-10-08T23:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:00:01.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TK-UPxkGFMI/AAAAAAAAA-E/yHGepqagmRA/s1600/08082010277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TK-UPxkGFMI/AAAAAAAAA-E/yHGepqagmRA/s320/08082010277.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525798266530567362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The last time I saw her&lt;br /&gt;Was the night she said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;She said that love's a stranger&lt;br /&gt;And it's sure to pass you by&lt;br /&gt;As she packed up her belongings&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;But I could see a tear roll&lt;br /&gt;Off her face&lt;br /&gt;As we both tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;Not to cry she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted the stars&lt;br /&gt;I never shot for the moon&lt;br /&gt;I like them right where they are&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;So baby just turn away&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't face the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;Is all I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;Where when how why love went away&lt;br /&gt;I tried to drown myself in pity&lt;br /&gt;But the whiskey kept calling your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought you fancy cars and diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;All the things that money brings&lt;br /&gt;And the servants to paint the sky blue&lt;br /&gt;And I worked so hard seven days a week&lt;br /&gt;And built a fortress for your heart to keep&lt;br /&gt;If I could I'd wrap these words up for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted the stars&lt;br /&gt;I never shot for the moon&lt;br /&gt;I like them right where they are&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;So baby just turn away&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't face the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;Is all I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have built for you a dreamhouse&lt;br /&gt;But never thought you were alone&lt;br /&gt;I filled the party up with company&lt;br /&gt;But never made our house a home&lt;br /&gt;All I got is my guitar these chords and the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I got is my guitar ... but all I want is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-5236576235346144326?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/5236576235346144326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=5236576235346144326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5236576235346144326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5236576235346144326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-you.html' title='I want you'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TK-UPxkGFMI/AAAAAAAAA-E/yHGepqagmRA/s72-c/08082010277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-1260189876726682081</id><published>2010-09-05T07:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T07:47:17.342+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I like when you are quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I like when you are quiet as if you were absent,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It seems that your eyes had flown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;As all things are filled with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Butterfly dreams, you are my soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;and you are like the word melancholy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I like when you are quiet and you seem distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And you're a moaning, a butterfly cooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;And you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Let me come with your silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Let me talk to you with your silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You are like the night stillness and constellations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Your silence is a star, as remote and candid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;I like when you are quiet as if you were absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Distant and painful as if you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;One word then, one smile is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;And I am happy, happy that it is not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-1260189876726682081?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/1260189876726682081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=1260189876726682081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/1260189876726682081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/1260189876726682081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-when-you-are-quiet.html' title='I like when you are quiet'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-922068048233840338</id><published>2010-08-31T20:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:18:59.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TH1G2gJyuDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gVDqmDfl4xU/s1600/13072010138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TH1G2gJyuDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gVDqmDfl4xU/s320/13072010138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511639421129242674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:10.8333px;"&gt;&lt;div id="gt-res-content" class="almost_half_cell" style="margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text" style=" line-height: 1.7em; vertical-align: top; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text" style=" line-height: 1.7em; vertical-align: top; margin-bottom: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had to do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;celebrate a year today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;any day as always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just today though the pie is rancid and I am not going to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wanted to blow a candle for all those I didn't  blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was a very busy year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;agreements &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and disagreements, books, coffee, and movies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;some tears and more coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The lakes and walks in Copenhagen, always Copenhagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's not true, there were also Barcelona, Paris and some more places,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;some you and too much of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I wanted to point out the smiles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sore cheeks that I had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;special moments and encounters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;because of the rest have already been written and said too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I had to do it, celebrate one more year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hugs and plundering of useless things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and vicious circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But I had to do it, though the cake is rancid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and I am not going to eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="long_text"  style=" line-height: 1.7em; vertical-align: top; margin-bottom: 5px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-922068048233840338?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/922068048233840338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=922068048233840338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/922068048233840338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/922068048233840338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-to-do-it.html' title='I had to do it'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TH1G2gJyuDI/AAAAAAAAA9o/gVDqmDfl4xU/s72-c/13072010138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4574786096589708321</id><published>2010-08-31T17:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:13:58.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I can write the saddest lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TH0cKLRLJkI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0oKKOkDTZx4/s1600/Shine_4bca4baab29f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TH0cKLRLJkI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0oKKOkDTZx4/s320/Shine_4bca4baab29f0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511592480120448578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;Write, for example, 'The night is shattered,&lt;br /&gt;and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;She loved me, and sometimes I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her,&lt;br /&gt;And the verse falls to the snow like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br /&gt;That night is shattered and she is not with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that is certain, but how I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer,&lt;br /&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4574786096589708321?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4574786096589708321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4574786096589708321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4574786096589708321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4574786096589708321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/08/tonight-i-can-write-saddest-lines.html' title='Tonight I can write the saddest lines'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TH0cKLRLJkI/AAAAAAAAA9g/0oKKOkDTZx4/s72-c/Shine_4bca4baab29f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-8737794224720178965</id><published>2010-07-18T21:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:52:34.571+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamin' Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TENbJXzqI_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/06lTlaQumQc/s1600/11072010102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TENbJXzqI_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/06lTlaQumQc/s320/11072010102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495336186889774066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 23px; font-family:georgia;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The light in this place is really bad&lt;br /&gt;Like being at the bottom of a stream&lt;br /&gt;Any minute now&lt;br /&gt;I’m expecting to wake up from a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Means so much, the softest touch&lt;br /&gt;By the grave of some child, who neither wept or smiled&lt;br /&gt;I pondered my faith in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do&lt;br /&gt;And it’s driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Somewhere dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Light is streaking ‘cross the floor&lt;br /&gt;Church bells are ringing&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who they’re ringing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Travel under any star&lt;br /&gt;You’ll see me wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;The shadowy past is awake and so vast&lt;br /&gt;I’m sleeping in the palace of pain&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do&lt;br /&gt;But it’s driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Maybe they’ll get me, maybe they won’t&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it won’t be tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wish your hand was in mine right now&lt;br /&gt;We could go where the moon is white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For years they had me locked in a cage&lt;br /&gt;Then they threw me onto the stage&lt;br /&gt;Some things just last longer than you thought they would&lt;br /&gt;And they never, ever explain&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do&lt;br /&gt;And it’s driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Well, I eat when I’m hungry, drink when I’m dry&lt;br /&gt;Live my life on the square&lt;br /&gt;Even if the flesh falls off my face&lt;br /&gt;It won’t matter, long as you’re there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Feel like a ghost in love&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;Feel further away than I ever did before&lt;br /&gt;Feel further than I can take&lt;br /&gt;Dreamin’ of you is all I do&lt;br /&gt;But it’s driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Everything in the way is so shiny today&lt;br /&gt;A queer and unusual fall&lt;br /&gt;Spirals of golden haze, here and there in a blaze&lt;br /&gt;Like beams of light in the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 1em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Maybe you were here and maybe you weren’t&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you touched somebody and got burnt&lt;br /&gt;The silent sun has got me on the run&lt;br /&gt;Burning a hole in my brain&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreamin’ of you, that’s all I do&lt;br /&gt;But it’s driving me insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-8737794224720178965?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/8737794224720178965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=8737794224720178965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8737794224720178965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8737794224720178965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/07/light-in-this-place-is-really-bad-like.html' title='Dreamin&apos; Of You'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TENbJXzqI_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/06lTlaQumQc/s72-c/11072010102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4946797448204658596</id><published>2010-06-24T09:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:26:20.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TCMH9NHGfqI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YYhGrYWBx10/s1600/17062010021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TCMH9NHGfqI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YYhGrYWBx10/s320/17062010021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486237519140257442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que todos buscamos lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; no sabemos muy bien que es ni donde esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;oímos hablar de la hermana mas hermosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;que se busca y no se puede encontrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La conocen los que la perdieron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los que la vieron de cerca, irse muy lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; y los que la volvieron a encontrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; la conocen los presos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;La libertad&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos faloperos, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; algunos con problemas de dinero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; porque se despiertan soñándola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; algunos que nacieron en el tiempo equivocado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; la libertad&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Todos los marginales del fin del mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; esclavos de alguna necesidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; los que sueñan despiertos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los que no pueden dormir,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la libertad&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos tristemente enamorados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagando todavía el precio del amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algunos que no pueden esperar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no aguantan más la necesidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Algunos cautivos de eso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; que no saben donde mirar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; tengo algunos hermanos&lt;br /&gt;y una hermana muy hermosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; la libertad&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual que Norberto,&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto muchas veces, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; donde esta?&lt;br /&gt;y no dejo de pensar, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será solamente una palabra,&lt;br /&gt;la hermana hermosa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la libertad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4946797448204658596?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4946797448204658596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4946797448204658596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4946797448204658596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4946797448204658596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/06/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/TCMH9NHGfqI/AAAAAAAAA8I/YYhGrYWBx10/s72-c/17062010021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-7438575229101566442</id><published>2010-05-10T19:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:24:21.682+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Changed my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S-hBMm5xIVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qrfZJ4ZGZXM/s1600/IMGP1847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S-hBMm5xIVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qrfZJ4ZGZXM/s320/IMGP1847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469693432298545490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was listening to the voices of death on parade&lt;br /&gt;Singing about conspiracy, wanted me to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Working for a system I couldn't understand or trust&lt;br /&gt;Suffered ridicule and wanting to give it all up in disgust&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But you changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;In hunger and need, you made my heart bleed&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Talk about salvation, people suddenly get tired&lt;br /&gt;They got a million things to do, they're all so inspired&lt;br /&gt;You do the work of the devil, you got a million friends&lt;br /&gt;They'll be there when you got something, they'll take it all in the end&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But you changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;I was under the gun, clouds blocking the sun&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, the nature of man is to beg and to steal&lt;br /&gt;I do it myself, it's not so unreal&lt;br /&gt;The call of the wild is forever at my door&lt;br /&gt;Wants me to fly like an eagle while being chained to the floor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But you changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;From silver and gold to what man cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was eating with the pigs off a fancy tray&lt;br /&gt;I was told i was looking good and to have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;It all seemed so proper, it all seemed so elite&lt;br /&gt;Eating that absolute garbage while being so discreet&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But you changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;From silver and gold to what man cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You were glowing in the sun while being peaceably calm&lt;br /&gt;While orphans of man danced to the beat of the palm&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were on fire, your feet were of brass&lt;br /&gt;In the world you had made they made you an outcast&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;From silver and gold to what man cannot hold&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There was someone in my body that I could hardly see&lt;br /&gt;Invading my privacy making my decisions for me&lt;br /&gt;Holding me back, not letting me stand&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel like a stranger in a strange land&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;But you changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;You come down the line, give me a new mind&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My Lord and my Savior, my companion, my friend&lt;br /&gt;Heart fixer, mind regulator, true to the end&lt;br /&gt;My creator, my comforter, my cause for joy&lt;br /&gt;What the world is set against but will never destroy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Came along in a time of strife&lt;br /&gt;You came in like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-7438575229101566442?