<?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-6814870865245795060</id><updated>2012-03-05T00:54:33.256+02:00</updated><category term='sueño'/><category term='live'/><category term='escucha'/><category term='pájaro'/><category term='semilla'/><category term='death'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='nature'/><category term='preocupación'/><category term='ayer por la noche'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='daddy long legs'/><category term='marks'/><category term='home'/><category term='truth'/><category term='personality'/><category term='society'/><category term='bird'/><category term='papel'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='verdad'/><category term='last night'/><category term='hoja'/><category term='ninos'/><category term='seed'/><category term='past'/><category term='concern'/><category term='pensamientos'/><category term='marcas'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='historia de amor'/><category term='advice'/><category term='success'/><category term='can&apos;t turn back time'/><category term='dream'/><category term='la vida'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='rain'/><category term='reborn'/><category term='noche'/><category term='personalidad'/><category term='la sociedad'/><category term='consejo'/><category term='aviso'/><category term='lluvia'/><category term='recuerdas'/><category term='su mismo'/><category term='feliz'/><category term='now a days'/><category term='childhood memories'/><category term='attention'/><category term='no puedes volver'/><category term='wise'/><category term='believe'/><category term='dibujos animados'/><category term='night'/><category term='not alone'/><category term='música'/><category term='infantes'/><category term='walk on'/><category term='today'/><category term='papa piernas largas'/><category term='citas'/><category term='vida'/><category term='letras'/><category term='memories'/><category term='hoy'/><category term='naturaleza'/><category term='missing home'/><category term='felicidad'/><category term='spotlight'/><category term='Lunik'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='enjoy life'/><category term='human nature'/><category term='creer'/><category term='paper'/><category term='leaving home'/><category term='sabiduría'/><category term='hands'/><category term='music'/><category term='fade'/><category term='happy'/><category term='de la vida'/><category term='life'/><category term='parents'/><category term='éxito'/><category term='yourself'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='difrutar la vida'/><category term='hoy en día'/><category term='racional'/><category term='listen'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='anime'/><category term='memorias'/><category term='love story'/><category term='no sola'/><category term='social media'/><title type='text'>The Simple Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-7101922655322704025</id><published>2012-02-29T22:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T22:58:29.848+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving home'/><title type='text'>Leaving home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/3431204" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz7bNCAmPyU/T06Qq4BTFdI/AAAAAAAAgZU/SFYEPFKoipk/s640/10033864681866c27e.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you are the kid that happily walk out the home door to embrace the future road, one day you are the crying parent staying in the door for saying goodbye. The time you walked out the door your couldn't understand what is in the parent's heart but the time comes when you will understand. This things should be done, is cycle of life. The kid has to have the enthusiasm to walk that door, the parent should endure the pain. As we grow older the enthusiasm disappeares due to such shocks life prepares for us. We need to accept it. Time heals. After some time kid realizes the absence of parent, parent learns to accept the fact straightening the heart. &lt;br /&gt;But it hurts. It is unfair. It hurts. After all what is fair in this world. Fairness is relative. We need to accept.&amp;nbsp; We have a soul that is made to get hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-7101922655322704025?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/7101922655322704025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/leaving-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7101922655322704025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7101922655322704025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/leaving-home.html' title='Leaving home'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uz7bNCAmPyU/T06Qq4BTFdI/AAAAAAAAgZU/SFYEPFKoipk/s72-c/10033864681866c27e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-4938188359879762300</id><published>2012-02-17T20:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T20:32:50.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/363124" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aNWEnfF6uBc/Tz6dMKrkRzI/AAAAAAAAgYQ/W9GyztWwdl4/s400/12756858301081.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free bird leaps&lt;br /&gt;on the back of the win&lt;br /&gt;and floats downstream&lt;br /&gt;till the current ends&lt;br /&gt;and dips his wings&lt;br /&gt;in the orange sun rays&lt;br /&gt;and dares to claim the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a bird that stalks&lt;br /&gt;down his narrow cage&lt;br /&gt;can seldom see through&lt;br /&gt;his bars of rage&lt;br /&gt;his wings are clipped and&lt;br /&gt;his feet are tied&lt;br /&gt;so he opens his throat to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caged bird sings&lt;br /&gt;with fearful trill&lt;br /&gt;of the things unknown&lt;br /&gt;but longed for still&lt;br /&gt;and is tune is heard&lt;br /&gt;on the distant hillfor the caged bird&lt;br /&gt;sings of freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free bird thinks of another breeze&lt;br /&gt;an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees&lt;br /&gt;and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn&lt;br /&gt;and he names the sky his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams&lt;br /&gt;his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream&lt;br /&gt;his wings are clipped and his feet are tied&lt;br /&gt;so he opens his throat to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caged bird sings&lt;br /&gt;with a fearful trill&lt;br /&gt;of things unknown&lt;br /&gt;but longed for still&lt;br /&gt;and his tune is heard&lt;br /&gt;on the distant hill&lt;br /&gt;for the caged bird&lt;br /&gt;sings of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/"&gt;http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-4938188359879762300?