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/7438575229101566442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=7438575229101566442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7438575229101566442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7438575229101566442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-changed-my-life.html' title='You Changed my Life'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S-hBMm5xIVI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qrfZJ4ZGZXM/s72-c/IMGP1847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4532697896675728948</id><published>2010-05-01T15:16:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:45:34.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>was not happy ending for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S9wqXBEWtzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/X3t6mb-bzHE/s1600/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S9wqXBEWtzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/X3t6mb-bzHE/s320/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466290622632998706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the hardest words that I've ever written &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I feel as if I'm wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;And I'm wasting every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something is on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;But not together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4532697896675728948?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4532697896675728948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4532697896675728948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4532697896675728948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4532697896675728948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/05/was-not-happy-ending-for-us.html' title='was not happy ending for us'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S9wqXBEWtzI/AAAAAAAAA7A/X3t6mb-bzHE/s72-c/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-131726466230066093</id><published>2010-04-10T16:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:09:26.179+02:00</updated><title type='text'>all we can do is keep breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S8CGY7CKIGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/R_bqb79iy84/s1600/eduard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S8CGY7CKIGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/R_bqb79iy84/s320/eduard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458510511094767714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm is coming but I don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; People are dying, I close my blinds&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I know is I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I want to change the world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe in more than you and me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that I know is I'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-131726466230066093?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/131726466230066093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=131726466230066093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/131726466230066093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/131726466230066093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-we-can-do-is-keep-breathing.html' title='all we can do is keep breathing'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S8CGY7CKIGI/AAAAAAAAA6c/R_bqb79iy84/s72-c/eduard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-7362224201931515613</id><published>2010-03-12T20:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:04:51.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S6T_h6sRXTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iHy1N9gJVDA/s1600-h/20080827020012-profundo-silencio-azul-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S6T_h6sRXTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iHy1N9gJVDA/s320/20080827020012-profundo-silencio-azul-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450762407180852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;All these lines across my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tell you the story of who I am,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how I got where I am&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these stories don´t mean anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;when you have got no one to tell them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and that is you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ou see the smile that is on my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;it is hidding the words dont come out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; all the friends who think that I'm blessed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; And they don't know what &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; I've been through&lt;br /&gt;like you do&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-7362224201931515613?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/7362224201931515613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=7362224201931515613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7362224201931515613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7362224201931515613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2010/03/you.html' title='you...'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/S6T_h6sRXTI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/iHy1N9gJVDA/s72-c/20080827020012-profundo-silencio-azul-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-996852324658634651</id><published>2009-10-07T22:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:41:33.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Ssz83brkECI/AAAAAAAAA3U/EhfVMdR_2aE/s1600-h/IMGP1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Ssz83brkECI/AAAAAAAAA3U/EhfVMdR_2aE/s320/IMGP1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389960883309121570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="content"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgetful heart&lt;br /&gt;Lost your power of recall&lt;br /&gt;Every little detail&lt;br /&gt;You don't remember at all&lt;br /&gt;The times we knew&lt;br /&gt;Who would remember better then you&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Forgetful heart&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and had a good time you and I&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long&lt;br /&gt;Now you're content to let the days go by&lt;br /&gt;When you were there&lt;br /&gt;You were the answer to my prayer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Forgetful heart&lt;br /&gt;We loved with all the love that life can give&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;Without you it's so hard to live&lt;br /&gt;Can't take much more&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we love like we did before&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Forgetful heart&lt;br /&gt;Like a walking shadow in my brain&lt;br /&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake and listen to the sound of pain&lt;br /&gt;The door has closed forevermore&lt;br /&gt;If indeed there ever was a door&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-996852324658634651?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/996852324658634651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=996852324658634651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/996852324658634651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/996852324658634651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/10/forgetful-heart.html' title='Forgetful heart'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Ssz83brkECI/AAAAAAAAA3U/EhfVMdR_2aE/s72-c/IMGP1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-6079172110561301275</id><published>2009-08-26T22:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:31:41.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SpWbWmS_X0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/ou1UDQ0UXJ0/s1600-h/IMG_7066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SpWbWmS_X0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/ou1UDQ0UXJ0/s320/IMG_7066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374372542876180290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh aeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; My baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon will take care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; All the stars, your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Raining just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon will set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; My baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon will repair me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh his heart enjoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Restores eyes alloyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Carry me through the olden void&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; His arms are warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon was never born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Aeon’s eyes forlorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; He contains the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; He’s the pasture of my dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; My baby boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon will take care of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Hold my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; For it is myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Without him I wouldn’t exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Oh aeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Love my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; For my father is myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Hold that man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; In your tender clutch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; Hold that man I love so much     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-6079172110561301275?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/6079172110561301275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=6079172110561301275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6079172110561301275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6079172110561301275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/08/aeon.html' title='Aeon'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SpWbWmS_X0I/AAAAAAAAA2E/ou1UDQ0UXJ0/s72-c/IMG_7066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-1301039141942524772</id><published>2009-08-08T14:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:56:28.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just pray for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Sn113TVyWvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XtVrzqrNBrE/s1600-h/IMGP1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Sn113TVyWvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XtVrzqrNBrE/s320/IMGP1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367575923840408306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll send you a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;From the frontline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Please send applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And some good advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You were born with a compass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A map on your table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tell me how did you find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your bearings were wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just pray for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pray for sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;These days are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I'm missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The city is no place to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ah, but I never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I could choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It was plain from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Plain from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I was playing for time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I need laughter and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Some special drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I need cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There's killers behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Devils ahead, send protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I will drown in this city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I will drown in this trench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Built for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And the only thing left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yeah the only thing left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Is the running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And these clouds keep on rolling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I, I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Take this guitar right out of my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This town don't want drunkards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Or singers of bad poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They want dancing and drugs and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And we don't have them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Just pray for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pray for sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;These days are cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And I'm missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This letter was meant for your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Destroy it and then just go hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're the only thing left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That makes any sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Please don't blow it         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-1301039141942524772?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/1301039141942524772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=1301039141942524772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/1301039141942524772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/1301039141942524772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-pray-for.html' title='Just pray for...'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Sn113TVyWvI/AAAAAAAAA1k/XtVrzqrNBrE/s72-c/IMGP1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-8123384396309632982</id><published>2009-06-07T11:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:23:22.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are near me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SiuG81xDziI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mIiWBkv2R4c/s1600-h/20051218032715-lovers-with-blue-eyes-john-nolan-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SiuG81xDziI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mIiWBkv2R4c/s320/20051218032715-lovers-with-blue-eyes-john-nolan-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344513762588347938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're near me I have no fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I'm untrue you see right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know me as deep as the sea goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calm my head whenever the storm blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my restless hour I'm holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The words you say that lay my soul to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dream of buildings that burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sky turns black I toss and turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This love branches out like an oak tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reach for the sky and roots to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So when you're shaken down and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find some peace of mind in knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd throw them all away when I'm hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deep as the sea goes, all I know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would throw it all away... far away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-8123384396309632982?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/8123384396309632982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=8123384396309632982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8123384396309632982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8123384396309632982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-are-near-me.html' title='When you are near me'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SiuG81xDziI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mIiWBkv2R4c/s72-c/20051218032715-lovers-with-blue-eyes-john-nolan-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2265584089234075446</id><published>2009-05-10T10:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:53:51.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner of your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SgaV1UlLPJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/RnLbjHqe568/s1600-h/a39_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SgaV1UlLPJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/RnLbjHqe568/s320/a39_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334115551957171346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;There is a corner of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;for me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a corner of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;just for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I will pack my bags,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to stay in the corner of your heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;There is room beneath beneath your bed,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave this time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to sleep underneath your bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;there is one minute of your day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;I will leave my past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;just to occupy one minute of your day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to sleep underneath your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;just to stay in the corner of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2265584089234075446?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2265584089234075446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2265584089234075446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2265584089234075446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2265584089234075446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/05/corner-of-your-heart.html' title='Corner of your heart'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SgaV1UlLPJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/RnLbjHqe568/s72-c/a39_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4126585176203069834</id><published>2009-04-18T10:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:11:28.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, don't take your love away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SemK36xiUGI/AAAAAAAAAzo/M1KX33EC604/s1600-h/20090313021008-under-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SemK36xiUGI/AAAAAAAAAzo/M1KX33EC604/s320/20090313021008-under-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325940727616786530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting here just watching you sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could slip inside and be in some technicolor dream&lt;br /&gt;But the air's too thick for one of us to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fool enough to think you couldn't live life without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come this far to throw the towel in&lt;br /&gt;I didn't fight this hard to walk away&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't smart enough to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's just because the words got in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I was you and you were me&lt;br /&gt;We were more than just the same&lt;br /&gt;Now these shoes don't fit, my skin's too tight&lt;br /&gt;When you want a kiss, I take a bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart call up the cops, read me my rights&lt;br /&gt;Last night I drank enough to drown&lt;br /&gt;Raise a toast to your good looks and to my health&lt;br /&gt;Look, we both know how much I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;So baby, don't you take your love away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve someone to give it to you straight&lt;br /&gt;To find the soul through flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;My life's a treasure, full of sunny weather&lt;br /&gt;But it's left me feeling cold&lt;br /&gt;Now all you wanna do is take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated you, the night you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;I hated you, 'cause I couldn't love myself&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging you now, baby please just hold me&lt;br /&gt;I got one foot in, one foot off the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4126585176203069834?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4126585176203069834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4126585176203069834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4126585176203069834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4126585176203069834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-dont-take-your-love-away.html' title='Baby, don&apos;t take your love away.'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SemK36xiUGI/AAAAAAAAAzo/M1KX33EC604/s72-c/20090313021008-under-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-8014980734640897305</id><published>2009-04-02T00:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:27:24.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She is always arround my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;like an elf with sad sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a mirrow for the solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that always follows me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she would never grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but I never found out that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;she was already given her live up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but she liked to play with me anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-8014980734640897305?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/8014980734640897305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=8014980734640897305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8014980734640897305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8014980734640897305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-is-always-arround-my-mind-like-elf.html' title='fuck up'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-5165639218902647918</id><published>2009-03-25T18:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:16:48.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the right thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Scpm5iI1QKI/AAAAAAAAAzI/PcHJ56-0g_w/s1600-h/img-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Scpm5iI1QKI/AAAAAAAAAzI/PcHJ56-0g_w/s320/img-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317175448666718370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't wanna judge nobody, don't wanna be judged,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna touch nobody, don't wanna be touched.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hurt nobody, don't wanna be hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna treat nobody like they was dirt.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But if you do right to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do right to you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya got to do unto others&lt;br /&gt;Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't wanna shoot nobody, don't wanna be shot,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna buy nobody, don't wanna be bought.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna bury nobody, don't wanna be buried,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna marry nobody if they're already married.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But if you do right to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do right to you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya got to do unto others&lt;br /&gt;Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't wanna burn nobody, don't wanna be burned,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna learn from nobody what I gotta unlearn.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna cheat nobody, don't wanna be cheated,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna defeat nobody if they already been defeated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But if you do right to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do right to you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya got to do unto others&lt;br /&gt;Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't wanna wink at nobody, don't wanna be winked at,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be used by nobody for a doormat.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna confuse nobody, don't wanna be confused,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna amuse nobody, don't wanna be amused.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But if you do right to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do right to you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya got to do unto others&lt;br /&gt;Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't wanna betray nobody, don't wanna be betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna play with nobody, don't wanna be waylaid.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna miss nobody, don't wanna be missed,&lt;br /&gt;Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But if you do right to me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do right to you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Ya got to do unto others&lt;br /&gt;Like you'd have them, like you'd have them, do unto you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-5165639218902647918?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/5165639218902647918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=5165639218902647918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5165639218902647918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5165639218902647918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-right-thing.html' title='Do the right thing'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Scpm5iI1QKI/AAAAAAAAAzI/PcHJ56-0g_w/s72-c/img-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-937889112333023223</id><published>2009-03-21T10:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:51:40.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that finally you will love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/ScS5zbShOYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QypVl60En30/s1600-h/acuarela+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/ScS5zbShOYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QypVl60En30/s320/acuarela+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315577753353927042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me the sweet sound of your sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how live smile when your dark eyes look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you that hurted me so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but at the end everything is forgoten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day you will love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the roses will dress for a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with their better color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the wind and the bells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;will say that finally you are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the fountains will explain our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the night you will love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the jelous stars will look at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and a misterious thunder will screem for our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the day you will love there will be only harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the life will bloom and there wouldn't be any pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;until the daylight will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-937889112333023223?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/937889112333023223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=937889112333023223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/937889112333023223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/937889112333023223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-that-finally-you-love-me.html' title='The day that finally you will love me'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/ScS5zbShOYI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QypVl60En30/s72-c/acuarela+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2085819804644143093</id><published>2009-02-28T14:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:09:04.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I had so much to give you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Sak7uC4qAdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hmAODkIInJM/s1600-h/20070708221730-alegrame-el-dia-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Sak7uC4qAdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hmAODkIInJM/s320/20070708221730-alegrame-el-dia-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839298067366354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise to keep you deeply in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise remember those strange days together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise to light a candel on that especial day we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and blow it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I promise to never forget it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I walk slowly thinking in coming back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;still wandering which part of your destiny remains with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;still wandering which part we left in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had so much to give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many things to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had so much love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kept it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had so much that I curse my luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes I curse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2085819804644143093?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2085819804644143093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2085819804644143093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2085819804644143093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2085819804644143093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-so-much-to-give-you.html' title='I had so much to give you...'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/Sak7uC4qAdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/hmAODkIInJM/s72-c/20070708221730-alegrame-el-dia-nicoletta-tomas-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-8675303302270348795</id><published>2009-02-26T16:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:24:23.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She has flown away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She has green eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and a sun in her front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;flowers grew where she steped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she was the queen of the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she liked to fly she liked to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;there's long time ago since she flown away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;without say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but she does not say anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;because there is nothing else she could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;she took my colour paintures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and she left me alone in this strange world&lt;br /&gt;and this hurts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-8675303302270348795?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/8675303302270348795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=8675303302270348795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8675303302270348795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8675303302270348795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-has-flown-away.html' title='She has flown away'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-3691024602379630913</id><published>2009-01-11T23:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:11:07.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not throw it away... this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SWpub1-KXzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/HkUv2FZ40tw/s1600-h/nina_valiente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SWpub1-KXzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/HkUv2FZ40tw/s320/nina_valiente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290162136923397938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I once held her in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;She said she would always stay.&lt;br /&gt;But I was cruel,&lt;br /&gt;I treated her like a fool,&lt;br /&gt;I threw it all away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.&lt;br /&gt;I must have been mad,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what I had,&lt;br /&gt;Until I threw it all away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round,&lt;br /&gt;Love and only love, it can't be denied.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you think about it&lt;br /&gt;You just won't be able to do without it.&lt;br /&gt;Take a tip from one who's tried.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;So if you find someone that gives you all of her love,&lt;br /&gt;Take it to your heart, don't let it stray,&lt;br /&gt;For one thing that's certain,&lt;br /&gt;You will surely be a-hurtin',&lt;br /&gt;If you throw it all away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-3691024602379630913?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/3691024602379630913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=3691024602379630913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3691024602379630913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3691024602379630913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-not-throw-it-away-this-time.html' title='I will not throw it away... this time'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SWpub1-KXzI/AAAAAAAAAxI/HkUv2FZ40tw/s72-c/nina_valiente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-7694092077432893913</id><published>2008-12-24T17:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:40:53.