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/4938188359879762300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-know-why-caged-bird-sings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/4938188359879762300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/4938188359879762300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-know-why-caged-bird-sings.html' title='I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aNWEnfF6uBc/Tz6dMKrkRzI/AAAAAAAAgYQ/W9GyztWwdl4/s72-c/12756858301081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-7391231524805723108</id><published>2012-02-05T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T17:36:17.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escucha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personalidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><title type='text'>The personality seed / La simiente de la personalidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/7238964" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cISEBsQWT6o/Ty_zO6wZpFI/AAAAAAAAfnk/P8Svca8tSrQ/s1600/11188219054546ad2cl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1719383425"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1719383426"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;We each born to have a personality, it can be changed during the lifetime. At the end the result for our life is the road shape we went through. But we born with a seed, a seed that differs from any other seeds. This seed wants to be&amp;nbsp;feeded&amp;nbsp;to grow in a beautiful "flower". In order to allow it to grow up we also need to know what it is needed to help it develop. We have to learn to listen to it. We feed it with what we do everyday but also when we don't allow time for it we are actually doing it unconscious. There are many examples. When we go to a theater we do not know how we will like the scene or not but we go to find out. When we start a book we first choose it for some reason we already know it would match our personality but actually we are trying to find more about our personality and the reason we choosed that book. When we have a fight it starts with a dislike reason but we are still continuing just because we want to understand why we dislike it. That is why after you may regret some words you have said but you need to tell it to understand that seed inside you, also for letting it show off. That is the personality. Everyday in everything you do, you try to discover it. We are build like this we need to understand that people react in a way because they need to learn about them selves. What is interesting that the ones that are the most showing it off gives impression that they have a strong personality but they are actually showing it off because they lack stability and are trying to understand and learn, meanwhile the ones are not showing off are the ones that already know. &amp;nbsp;So do not get intimidated by some people that overreacts in some situation and try to understand the reason behind. Also we need to allow our personality to grow freely and by our will and allow time for it so that we don't have to find it out by strange acts later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de nosotros nació para tener una personalidad, se puede cambiar durante la vida. Al final el resultado de nuestra vida es la forma de carretera que hemos pasado. Pero hemos nacido con una semilla, una semilla que se diferencia de otras semillas. Esta semilla quiere ser alimentado a crecer en una hermosa "flor". A permitir que crezca también tenemos que saber lo que se necesita para ayudar a su desarrollo. Tenemos que aprender a escucharlo. Los alimentamos con lo que hacemos todos los días, sino también cuando no lo damos tiempo y que en realidad estamos haciendo es inconsciente. Hay muchos ejemplos. Cuando vamos a un teatro que no sabemos cómo nos va a gustar la escena o no, pero vamos a averiguarlo. Cuando empezamos un libro por primera vez se elige por alguna razón que ya sabemos que se correspondería con nuestra personalidad, pero en realidad estamos tratando de encontrar más información sobre nuestra personalidad y la razón por la que elegí este libro. Cuando tenemos una pelea se inicia con una razón de antipatía, pero estamos continuando todavía sólo por razon de entender por qué nos disgusta. Es por eso que a veces después te arrepientes de algunas palabras que han dicho, pero tienes que decirle a entender ese semilla dentro de ti, también para dejarlo de mostrar. Esa es la personalidad. Todos los días en todo lo que haces, tratas de descubrirla. Estamos hecho así tenemos que entender que la gente reacciona de una manera porque necesitan aprender acerca de ellos mismos. Lo interesante &amp;nbsp;es que los que&amp;nbsp;muestra más te da la impresión de que tienen una personalidad fuerte, pero que en realidad se está mostrando porque carecen de estabilidad y están tratando de comprender y aprender, por otra parte los que no están mostrando son los que ya sabe. Así que no se sienten intimidados por algunas personas que reacciona de forma exagerada en una situación y tratar de entender la razón detrás. También tenemos que permitir que nuestra personalidad de crecer libremente y por nuestra voluntad y darle tiempo para no tener que encontrarla atravez de actos extraños más tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-7391231524805723108?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/7391231524805723108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/personality-seed-la-simiente-de-la.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7391231524805723108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7391231524805723108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2012/02/personality-seed-la-simiente-de-la.html' title='The personality seed / La simiente de la personalidad'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cISEBsQWT6o/Ty_zO6wZpFI/AAAAAAAAfnk/P8Svca8tSrQ/s72-c/11188219054546ad2cl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-2395190811974431139</id><published>2011-12-18T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:04:05.115+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Missing home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my parents...&lt;br /&gt;If i could have one more day back then... &lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your youth and worries again. Even there are just silly fights I could know what you were thinking at that moment, even we were not talking I could understand your feelings behind the silence. &lt;br /&gt;Dad, it doesn't matter if it would be one of those days you hurting me with words again because you don't like I am dreaming, I miss seeing your dedication and enthusiasm in work and ideals. &lt;br /&gt;Mom, even you won't understand me and my uncommon interests again, I still want to stay near your side and listen your stories and worries of the day.&lt;br /&gt;If is one of those hard day work on the field&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't&amp;nbsp; mind because I would be able to hear in the background the voice of my family, those old stories of grandma, those gossip times which i can never have again. If you hurt me I won't cry as in that time, I promise. I won't cry... &lt;br /&gt;I am away now. Everything changed. I wasn't having many spoiling moments before why you are giving them everytime to me now?&amp;nbsp; We never talked openly before, if you do now it won't have any meaning... they are empty words. I want you as before, when one open word time to time was priceless.&amp;nbsp; I want to feel your enthusiasm again not your regrets. I don't want receive your late  support, please be as before. Because only like that I know my parents which I love unconditionally always.&lt;br /&gt;Just one more moment as before ...&lt;/div&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/6814870865245795060-2395190811974431139?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/2395190811974431139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/2395190811974431139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/2395190811974431139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-my-parents.html' title='Missing home...'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-1859275124900922538</id><published>2011-12-11T15:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:42:14.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the past / Canción del pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_67792820"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_67792821"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/6793012"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIqnLxA_5uQ/TuT5CvT_XAI/AAAAAAAAcdc/1jtVIqzN6xI/s400/10171320286d678ab0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;One song. Many years ago, same song. I was innocent, i was happy, i was feeling safe in an unextended world, i was only mom's and dad's girl going in the trip listening that song. I listen it now. I can still smell the air in the car in a summer day, i can still feel my pride to wear a new t-shirt, i can see the sun rays through the window, i can hear dad singing along with the song. I can still feel that&amp;nbsp;priceless&amp;nbsp;pure happiness in my heart. But most of all i can feel that "truth" i believed in and made it my base, it was safe, it was strong, it was my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;Una canción. Hace muchos años, la misma canción. Estaba en mi inocencia, estaba feliz, me sentía segura en un mundo inextenso, sólo estaba una niña de mamá y de papá en un viaje escuchando esa canción. Lo escucho ahora. Todavía puedo oler el aire en el coche en un día de verano, todavía puedo sentir el orgullo de llevar una camiseta nueva, puedo ver los rayos del sol a través de la ventana, puedo oír a papá a cantar junto con la canción. Todavía puedo sentir esa pura y sin precio felicidad en mi corazón. Pero al meyor de todo puedo sentir esa "verdad" que yo creía en y lo hizo mi base, era seguro, era fuerte, era mi todo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-1859275124900922538?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/1859275124900922538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-past-cancion-del-pasado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1859275124900922538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1859275124900922538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-past-cancion-del-pasado.html' title='Song of the past / Canción del pasado'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIqnLxA_5uQ/TuT5CvT_XAI/AAAAAAAAcdc/1jtVIqzN6xI/s72-c/10171320286d678ab0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-736524687497600829</id><published>2011-12-04T18:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:10:36.341+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When people hurt / Cuando gente lastima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJPNc-vRW8/TtujMk7tzhI/AAAAAAAAcSU/zK4AOwC1zxA/s1600/321253_207608512649132_192591077484209_464929_1443008195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJPNc-vRW8/TtujMk7tzhI/AAAAAAAAcSU/zK4AOwC1zxA/s1600/321253_207608512649132_192591077484209_464929_1443008195_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;EN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;― Chris Colfer (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/390768"&gt;http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/show/390768&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cuando la gente te lastima una y otra vez, piensa en ellos como papel de lija. Te pueden rascar y dañar un poco, pero al final, terminas pulido y ellos terminan inútil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Chris Colfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-736524687497600829?