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SVJhWpii7nI/AAAAAAAAAv8/p0_P5ZOfNNs/s1600-h/el-beso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SVJhWpii7nI/AAAAAAAAAv8/p0_P5ZOfNNs/s320/el-beso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283392354594778738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was looking at you and you grew up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was speaking to you and you were sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I loved you and you hided from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe I did prefer you in this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;before I got you close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and felt that you were really far away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Perhaps I would like to talk with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;to feel what you listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and feel the echo of my empty voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Possibly I do love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;simply, without more, do love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;knowing what you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;knowing that you are really lying me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;That eventhough your silents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;eventhough your absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;of your remote shelters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;of your indifference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;perhaps I still want that you come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maybe in my sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;you reply with happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;that with my reproaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;you reply with silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Possibly, I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I want to sleep close to your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;without that you feel mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;kiss your cold lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;take you rigid hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I want... it is not possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;want to love you, still love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;because someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;made of you what you are now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-7694092077432893913?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/7694092077432893913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=7694092077432893913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7694092077432893913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7694092077432893913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-i-love-you.html' title='Maybe I love you'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SVJhWpii7nI/AAAAAAAAAv8/p0_P5ZOfNNs/s72-c/el-beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2662740899608538013</id><published>2008-12-15T21:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:19:01.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there a life before death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbJPE6ooNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/445L5QF0U3w/s1600-h/20080418115534-furia-cristina-de-padua-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbJPE6ooNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/445L5QF0U3w/s320/20080418115534-furia-cristina-de-padua-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280128873993380050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;At some point, many years ago, I got lost. I lost prespective, logic, sense and motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;I don't remember any especial thing that leaded me to this point. I haven't lived any experience traumatic enough to finish where I am. Simply, happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;At some point, I began to make me questions. Questions without answers. Questions without any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Has sense to live if finally we all going to die? From a romantic and idealistic, poetic included,  point of view there would be thousands of answers, I know that! But from a practical point of view... Has any sense to build something which destiny is to disappear? What is the sense of the survival sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At some point I surrended. I ran out of ambicions, the capacity of dreaming, the will to live fast, the faith, the unconformism, be thirsty of answers, nihilism, combative spirit, ideals, projects, curiosity.... All that I had been acumulated during my youth and that now was the food to my soul. Does really exist the soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;Today, many people tell me that this is the natural process of when one grows up. That this happens to everybody and that is simply normal. That life, the years, the past of time makes you grow up. And me, that since some years ago I don't find any sense to anything, I ask: Grow up? for what? What is the sense of this? After asking this many times, I have only found one answer. Growing up is to figure out that the death is every day closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember a sentence of the book &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the heart leads you&lt;/span&gt;: "If life has a sense-will tell you the voice- the sense is the death, all the other things just spin arround her. What a discover, that must die everyody knows. It is true, with our brain all we know that, but to know it with our mind it a totally different thing that to know it with our heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At some point, I don't remember when, I know with the heart that the meaning of life is the death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day I began to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2662740899608538013?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2662740899608538013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2662740899608538013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2662740899608538013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2662740899608538013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-there-life-before-death.html' title='Is there a life before death?'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbJPE6ooNI/AAAAAAAAAv0/445L5QF0U3w/s72-c/20080418115534-furia-cristina-de-padua-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2058001593201573446</id><published>2008-11-20T22:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:39:54.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Martina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSXVaYvvvII/AAAAAAAAAok/PQtEMtR9Y0I/s1600-h/martina+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSXVaYvvvII/AAAAAAAAAok/PQtEMtR9Y0I/s320/martina+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270853588203060354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh, where little Martina?&lt;br /&gt;Over yonder she stands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rifle on her shoulder,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six-shooter in her hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How can I ever stand it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just to see them two blue eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shinin' like some diamonds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Like some diamonds in the sky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, it's march me away to the station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With my suitcase in my hand.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, march me away to the station,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm off to some far-distant land.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have a nickel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And sometimes I have a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sometimes I have ten dollars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just to pay for little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Martina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'s milk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pretty flowers are made for blooming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pretty stars are made to shine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girls are made for boy's love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Martina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; was made for us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2058001593201573446?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2058001593201573446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2058001593201573446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2058001593201573446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2058001593201573446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-martina.html' title='Little Martina'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSXVaYvvvII/AAAAAAAAAok/PQtEMtR9Y0I/s72-c/martina+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-7360249380449572864</id><published>2008-11-18T00:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:55:46.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSIEZsAn41I/AAAAAAAAAoc/jL0-yamAlkI/s1600-h/20070722142914-two-under-the-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSIEZsAn41I/AAAAAAAAAoc/jL0-yamAlkI/s320/20070722142914-two-under-the-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269779353333916498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tonight I dreamed with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Don't be afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;was a sweet dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;nothing similar to the past nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Tonight I dreamed that I didn't love you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that I saw far away and I didn't want to see you nearby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;but you were coming closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and you gave me one of your sad smiles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and one of your slow caress over my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;But I didn't feel anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;You looked at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;with your sweet and melancoly view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that have your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;but I didn't see my eyes reflected on yours anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you were not my mirror anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;No edge, no danger, no concience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;no desire, no shelter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Today I dreamed on you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I dreamed that you left me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;when I told you that I didn't love you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that I didn't want neither your caress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;nor your smiles nor your views nor your hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That I didn't miss you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and that I didn't want to be close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;That you only understand  love with suffer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and I didn't want to suffer with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that in your world of fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;you are  holding to loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;though you heart is crying to go out from darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;In my dream I told that I don't have more fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that I don't want loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;that simply I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Look what strange I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;what a things I dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and you left me crying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-7360249380449572864?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/7360249380449572864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=7360249380449572864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7360249380449572864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7360249380449572864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSIEZsAn41I/AAAAAAAAAoc/jL0-yamAlkI/s72-c/20070722142914-two-under-the-moon-ivan-koulakov-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-3560923573525220798</id><published>2008-11-17T19:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:58:00.529+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You are only happy in the sun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSG99dydnfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1Cx30nZmg24/s1600-h/A-ver-que-el-dia-soleado-y-cojemos-el-sol-con-los-dedos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSG99dydnfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1Cx30nZmg24/s320/A-ver-que-el-dia-soleado-y-cojemos-el-sol-con-los-dedos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269701902666145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know you may not want to see me&lt;br /&gt;On your way down from the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Would you hear me if I told you&lt;br /&gt;That my heart is with you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you find what you were after?&lt;br /&gt;The pain and the laughter brought you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;But if the sun sets you free,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be free indeed, Indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear you laughing,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Like the story of life, of your life&lt;br /&gt;Is hello, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;you are only happy in the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-3560923573525220798?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/3560923573525220798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=3560923573525220798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3560923573525220798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3560923573525220798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-only-happy-in-sun.html' title='You are only happy in the sun.'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SSG99dydnfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1Cx30nZmg24/s72-c/A-ver-que-el-dia-soleado-y-cojemos-el-sol-con-los-dedos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4410157509818735072</id><published>2008-11-16T11:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:42:21.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hvem der bare ku'klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv?</title><content type='html'>Don't trust me when I swear "Impossible"&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sure of my doubts&lt;br /&gt;"never ever" sometimes means "maybe"&lt;br /&gt;Don't run if I tell you "go to hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead is like a hurted lover&lt;br /&gt;that play hard and doesn't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the busy lips&lt;br /&gt;becomes lazy after two kisses&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my heart holds to lost causes&lt;br /&gt;but know that be without you&lt;br /&gt;is like living on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm just trying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that the waitting is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;but that I will not try to look for you&lt;br /&gt;because there will be the risk of find you out&lt;br /&gt;but know that I'm still owing you some love words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4410157509818735072?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4410157509818735072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4410157509818735072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4410157509818735072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4410157509818735072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/11/hvem-der-bare-kuklare-sig-med-hjlp-fra.html' title='hvem der bare ku&apos;klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv?'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-1795382162045636634</id><published>2008-11-04T00:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:34:58.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep blue silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SQ-GmBs3a7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Mj_fN2ZcFxY/s1600-h/profundo-silencio_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SQ-GmBs3a7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Mj_fN2ZcFxY/s320/profundo-silencio_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264574477269167026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What can I say to you, my dear, that I haven't said yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What can I tell you to convince you that my love is real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What must I do to prove my inconditional surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What should I write to show you how much I need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;What should I sign to be sure that I will follow you wherever you ask me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I will look at your heary face and with a long silence I will prove that all I said is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If today was not an endless highway,&lt;br /&gt;If tonight was not a crooked trail,&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,&lt;br /&gt;Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',&lt;br /&gt;Only if she was lyin' by me,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd lie in my bed once again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't see my reflection in the waters,&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,&lt;br /&gt;Or can't remember the sound of my own name.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',&lt;br /&gt;Only if she was lyin' by me,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd lie in my bed once again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,&lt;br /&gt;There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty&lt;br /&gt;That I remember in my true love's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',&lt;br /&gt;Only if she was lyin' by me,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd lie in my bed once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-1795382162045636634?