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/736524687497600829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-people-hurt-cuando-gente-lastima.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/736524687497600829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/736524687497600829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-people-hurt-cuando-gente-lastima.html' title='When people hurt / Cuando gente lastima'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JdJPNc-vRW8/TtujMk7tzhI/AAAAAAAAcSU/zK4AOwC1zxA/s72-c/321253_207608512649132_192591077484209_464929_1443008195_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-1575833648449781161</id><published>2011-11-26T12:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:54:22.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about the moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/whitneyjustesen/6400829353/" title="Untitled"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6400829353_2428966d1d.jpg" alt="Untitled by Whitney Justesen" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/whitneyjustesen/6400829353/"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt;, a photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/whitneyjustesen/"&gt;Whitney Justesen&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;If in the early centuries painting was the way someone to express himself, in this century it is photography. Painting the nature or the human nature, hidden meanings scenes, they were all a personal impressions, and us humans become very happy when we are able express something we like and share it. Now everyone from younger to elder has a photo camera in any shapes or physical attributes. Each in any time of the day can take a photo and create a personal composition. We learn to appreciate the details, to appreciate the nature, the action, the human work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-1575833648449781161?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/1575833648449781161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-about-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1575833648449781161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1575833648449781161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-about-moment.html' title='It&amp;#39;s about the moment..'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-2646652223576097918</id><published>2011-08-17T23:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:53:03.632+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><title type='text'>Happiness /Felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGuEScq940Y/Tkyi6jzEo9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/eneyQ9bRO-4/s1600/10078986733bc7cfe1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;Are we happy?&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is the ultimate goal everybody has it. It is the motor for our decisions and actions. It is why I put my head on pillow in night to wake up in the morning with one step forward my happiness. I have hope for it. I can feel more close to it sometimes but also other times more far from it. But are we really happy? Is there a moment even a second we feel we would not want anything more? &lt;br /&gt;We transform it as a high limit for our present state of mind. Is happiness of a cleaner worker same as for a bank director? At first the answer would be of course not and you are inclined to give the bank director the status of "more happy". How you know that is true? You never know people's feeling which can be totally different than what it looks. The cleaner may be very much happy and in peace with his life when bank director is very unhappy in personal life. As much the knowledge that much much the expectations raises and the state of so called happiness with it. But happiness should be simple, it does not relate to object or facts, it should be just a state if the soul. The soul that everybody has it, the soul that is always there with us and never changes no matter what we do with our lifes, it has no real method of comparison between other souls. No matter what you accomplished in life if your spirit is not satisfied within it is worthless. &lt;br /&gt;Look at a child, why it is always happy? Because his mind was not yet educated to follow some prototypes dreams, meanwhile his soul is free to enjoy truthfully the gift of life. &lt;br /&gt;But we have to live with the believe of a happiness, it is what gives us straight for going on in life. &lt;br /&gt;I have faith that one day I can find the lost key to unlock the door that keeps a barricade between my soul and my mind. Then I will learn my real happiness. Meanwhile I spoil my pride with the happiness I own at the present moment which will not last much as I will improve my state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;¿Somos felices?&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad es el objetivo final que todo el mundo lo tiene. Es el motor de nuestras decisiones y acciones. Es por eso que pongo mi cabeza sobre mi almohada en la noche para despertarse por la mañana con un paso adelante mi felicidad. Tengo la esperanza de ella. Puedo sentir más cerca de ella a veces, pero también otras veces más lejos de ella. Pero estamos muy contentos? ¿Hay un momento aún un segundo que sentimos que no quieremos nada más?&lt;br /&gt;Lo transformamos en un límite superior de nuestro estado de ánimo actual. ¿Es la felicidad de un limpiador mismo que para un director de banco? Al principio la respuesta sería no, por supuesto, y que están dispuestos a dar el director del banco el estado de "más feliz". ¿Cómo sabes que es verdad? Nunca se sabe sentimientos de las personas que pueden ser totalmente diferentes de lo que parece. El limpiador puede ser muy feliz y en paz con su vida cuando el director del banco es muy infeliz en su vida personal. Tanto saber leventa mucho las expectativas y eleva el estado de felicidad o como lo llamamos. Pero la felicidad debe ser simple, no se refiere a objetos o hechos, debe ser sólo un estado pero de alma. El alma que todo el mundo lo tiene, el alma que siempre está ahí con nosotros y nunca cambia, no importa lo que hacemos con nuestras vidas, que no tiene ningún método real de comparación entre las otras almas. No importa lo que has logrado en la vida si su espíritu no se satisface en sí no tiene valor.&lt;br /&gt;Mira a un niño, ¿por qué siempre es feliz? Porque su mente no fue educado todavía siguiendo algunos sueños de prototipo, mientras su alma es libre para disfrutar de verdad el don de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Pero tenemos que vivir con la creencia de una felicidad, que es lo que nos da derecho para ir en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo fe en que algún día pueda encontrar la llave perdida para abrir la puerta que mantiene una barrera entre mi alma y mi mente. Entonces, voy a aprender mi verdadera felicidad. Mientras tanto, me despojo de mi orgullo con la felicidad que tengo en este momento que no va a durar tanto despues que voy a mejorar mi estado de ánimo.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.topit.me/item/4439905&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/4439905"&gt;http://www.topit.me/item/4439905&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-2646652223576097918?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/2646652223576097918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/2646652223576097918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/2646652223576097918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness /Felicidad'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tGuEScq940Y/Tkyi6jzEo9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/eneyQ9bRO-4/s72-c/10078986733bc7cfe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-6992076407729022331</id><published>2011-08-06T20:21:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:08:31.617+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><title type='text'>We all need someone to look at us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“&lt;i&gt;We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under. The first category longs for the look of an infinite number of anonymous eyes, in other words, for the look of the public. The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners. They are happier than the people in the first category, who, when they lose their public, have the feeling that the lights have gone out in the room of their lives. This happens to nearly all of them sooner or later. People in the second category, on the other hand, can always come up with the eyes they need. Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark. And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/blockquote&gt;Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)&lt;br /&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://poires.tumblr.com/post/7725998105/we-all-need-someone-to-look-at-us-we-can-be"&gt;poires@tumblr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-6992076407729022331?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/6992076407729022331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-all-need-someone-to-look-at-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/6992076407729022331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/6992076407729022331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-all-need-someone-to-look-at-us.html' title='We all need someone to look at us'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-5247107678324689038</id><published>2011-07-29T09:29:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:37:40.677+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='can&apos;t turn back time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no puedes volver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdas'/><title type='text'>Can't go back / No puedes volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Yesterday, when you were young,&lt;br /&gt;Everything you needed done was done for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now you do it on your own&lt;br /&gt;But you find you're all alone,&lt;br /&gt;What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me walk on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't go back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know there will be days when you're so tired that you can't take another step,&lt;br /&gt;The night will have no stars and you'll think you've gone as far as you will ever get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you and me walk on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't go back now&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, yeah, go where you want to go&lt;br /&gt;Be what you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever turn around, you'll see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say why everybody wishes they were somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you and me walk on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and me walk on&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't go back now&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on, walk on&lt;br /&gt;You can't go back now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;no puedes&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;volver mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sí, sí,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ir a donde&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;quieres ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Sé lo que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;quieras ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Si alguna vez&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;volveras,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;me verás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Realmente no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;decir por qué&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;todo el mundo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;desea que ser&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;en otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Pero al final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;los