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/1795382162045636634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=1795382162045636634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/1795382162045636634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/1795382162045636634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-blue-silence.html' title='Deep blue silence'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SQ-GmBs3a7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/Mj_fN2ZcFxY/s72-c/profundo-silencio_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-3360757334592411028</id><published>2008-10-10T19:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:08:41.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep well, my dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SO-Z1Pl08AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JbWFmqmp56E/s1600-h/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SO-Z1Pl08AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JbWFmqmp56E/s320/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255588430161965058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here we are again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to screw it up this time!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do the correct!&lt;br /&gt;Trying this time not to lose something I shouldn't never have lost before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to jump... I will!&lt;br /&gt;If I have to believe... I will!&lt;br /&gt;If you tell me to put me apart... I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you will be gone, because you will (I know), I hope I could remember you as one of the most amazing dreams I've ever had, as something will always come back to my mind whenever I'll open an excepcional red wine :-)&lt;br /&gt;Because this is how I will remember you, caught into a fancy bottle that makes feel drunk of pleasure and happiness whenever I open you and taste you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can hear the turning of the key&lt;br /&gt;I've been deceived by the clown inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he was righteous but he's vain&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost&lt;br /&gt;He's always off somewhere when I need him most.&lt;br /&gt;The Spanish moon is rising on the hill&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I come back to the town from the flaming moon&lt;br /&gt;I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon.&lt;br /&gt;I love to see you dress before the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everybody's wearing a disguise&lt;br /&gt;To hide what they've got left behind their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;But me, I can't cover what I am&lt;br /&gt;Wherever the children go I'll follow them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I march in the parade of liberty&lt;br /&gt;But as long as I love you I'm not free.&lt;br /&gt;How long must I suffer such abuse&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've given up the game, I've got to leave,&lt;br /&gt;The pot of gold is only make-believe.&lt;br /&gt;The treasure can't be found by men who search&lt;br /&gt;Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,&lt;br /&gt;I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.&lt;br /&gt;My head tells me it's time to make a change&lt;br /&gt;But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One more time at midnight, near the wall&lt;br /&gt;Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.&lt;br /&gt;Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-3360757334592411028?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/3360757334592411028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=3360757334592411028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3360757334592411028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3360757334592411028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleep-well-my-dear.html' title='Sleep well, my dear'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SO-Z1Pl08AI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JbWFmqmp56E/s72-c/20071231041400-sleep-well-my-dear-ivan-koulakov-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-69404846374628581</id><published>2008-10-02T23:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:44:22.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A rose for a  girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SOVAImzLr2I/AAAAAAAAAnE/nGqfvpll0Dk/s1600-h/240Picasso.SenEspejo.51366c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SOVAImzLr2I/AAAAAAAAAnE/nGqfvpll0Dk/s320/240Picasso.SenEspejo.51366c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252675056995905378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Es por culpa de una hembra&lt;br /&gt;que me estoy volviendo loco&lt;br /&gt;No puedo vivir sin ella&lt;br /&gt;pero con ella tampoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si de este mal de amores&lt;br /&gt;yo me fuera pa la tumba&lt;br /&gt;a mi no me mandeis flores&lt;br /&gt;que como dice esta rumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quise cortar la flor&lt;br /&gt;mas tierna del rosal&lt;br /&gt;pensando que de amor&lt;br /&gt;no me podria pinchar&lt;br /&gt;y mientras me pinchaba&lt;br /&gt;me enseño una cosa&lt;br /&gt;que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando abri la mano&lt;br /&gt;y la deje caer&lt;br /&gt;rompieron a sangrar&lt;br /&gt;las llagas en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y con sus petalos&lt;br /&gt;me la curo mimosa&lt;br /&gt;que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuanto mas me cura&lt;br /&gt;al ratito mas me escuece&lt;br /&gt;porque amar es el empiece&lt;br /&gt;de la palabra amargura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mentira y un credo&lt;br /&gt;por cada espina del tallo&lt;br /&gt;que injertandose en los dedos&lt;br /&gt;una rosa es un rosario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando abri la mano&lt;br /&gt;y la deje caer&lt;br /&gt;rompieron a sangrar&lt;br /&gt;las llagas en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;y con sus petalos&lt;br /&gt;me la curo mimosa&lt;br /&gt;que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-69404846374628581?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/69404846374628581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=69404846374628581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/69404846374628581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/69404846374628581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-love-of-woman.html' title='A rose for a  girl'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SOVAImzLr2I/AAAAAAAAAnE/nGqfvpll0Dk/s72-c/240Picasso.SenEspejo.51366c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-6197439971002611722</id><published>2008-10-02T21:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:10:41.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginnig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SOUclGtCrzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/76oAV9uHaq4/s1600-h/Martina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SOUclGtCrzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/76oAV9uHaq4/s320/Martina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252635964177821490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Here she is... say hello to Martina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sang the song slowly&lt;br /&gt;As she stood in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;She stepped to the light&lt;br /&gt;As my silver strings spun&lt;br /&gt;She called with her eyes&lt;br /&gt;To the tune I's a-playin'&lt;br /&gt;But the song it was long&lt;br /&gt;And I'd only begun&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through a bullet of light&lt;br /&gt;Her face was reflectin'&lt;br /&gt;The fast fading words&lt;br /&gt;That rolled from my tongue&lt;br /&gt;With a long-distance look&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes was on fire&lt;br /&gt;But the song it was long&lt;br /&gt;And there was more to be sung.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My eyes danced a circle&lt;br /&gt;Across her clear outline&lt;br /&gt;With her head tilted sideways&lt;br /&gt;She called me again&lt;br /&gt;As the tune drifted out&lt;br /&gt;She breathed hard through the echo&lt;br /&gt;But the song it was long&lt;br /&gt;And it was far to the end&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I glanced at my guitar&lt;br /&gt;And played it pretendin'&lt;br /&gt;That of all the eyes out there&lt;br /&gt;I could see none&lt;br /&gt;As her thoughts pounded hard&lt;br /&gt;Like the pierce of an arrow&lt;br /&gt;But the song it was long&lt;br /&gt;And it had to get done&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the tune finally folded&lt;br /&gt;I laid down the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Then looked for the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who'd stayed for so long&lt;br /&gt;But her shadow was missin'&lt;br /&gt;For all of my searchin'&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up my guitar&lt;br /&gt;And began the next song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-6197439971002611722?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/6197439971002611722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=6197439971002611722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6197439971002611722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6197439971002611722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-beginnig.html' title='A new beginnig'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SOUclGtCrzI/AAAAAAAAAm8/76oAV9uHaq4/s72-c/Martina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-3089285412300325357</id><published>2008-09-21T12:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:10:15.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A song for a cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SNYlsPkWDSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7e6EagLiJIY/s1600-h/Steinlen_ChatNoir1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SNYlsPkWDSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7e6EagLiJIY/s320/Steinlen_ChatNoir1896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248423857770335522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Are you supersticious? I think I'm not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why should I? Does this mean I'm too rational?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Does this mean that my brain is ruling all my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'm tired that people just people classify me as this just because my profession. That I'm a mathematician and that I love this job does not mean I'm a very rational and heartless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I don't know if this is true though, however I would like to believe that not. I would like to believe that there are another things playing on me! That my decisions are not taken from a cold and all-calculated point of view! That my heart takes also part on that.. but which is the correct recipe?? Where is the balance between heart and brain? I suppose that no one can tell you this... because maybe does not even exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, as a red hair cat told me one night:&lt;br /&gt;"you can find you balance here!!!" and she touched a point between my heart and my head, but unfortunetly the day after I didn't remember where she touched ;-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cat's in the well, the wolf is looking down.&lt;br /&gt;He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cat's in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Cat's in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;She ain't hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin' her deep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat's in the well and grief is showing its face&lt;br /&gt;The world's being slaughtered and it's such a bloody disgrace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cat's in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.&lt;br /&gt;The cat's in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.&lt;br /&gt;Back alley Sally is doing the American jump.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The cat's in the well, and pappa is reading the news.&lt;br /&gt;His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cat's in the well and the barn is full of bull&lt;br /&gt;The cat's in the well and the barn is full of bull&lt;br /&gt;The night is so long and the table is oh, so full&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The cat's in the well and the servant is at the door.&lt;br /&gt;The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The cat's in the well, the leaves are starting to fall&lt;br /&gt;The cat's in the well, leaves are starting to fall&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-3089285412300325357?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/3089285412300325357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=3089285412300325357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3089285412300325357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3089285412300325357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-for-cat.html' title='A song for a cat'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SNYlsPkWDSI/AAAAAAAAAmM/7e6EagLiJIY/s72-c/Steinlen_ChatNoir1896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-5119300362137864628</id><published>2008-09-02T22:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:44:26.667+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SL2iQLgzwRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BPaIzTqu2pg/s1600-h/lennon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SL2iQLgzwRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BPaIzTqu2pg/s320/lennon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241523940181131538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;War is over! if there was some war on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Today has been an especial day! Many things have been definetly closed ;-(  Things that had on my mind annoying and torturing me are finally vanished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;So it is time to look forward, rebuild all the buildings destroyed by the high explosive words, to restore the confidence destroyed by the angry actions, to make love with your enemy and that from this union a new, happy and promising future comes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm sorry but after so many time... I'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're playing those mind games together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pushing barriers, planting seeds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playing the mind guerilla, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanting the Mantra peace on earth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all been playing mind games forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doing the mind guerilla, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some call it the search for the grail, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is the answer and you know that for sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is flower you got to let it, you got to let it grow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So keep on playing those mind games together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith in the future outta the now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You just can't beat on those mind guerillas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah we're playing those mind games forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Projecting our images in space and in time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes is the answer and you know that for sure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes is the surrender you got to let it, you got to let it go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So keep on playing those mind games together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doing the ritual dance inn the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millions of mind guerrillas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep on playing those mind games forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raising the spirit of peace and love, not war, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-5119300362137864628?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/5119300362137864628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=5119300362137864628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5119300362137864628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5119300362137864628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-games.html' title='Mind games'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SL2iQLgzwRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/BPaIzTqu2pg/s72-c/lennon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-5542223817242624123</id><published>2008-08-31T16:00:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:39:39.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqmLFd75VI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ibFJg243EDo/s1600-h/IMGP0867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqmLFd75VI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ibFJg243EDo/s320/IMGP0867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683825775502674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;What does it have Mumbai's sky that after you leave the megapoli you still seeing it on your mind? In there dissapears all the noisy horns of his million cars, the smell of all the rubbish on the street and the real fact of millions of people in the extrem powerty living on the slums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqoEQGDrJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xNmb-UusJuo/s1600-h/IMGP0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqoEQGDrJI/AAAAAAAAAj4/xNmb-UusJuo/s320/IMGP0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685907392310418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;What does it have the face of their children? always happy though they don't have any reason to smile for, always shinny though their society gives them few hope in the future to dream on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqqIMiUGBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sA0DT7ywwOs/s1600-h/IMGP0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqqIMiUGBI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sA0DT7ywwOs/s320/IMGP0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240688174179817490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What does it have the simplicity of their life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; that your learn quickly to eat with you bare hands, that you don't need TV nor your fancy clothes  nor a simple warm water shower anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Are they living on the same dream than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun.&lt;br /&gt;Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;But I will always be emotionally yours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start.&lt;br /&gt;I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm livin' for.&lt;br /&gt;And I will always be emotionally yours.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's like my whole life never happened,&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought.&lt;br /&gt;I know this dream, it might be crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But it's the only one I've got.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide.&lt;br /&gt;I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores.&lt;br /&gt;But I will always be emotionally yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-5542223817242624123?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/5542223817242624123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=5542223817242624123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5542223817242624123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5542223817242624123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotionally-yours.html' title='Emotionally yours'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SLqmLFd75VI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ibFJg243EDo/s72-c/IMGP0867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-6498723976634225072</id><published>2008-08-04T23:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:58:14.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SJd6rc_5cBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/0bSxz7yp_hc/s1600-h/IMGP0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SJd6rc_5cBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/0bSxz7yp_hc/s320/IMGP0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230784379151282194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! I would like to write now that many good things are going to happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and the most important; a new life is going to come soon. I hope all is going to be well, for sure! Congratulations to the nice father and mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it is also nice when things look that work, although there are only in the job, and today has been a good day for our project! So celebrate it as well!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And finally, my holidays are close! Next saturday begins a new adventure. Although I don't know what to expect this time. It is a mixture of excitement and fear. But my friends, if I don't come back is because I'll be in a better place than here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But anyway whatever be ... CELEBRATE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue moon, you saw me standing alone&lt;br /&gt;Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for&lt;br /&gt;You heard me saying a prayet for someone I really could care for.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And suddenly there appeared before me the only one my arms could ever hold&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone whisper, please, adore me&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked my moon had turned to gold.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue moon, now Im no longer alone&lt;br /&gt;Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own&lt;br /&gt;Without a love of my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-6498723976634225072?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/6498723976634225072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=6498723976634225072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6498723976634225072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6498723976634225072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/08/blue-moon.html' title='Blue Moon'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SJd6rc_5cBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/0bSxz7yp_hc/s72-c/IMGP0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2990127617573652088</id><published>2008-07-28T17:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:26:50.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SI3k2xaOeuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hfc9_ljGX0c/s1600-h/IMGP0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SI3k2xaOeuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hfc9_ljGX0c/s320/IMGP0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228086372074420962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Courier, Courier New;" &gt;Are you ready to meet Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;Are you where you ought to be?&lt;br /&gt;Will He know you when He sees you&lt;br /&gt;Or will He say, "Depart from Me"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, hope you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready, am I ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren&lt;br /&gt;And to take up my cross?&lt;br /&gt;Have I surrendered to the will of God&lt;br /&gt;Or am I still acting like the boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready, hope I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When destruction cometh swiftly&lt;br /&gt;And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,&lt;br /&gt;Have you decided whether you want to be&lt;br /&gt;In heaven or in hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got some unfinished business?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something holding you back?&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking for yourself&lt;br /&gt;Or are you following the pack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, hope you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the judgment?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for Armageddon?&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for the day of the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready, I hope you're ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  END lyrics  --&gt; &lt;!--  spacer  --&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.bobdylan.com/images/dotclear.gif" border="0" height="0" width="475" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2990127617573652088?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2990127617573652088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2990127617573652088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2990127617573652088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2990127617573652088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SI3k2xaOeuI/AAAAAAAAAjE/hfc9_ljGX0c/s72-c/IMGP0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2908065931209848314</id><published>2008-07-24T19:45:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:18:04.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless histories (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SIjJ9b_y_RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/L1LtrYvVPoc/s1600-h/y1p2zTzLnLHTz__yec0JPmmUE6tGYGvshADQQhVWpD7advNuf_Uml66WZ8f-0NP4oHYtUIva8dtlAI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SIjJ9b_y_RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/L1LtrYvVPoc/s320/y1p2zTzLnLHTz__yec0JPmmUE6tGYGvshADQQhVWpD7advNuf_Uml66WZ8f-0NP4oHYtUIva8dtlAI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226649424888003858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I would like to open this new post just saying that I do that not because I would like to pass to the annals of the literature, but just for feel better.  I got many things in my mind, many of them I won't be able to extract from inside (possible the most interesting ones) but hopefully some (not so boring) will appear as words in this blog. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pointless histories? well actually because are those things that alone are stupid by themselves but all together help to understand what hell is happening in my head! uppsss... I'm afraid of that! Would someone really knows what is happening up there? I always have thought that a crazy man would be more happy if he doesn't know how crazy really he is! Imagine that all the stupid people would realize how annoying they are and the pointless of their existence. Would this mean that they would stop of being stupid? or do they enjoy of being stupid? and if not, and they decide to change,  would this mean that we would live in a perfect society? Umm... living surrounded of adorable and gentile persons, without no one that would try to annoy you nor makes you feel angry! Doesn't look so boring? Doesn't look not so much human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Sometimes I have tried to imagine how my life would be without a particular stupid person, and I have to admit that even sometimes his stupidity has allowed me to know other nice people (joint by the common cause of anti-stupidity) or even the stupidity of some person has made me take advantage for some labor reasons! So, doesn not look stupidity a thing that we should try to keep and protect? and why not promote? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long life to stupidty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;P.S: Please make me a favour... never tell me how stupid you think I am, because maybe I would change to a nice and gentile person! but definetly not me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press&lt;br /&gt;Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.&lt;br /&gt;They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,&lt;br /&gt;She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act&lt;br /&gt;Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.&lt;br /&gt;Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that&lt;br /&gt;Sweet lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing down the backroads headin' south.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;You're an idiot, babe.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike&lt;br /&gt;I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars&lt;br /&gt;After losin' every battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are&lt;br /&gt;Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.&lt;br /&gt;You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Blood on your saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through the curtains in your room.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;You're an idiot, babe.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart&lt;br /&gt;You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,&lt;br /&gt;What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top&lt;br /&gt;You're on the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine.&lt;br /&gt;The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned slowly into autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,&lt;br /&gt;From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,&lt;br /&gt;You're an idiot, babe.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read&lt;br /&gt;Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.&lt;br /&gt;Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory&lt;br /&gt;And all your ragin' glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,&lt;br /&gt;I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me feel so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing through the letters that we wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,&lt;br /&gt;We're idiots, babe.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2908065931209848314?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2908065931209848314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2908065931209848314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2908065931209848314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2908065931209848314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/07/pointless-histories-i.html' title='Pointless histories (I)'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SIjJ9b_y_RI/AAAAAAAAAi8/L1LtrYvVPoc/s72-c/y1p2zTzLnLHTz__yec0JPmmUE6tGYGvshADQQhVWpD7advNuf_Uml66WZ8f-0NP4oHYtUIva8dtlAI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2367804983268060005</id><published>2008-07-14T23:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:34:50.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You broke my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SHvULKANWwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D1f1CRUnr68/s1600-h/fotos_india_anna+%2838%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SHvULKANWwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D1f1CRUnr68/s320/fotos_india_anna+%2838%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223001480995101442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;This august I'll come back where everything began and where everything ended. I don't know how it will be! I don't know which will be my reaction when I will step India again: Will I cry? Last time I left Mumbai with the idea that I would never return there, thinking that the world was so cruel with me and that my life was hopeless. After time I understand that there are things  I cannot change,  there are behavours that you cannot blame for and mostly there are many words and feelings that nothing could never erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always will have a piece of my heart, wherever you are, whatever your fate would be ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier, Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lines, broken strings,&lt;br /&gt;Broken threads, broken springs,&lt;br /&gt;Broken idols, broken heads,&lt;br /&gt;People sleeping in broken beds.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no use jiving&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no use joking&lt;br /&gt;Everything is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken bottles, broken plates,&lt;br /&gt;Broken switches, broken gates,&lt;br /&gt;Broken dishes, broken parts,&lt;br /&gt;Streets are filled with broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Broken words never meant to be spoken,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem like every time you stop and turn around&lt;br /&gt;   Something else just hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken cutters, broken saws,&lt;br /&gt;Broken buckles, broken laws,&lt;br /&gt;Broken bodies, broken bones,&lt;br /&gt;Broken voices on broken phones.&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',&lt;br /&gt;Everything is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you leave and go off someplace&lt;br /&gt;   Things fall to pieces in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken hands on broken ploughs,&lt;br /&gt;Broken treaties, broken vows,&lt;br /&gt;Broken pipes, broken tools,&lt;br /&gt;People bending broken rules.&lt;br /&gt;Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,&lt;br /&gt;Everything is broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2367804983268060005?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2367804983268060005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2367804983268060005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2367804983268060005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2367804983268060005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-broke-my-heart.html' title='You broke my heart'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SHvULKANWwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/D1f1CRUnr68/s72-c/fotos_india_anna+%2838%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-2373857379027343559</id><published>2008-06-29T08:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:27:40.052+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fast life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SGcqqLES72I/AAAAAAAAAis/aaPhKfdGT_s/s1600-h/DSCN2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SGcqqLES72I/AAAAAAAAAis/aaPhKfdGT_s/s320/DSCN2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217185597345689442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Life sometimes goes faster than you can expect: one day you know, the second you love and the third you are broke. I think that sometime things happen arround me very fast and I'm losing control of it! This heart of mine goes some steps forward than my head. I should try to get rid of it, I can't afford it any more, no more. I can't pay these bills, everytime I feel that I'm leaving somehing of me on the way. However I know that there is not a magic solution for this problem, that there is not a wisdom advice. It's me, only me, this is a war that I have to win by myself, no one could help me, no one can do other thing than colect and glue again the pieces of me after every lost battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt; Heart of mine be still,&lt;br /&gt;You can play with fire but you'll get the bill.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her know&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her know that you love her.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool, don't be blind&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine go back home,&lt;br /&gt;You got no reason to wander, you got no reason to roam.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her see&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her see that you need her.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put yourself over the line&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine go back where you been,&lt;br /&gt;It'll only be trouble for you if you let her in.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her hear&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her hear you want her.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her know she's so fine&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine you know that she'll never be true,&lt;br /&gt;She'll only give to others the love that she's gotten from you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her know&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her know where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;Don't untie the ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine so malicious and so full of guile,&lt;br /&gt;Give you an inch and you'll take a mile.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself fall Don't let yourself stumble.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't do the time, don't do the crime&lt;br /&gt;Heart of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-2373857379027343559?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/2373857379027343559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=2373857379027343559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2373857379027343559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/2373857379027343559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/06/fast-life.html' title='fast life'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SGcqqLES72I/AAAAAAAAAis/aaPhKfdGT_s/s72-c/DSCN2697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-322197614612227863</id><published>2008-06-24T23:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:00:16.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SGFuI1tZnBI/AAAAAAAAAik/bSKNlH4YI2k/s1600-h/n723728144_549318_8252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SGFuI1tZnBI/AAAAAAAAAik/bSKNlH4YI2k/s320/n723728144_549318_8252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215570941607255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... no words to say what your lost will be for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Good luck my friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen los toreros&lt;br /&gt;- Buena suerte, compañeros&lt;br /&gt;y no es tan fácil como decir:&lt;br /&gt;Solamente adiós&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego, amor&lt;br /&gt;hasta luego nuevo amor&lt;br /&gt;Es tan redonda la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;que nos caemos los dos&lt;br /&gt;y eso no estaba en los planes de ninguno de los dos&lt;br /&gt;y eso no estaba en tus planes&lt;br /&gt;me pides paciencia, te pido perdón&lt;br /&gt;Una sola vez amor&lt;br /&gt;estuve contra el paredón&lt;br /&gt;Y fué dificil como decir:&lt;br /&gt;Solamente adiós&lt;br /&gt;Buena suerte a los dos!&lt;br /&gt;y eso no estaba en los planes de ninguno de los dos&lt;br /&gt;y no estaba en tus planes&lt;br /&gt;me pides paciencia, te pido perdón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-322197614612227863?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/322197614612227863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=322197614612227863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/322197614612227863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/322197614612227863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-luck-my-friend.html' title='Good luck my friend'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SGFuI1tZnBI/AAAAAAAAAik/bSKNlH4YI2k/s72-c/n723728144_549318_8252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-6901301011269710165</id><published>2008-06-22T23:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:01:42.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet home ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SF7Kul7zmLI/AAAAAAAAAic/76vuKXM598s/s1600-h/DSCN1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SF7Kul7zmLI/AAAAAAAAAic/76vuKXM598s/s320/DSCN1575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214828320347363506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well soon I will leave Odense for a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;On thursday I will go to Spain for one month, and although are not for holidays I'm very happy to go there and feel the warm of my people and my places!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eventhough I just consider this as a visit. Odense has became my home, my sweet home! Many things had happen, maybe not all good but many  of them will be nice to remember. Now, names of many people come to my mind, people that maybe I will not see anymore (I hope not). Thank you all, you have done my first year here more confortable and exciting! I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no love without sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around&lt;br /&gt;If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can think that we just carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest story that I've ever told&lt;br /&gt;No hope, or love, or glory&lt;br /&gt;Happy endings gone forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of love, little bit of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm wastin'&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wastin' everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way you left me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not pretending.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, no love, no glory,&lt;br /&gt;No Happy Ending.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that we love,&lt;br /&gt;Like it's forever.&lt;br /&gt;To live the rest of our life,&lt;br /&gt;But not together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-6901301011269710165?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/6901301011269710165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=6901301011269710165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6901301011269710165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6901301011269710165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-home.html' title='Sweet home ....'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SF7Kul7zmLI/AAAAAAAAAic/76vuKXM598s/s72-c/DSCN1575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-84833726105978902</id><published>2008-05-29T20:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:44:01.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SD74OuTXyKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-X7IVQglLtU/s1600-h/HPIM1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SD74OuTXyKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-X7IVQglLtU/s320/HPIM1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205871151118010530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes, I'm Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;cause Ori, Marissa and little Laia are going to come to visit me!!  If there is something I'm really sorry is not being able to see how Laia is growing, it is one of the bad things that has living abroad: losing contact with my very good friends. However Oriol is the living proof that even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; with the long distance strong friendship doesn't get weak but more stong! I also miss Didi a lot! Our long neverending conversations mixed with beers. And many others of course.... I don't forget you Dani!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SD74pOTXyLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fW2bXykKK-w/s1600-h/DSCN1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SD74pOTXyLI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fW2bXykKK-w/s320/DSCN1577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205871606384543922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;However I'm afraid that after such a long time abroad (who knows when I will finally com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;e back) all will be different. Of course they will be my friends but I will change and m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;aybe in a so different way than the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;m! I would like to keep such a lot of nice memories in my mind, all these especial moments of our lives that we past together.... and that we will never repeat again! Remeber us young and with a lot of vitalogy, doing crazy things and against the standards... feeling us free... all was possible, no rules no limits. We ruled our lives no live to us.... Have we lost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;While riding on a train goin' west,&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep for to take my rest.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a dream that made me sad,&lt;br /&gt;Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With half-damp eyes I stared to the room&lt;br /&gt;Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Where we together weathered many a storm,&lt;br /&gt;Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,&lt;br /&gt;Our words were told, our songs were sung,&lt;br /&gt;Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,&lt;br /&gt;We never thought we could ever get old.&lt;br /&gt;We thought we could sit forever in fun&lt;br /&gt;But our chances really was a million to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As easy it was to tell black from white,&lt;br /&gt;It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.&lt;br /&gt;And our choices were few and the thought never hit&lt;br /&gt;That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many a year has passed and gone,&lt;br /&gt;And many a gamble has been lost and won,&lt;br /&gt;And many a road taken by many a friend,&lt;br /&gt;And each one I've never seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,&lt;br /&gt;That we could sit simply in that room again.&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-84833726105978902?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/84833726105978902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=84833726105978902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/84833726105978902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/84833726105978902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dream.html' title='My Dream...'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SD74OuTXyKI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-X7IVQglLtU/s72-c/HPIM1038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-6862827454496417802</id><published>2008-05-23T20:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:30:15.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LORD PROTECT MY CHILD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDcWjuTXyJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bQ85_1qmEGo/s1600-h/Imagen+Eduard+030.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDcWjuTXyJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bQ85_1qmEGo/s320/Imagen+Eduard+030.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203652697430411410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well I think that it can be confirmed yet... I will be uncle soon! My sister is pregnant!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm really excited about the new! I'm very happy for her and for my parents as well, that they were really wishing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Woow! It's difficult to imagine that my little sister is going to be mother!! uffff!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well this goes for he or she! I wish him/her all the luck of the world... and to his/her mother... of course!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;For his age, he's wise&lt;br /&gt;He's got his mother's eyes&lt;br /&gt;There's gladness in his heart&lt;br /&gt;He's young and he's wild&lt;br /&gt;My only prayer is, if I can't be there,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his youth now unfolds&lt;br /&gt;He is centuries old&lt;br /&gt;Just to see him at play makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens to me&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the world is asleep&lt;br /&gt;You can look at it and weep&lt;br /&gt;Few things you find are worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;And though I don't ask for much&lt;br /&gt;No material things to touch&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's young and on fire&lt;br /&gt;Full of hope and desire&lt;br /&gt;In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled&lt;br /&gt;If I fall along the way&lt;br /&gt;And can't see another day&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect my child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a time I hear tell&lt;br /&gt;When all will be well&lt;br /&gt;When God and man will be reconciled&lt;br /&gt;But until men lose their chains&lt;br /&gt;And righteousness reigns&lt;br /&gt;Lord, protect my child&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-6862827454496417802?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/6862827454496417802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=6862827454496417802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6862827454496417802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/6862827454496417802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/05/lord-protect-my-child.html' title='LORD PROTECT MY CHILD'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDcWjuTXyJI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bQ85_1qmEGo/s72-c/Imagen+Eduard+030.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-7081248200761442651</id><published>2008-05-20T19:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:06:59.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDSoiRY2keI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hRu-HMe-VrA/s1600-h/802380127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDSoiRY2keI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hRu-HMe-VrA/s320/802380127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202968776256426466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDMThxY2kdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0Z4BTHp9y2w/s1600-h/IMGP0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDMThxY2kdI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0Z4BTHp9y2w/s320/IMGP0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202523465457242578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yes!!! I did it!! I finished København Marathon! Not only this, I did it properly, I mean running ALL the time and with a more than excellent time for being the first time (and maybe the last one). I'm very happy because I did a thing that few months ago wasn't been impossible to think about! The power of will moves mountains really!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Thus, after such a long and hard training all has been worth!! I'd would like to thank everybody that has helped me and cheered me up, but especially to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Joost &lt;/span&gt;for his patience during all the days we went to train, without him it wouldn't be possible!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now... time to rest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea so deep and blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The sun, the wild regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The club, the wheel, the mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club, the wheel, the mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The blood, the soil, the faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;These words you can't forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Your vow, your holy place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood, the soil, the faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;A cross on every hill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;A star, a minaret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;So many graves to fill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many graves to fill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The sea so deep and blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Where still the sun must set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And time itself unwind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;And time itself unwind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;O love, aren't you tired yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/2144147071.jpg" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-7081248200761442651?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/7081248200761442651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=7081248200761442651' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7081248200761442651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7081248200761442651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/05/faith.html' title='Faith...'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SDSoiRY2keI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hRu-HMe-VrA/s72-c/802380127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-5009641678225742514</id><published>2008-05-15T23:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:01:58.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Man on the Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SCynzBY2kcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HLtErJ6PoZQ/s1600-h/PICT0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SCynzBY2kcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HLtErJ6PoZQ/s320/PICT0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200716164693922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well it is the day. This sunday I'll face one the most difficult but exciting challanges I've ever done... the Kobenhavn Marathon 2008!!! After 4 months training almost everyday it is the moment. From the realistic point of view I know it will be a torment, especially the never ending last kms. But anyway the decision is done, maybe my last one! From this lines just acknowledge to everybody that has supported me and that gave me usefull advices... I'll do my best!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The song is for what might happen....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,&lt;br /&gt;about an old man who never done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;How he died nobody can say,&lt;br /&gt;They found him dead in the street one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn,&lt;br /&gt;At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn.&lt;br /&gt;There on the sidewalk he did lay,&lt;br /&gt;They stopped 'n' stared 'n' walked their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the p'liceman come and he looked around,&lt;br /&gt;"Get up, old man, or I'm a-takin' you down."&lt;br /&gt;He jabbed him once with his billy club&lt;br /&gt;And the old man then rolled off the curb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said,&lt;br /&gt;"Call the wagon; this man is dead."&lt;br /&gt;The wagon come, they loaded him in,&lt;br /&gt;I never saw the man again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sung you my song, it ain't very long,&lt;br /&gt;ÔBout an old man who never done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;How he died no one can say,&lt;br /&gt;They found him dead in the street one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-5009641678225742514?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/5009641678225742514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=5009641678225742514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5009641678225742514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/5009641678225742514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-on-street.html' title='Man on the Street'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SCynzBY2kcI/AAAAAAAAAa8/HLtErJ6PoZQ/s72-c/PICT0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4526688989321395644</id><published>2008-05-08T22:04:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:03:29.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Danish" is the Loving tongue!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SCNe7w3wGMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uZtxvZP7egI/s1600-h/y1p2zTzLnLHTz8rMQGrQq8YUw7-n3IHOq0ej2uvNzCLZgMYJIEEgnguzicfw3Yw7zQZ3GxckL-YArE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SCNe7w3wGMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uZtxvZP7egI/s320/y1p2zTzLnLHTz8rMQGrQq8YUw7-n3IHOq0ej2uvNzCLZgMYJIEEgnguzicfw3Yw7zQZ3GxckL-YArE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198102775739717826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Yes!!!!!!!!! I did it!! At the second attempt I have past the first level Danish exam! I'm closer to become a danish now!! hehehe! .... Actually I had to invite the examinator for a beer because otherwise ... ejemmm!! Well... but anyway it is done!  After 9 months here I recap my danish and it is really a crap, I think that there is no more space in my head for other language than mathematics!! But well at least I know how to say some important things in danish, well the survival stuff like beer, hungry and of course ....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; jeg elsker dig!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Broke her heart, lost my own&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish is the loving tongue&lt;br /&gt;Soft as music, light as spray&lt;br /&gt;'Twas a girl I learned it from&lt;br /&gt;Living down Sonora way&lt;br /&gt;I don't look much like a lover&lt;br /&gt;Still I say her loved words over&lt;br /&gt;Mostly when I'm all alone!&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, Mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen her since that night&lt;br /&gt;I can't cross the line you know&lt;br /&gt;Wanted for a gambling fight&lt;br /&gt;Like as not it's better so&lt;br /&gt;Still I've always kind of missed her&lt;br /&gt;Since that last sad night I kissed her&lt;br /&gt;Broke her heart, lost my own&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke her heart, lost my own&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4526688989321395644?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4526688989321395644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4526688989321395644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4526688989321395644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4526688989321395644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/05/danish-is-loving-tongue.html' title='&quot;Danish&quot; is the Loving tongue!!!'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SCNe7w3wGMI/AAAAAAAAAX4/uZtxvZP7egI/s72-c/y1p2zTzLnLHTz8rMQGrQq8YUw7-n3IHOq0ej2uvNzCLZgMYJIEEgnguzicfw3Yw7zQZ3GxckL-YArE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-3786488839786919445</id><published>2008-04-26T17:03:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:41:32.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lives ... or The journey to Ithaca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBNL9EyBJAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YiWUXziDb0M/s1600-h/Imagen+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBNL9EyBJAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YiWUXziDb0M/s320/Imagen+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193578307915949058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Well ... as you know Ithaca is the homeland of Odysseus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Homer explains the long and difficult way back from Troya to Ithaca of Odysseus and his men.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Fooled by the Gods the journey to Ithaca became one of the more Dangerous but more Extraordinary journey that no man has ever done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;A lot of knowledge and wisdom Odysseus got from this journey, and after several years he came back to Ithaca... older... but being a better man than when he left home.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tale makes me think that moving from my home, although it was tough and difficult it has been one of the better decisions I have made. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Now I don't really when I will come back, but for sure I will bring back with me a big luggage full of friends, good and bad memories, wisdom and over all the feeling to be a different man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The song is from Lluis Llach and it has been translated from catalan, so excuse me for any gramatical mistake I could do (I did my best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you set out for Ithaca&lt;br /&gt;hope your road is a long one,&lt;br /&gt;full of adventure, full of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to pray for a long road,&lt;br /&gt;for many mornings when&lt;br /&gt;you enter harbours you're seeing for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;and to go to cities to learn what they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving there is what you're destined for.&lt;br /&gt;But don't hurry the journey at all.&lt;br /&gt;Better if it lasts for years,&lt;br /&gt;so you're old by the time you reach the island,&lt;br /&gt;wealthy with all you've gained on the way,&lt;br /&gt;not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ithaca gave you the marvellous journey.&lt;br /&gt;Without her you wouldn't have set out.&lt;br /&gt;She has nothing left to give you now.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find her poor, Ithaca won't have fooled you.&lt;br /&gt;Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have understood by then what these Ithacas mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away, far away of the fallen trees&lt;br /&gt;that now imprision you,&lt;br /&gt;and when you beat them&lt;br /&gt;remember not to stop again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away, always far away,&lt;br /&gt;far away than the day than now ties you.&lt;br /&gt;And when you will be free&lt;br /&gt;start again with new steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away, far away,&lt;br /&gt;far away of the tomorow that is coming.&lt;br /&gt;And when you would think that you arrive,&lt;br /&gt;be able to find new paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good journey to the warriors&lt;br /&gt;that are faithfull to their land,&lt;br /&gt;that the God of winds helps&lt;br /&gt;the sail of their ship,&lt;br /&gt;and although the fight&lt;br /&gt;they have the pleasure to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Fill the nets of the beloved stars&lt;br /&gt;full of adventures&lt;br /&gt;full of wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-3786488839786919445?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/3786488839786919445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=3786488839786919445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3786488839786919445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/3786488839786919445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-lives-or-journey-to-ithaca.html' title='Our lives ... or The journey to Ithaca'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBNL9EyBJAI/AAAAAAAAAXA/YiWUXziDb0M/s72-c/Imagen+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-8782843988163496048</id><published>2008-04-25T20:25:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:17:59.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All I really want to do.... is to be your friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBIlr0yBI-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/36RDHDFONtw/s1600-h/n635747858_260852_7834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBIlr0yBI-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/36RDHDFONtw/s320/n635747858_260852_7834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193254755144639458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hej! This one is for you miss K. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;At least the only one that looks that look my blog and make any comment, although it was only to complain ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Just post this picture to show how I miss when we were all together in danish class. Unfortunetly you are too much inteligent to be in a class of stupids like me, that the only thing that can say in danish is "jeg forstår ikke" and ....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"måske ja måske nej"&lt;/span&gt;... hehehe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;See you soon soon ahhhhh!! and thank you for these crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; and dirty parties in "The Larmer"!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBIlzkyBI_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/z21rgHkAZ7g/s1600-h/n695569277_783888_5827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBIlzkyBI_I/AAAAAAAAAW4/z21rgHkAZ7g/s320/n695569277_783888_5827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193254888288625650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt; I ain't lookin' to compete with you,&lt;br /&gt;Beat or cheat or mistreat you,&lt;br /&gt;Simplify you, classify you,&lt;br /&gt;Deny, defy or crucify you.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is, baby, be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,&lt;br /&gt;Frighten you or uptighten you,&lt;br /&gt;Drag you down or drain you down,&lt;br /&gt;Chain you down or bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is, baby, be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lookin' to block you up&lt;br /&gt;Shock or knock or lock you up,&lt;br /&gt;Analyze you, categorize you,&lt;br /&gt;Finalize you or advertise you.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is, baby, be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to straight-face you,&lt;br /&gt;Race or chase you, track or trace you,&lt;br /&gt;Or disgrace you or displace you,&lt;br /&gt;Or define you or confine you.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is, baby, be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to meet your kin,&lt;br /&gt;Make you spin or do you in,&lt;br /&gt;Or select you or dissect you,&lt;br /&gt;Or inspect you or reject you.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is, baby, be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fake you out,&lt;br /&gt;Take or shake or forsake you out,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,&lt;br /&gt;See like me or be like me.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is, baby, be friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  END lyrics  --&gt; &lt;!--  spacer  --&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.bobdylan.com/images/dotclear.gif" border="0" height="0" width="475" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-8782843988163496048?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/8782843988163496048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=8782843988163496048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8782843988163496048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/8782843988163496048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-i-really-want-to-do-is-to-be-your.html' title='All I really want to do.... is to be your friend!'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SBIlr0yBI-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/36RDHDFONtw/s72-c/n635747858_260852_7834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-7516708636462964440</id><published>2008-04-17T20:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:24:23.395+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall be released... from you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SAeVx1x5hxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hAvpeMH7Gx8/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SAeVx1x5hxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hAvpeMH7Gx8/s320/DSC03324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190281779050284818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... My mood looks better today than yesterday, and hopefully worst than tomorrow! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Right now I'm doing a big effort for this would be true, although there are things that don't help anyway! A lot of work would help me to keep my mind away from these pointless thoughts. I must go through all these things... please stop thinking on her! Just pick up the anchor and be free again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;They say every man must need protection&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;They say that every man must fall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Yet I swear I see my reflection&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Someplace so high above the wall&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;I see the light come shinin'&lt;br /&gt;from the west on to the east&lt;br /&gt;any day now, anyday now&lt;br /&gt;I shall be released&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Down here next to me in this lonely crowd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;There's a man who swears he's not to blame&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;All day long I hear him crying out loud&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="tl"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Calling out that he's been framed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-7516708636462964440?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/7516708636462964440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=7516708636462964440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7516708636462964440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/7516708636462964440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-shall-be-released-from-you.html' title='I shall be released... from you'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SAeVx1x5hxI/AAAAAAAAAVA/hAvpeMH7Gx8/s72-c/DSC03324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4317879272612812756</id><published>2008-04-09T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:36:06.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When the "spring" comes in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/R_0z8pEdCYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bJHobxu6Ado/s1600-h/IMG_0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/R_0z8pEdCYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bJHobxu6Ado/s320/IMG_0684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187359462710380930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life goes on... the danish spring is "almost" here, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope&lt;/span&gt; ;-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now it is time to look forward. New things are out there. Some new things will be brought by the chill winds of spring and some others, that were always close to you, will appear to show you that nothing you left behind could be better than the one is gonna come... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the time will come up&lt;br /&gt;When the winds will stop&lt;br /&gt;And the breeze will cease to be breathin'&lt;br /&gt;Like the stillness in the wind&lt;br /&gt;'Fore the hurricane begins&lt;br /&gt;The hours when the ship comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the seas will split&lt;br /&gt;And the ship will hit&lt;br /&gt;And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking&lt;br /&gt;Then the tide will sound&lt;br /&gt;And the wind will pound&lt;br /&gt;And the morning will be breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the fishes will laugh&lt;br /&gt;As they swim out of the path&lt;br /&gt;And the seagulls they'll be smiling&lt;br /&gt;And the rocks on the sand&lt;br /&gt;Will proudly stand&lt;br /&gt;The hour that the ship comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the words that are used&lt;br /&gt;For to get the ship confused&lt;br /&gt;Will not be understood as they're spoken&lt;br /&gt;For the chains of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Will have busted in the night&lt;br /&gt;And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song will lift&lt;br /&gt;As the mainsail shifts&lt;br /&gt;And the boat drifts on to the shoreline&lt;br /&gt;And the sun will respect&lt;br /&gt;Every face on the deck&lt;br /&gt;The hour that the ship comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sands will roll&lt;br /&gt;Out a carpet of gold&lt;br /&gt;For your weary toes to be a-touchin'&lt;br /&gt;And the ship's wise men&lt;br /&gt;Will remind you once again&lt;br /&gt;That the whole wide world is watchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the foes will rise&lt;br /&gt;With the sleep in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;But they'll pinch themselves and squeal&lt;br /&gt;And know that it's for real&lt;br /&gt;The hour that the ship comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they'll raise their hands&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' we'll meet all your demands&lt;br /&gt;But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered&lt;br /&gt;And like Pharaoh's tribe&lt;br /&gt;They'll be drownded in the tide&lt;br /&gt;And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4317879272612812756?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4317879272612812756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4317879272612812756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4317879272612812756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4317879272612812756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-ship-comes-in.html' title='When the &quot;spring&quot; comes in'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/R_0z8pEdCYI/AAAAAAAAAUE/bJHobxu6Ado/s72-c/IMG_0684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8375293245416015220.post-4100221290950749424</id><published>2008-04-08T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:19:25.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't me baby who you are looking for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/R_u5Q5rp8sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1ebRcleQJ68/s1600-h/C%C3%B2pia+de+DSC03888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/R_u5Q5rp8sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1ebRcleQJ68/s320/C%C3%B2pia+de+DSC03888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186943095860228802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one is dedicated to what could be but finally wasn't... with sorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go 'way from my window,&lt;br /&gt;Leave at your own chosen speed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you need.&lt;br /&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;br /&gt;Never weak but always strong,&lt;br /&gt;To protect you an' defend you&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are right or wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to open each and every door,&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly from the ledge, babe,&lt;br /&gt;Go lightly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you want, babe,&lt;br /&gt;I will only let you down.&lt;br /&gt;You say you're lookin' for someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will promise never to part,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to close his eyes for you,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to close his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will die for you an' more,&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go melt back into the night, babe,&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside is made of stone.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in here moving&lt;br /&gt;An' anyway I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;You say you're looking for someone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll pick you up each time you fall,&lt;br /&gt;To gather flowers constantly&lt;br /&gt;An' to come each time you call,&lt;br /&gt;A lover for your life an' nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;But it ain't me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,&lt;br /&gt;It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8375293245416015220-4100221290950749424?l=thinghswelost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/feeds/4100221290950749424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8375293245416015220&amp;postID=4100221290950749424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4100221290950749424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8375293245416015220/posts/default/4100221290950749424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thinghswelost.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-aint-me-baby-who-you-are-looking-for.html' title='It ain&apos;t me baby who you are looking for'/><author><name>Eduard</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/SUbDAJQP0-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/wH5ROVmJLa8/S220/IMGP1023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NDK7rJ-iZ9I/R_u5Q5rp8sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1ebRcleQJ68/s72-c/C%C3%B2pia+de+DSC03888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