únicos pasos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que importan&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;son los que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tomas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;todo por ti mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tú y yo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;adelante caminamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tú y yo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;adelante caminamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Porque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;no puedes&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;volver mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Caminar,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;caminar,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;andelante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;No se puede&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;volver ahora&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/6814870865245795060-5247107678324689038?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/5247107678324689038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-go-back-no-puedo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/5247107678324689038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/5247107678324689038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-go-back-no-puedo.html' title='Can&apos;t go back / No puedes volver'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-7207051721049158968</id><published>2011-04-10T16:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:07:39.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>About Good and Bad / Sobre Bien y Mal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ineedsomeoneto.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ineedsomeoneto.com/helping-hand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;This is just part of my observations, excluding out the religion aspects. I have no scientific prove about it, i rely on small things i know and learnt, is just a part of my thoughts and the obvious is around us that i wanted to share. If you know i am wrong please feel free to share back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not such as Good and Bad. They only exist because we create them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this "algorithm" the life is working on. Otherwise we wouldn't live, at least not this way, we would be other products. Think of our organism, how the parts are working, each component rely on other component. That's why i say there is an algorithm. Think of the cycle of life, how livings eats other livings in order to survive. The Earth's harmony is when this cycle is working because is built like this. &lt;br /&gt;Everything that is around us can be helpful for us or no. For example there is a hard stick and a soft one. You are in a situation you need a stiff stick and when you find a flexible one you call it "bad". And reverse when you need a flexible one and you only can have a stiff one you call the stiff  one "bad". But when you have the two together in the situation when you do not need any of them would you call any of them "good" or "bad"? &lt;br /&gt;Lets take and example. Some time ago, in a buss station i was present to such scene when an old lady was saying insulting words to a young girl because she accused her of damaging her bag while the young girl tried to pull of her own bag from the bag room of the bus. To such scene who is the Bad and who is the Good? There are always would be some of us that put one in one category and the other one in the other category. I'd say none of them should be judged. Everyone has a reason to act the way they act, there are so many factors involved.&lt;br /&gt;We are learnt to categorize because is how the organic, physiologic structures in our body make us act. Like you categorize black and white, or heat and cold. They are totally different, it feels different for us. So it feels different Good and Bad. Think of the heat and cold, can you say which one is good and which is bad? Depends situation and your mood and needs. The best is the middle way. They are so different, oposite but can't say one is good or bad. The best probably is in the middle. So they are both bad according to this. So there are 2 different extremes as bad and the middle good. My point here is that we can't put everything in a "good" or "bad" category. &lt;br /&gt;So coming back to the example before i tend to think the old lady is the Bad in the situation and i have no right to think this because who knows what difficult life she've been through to make her so rigid. She's doing this because she wants attention and she gets it if you enter her game. Seeing the situation the young girl was doing nothing to insult old lady, she just did what she can do to take her bag under other bags as any of us would do without any intention on damaging other's bags. And old lady is not alone on doing this, admit you are the old lady from this story in other situations and you even do not notice you act without any judge. &lt;br /&gt;Our biggest problem is &lt;b&gt;acception&lt;/b&gt;. In this situation is about accepting that you are wrong. And by not accepting you create the Bad and the Good. How many of us thinks about ourselves as being bad? We can exclude the case of having confidence or no in yourself (a low confidence makes us to feel bad), that is not the case here. What i mean is if you think about yourself as acting bad to someone, hurting or mistreat someone, do you acknowledge this? Maybe sometimes but would you repair? When you are sure about being good but someone tells you that you are bad would you believe it and reconsider your acts? Even you do not explicitly think this but you act as you are the Good and someone that does reverse to you is the Bad.  It must be so because you are your own creator! There is something in us that doesn't make us just players on the game field. There is something in us that can create the game style but still playing according the rules. There is something in us that we do not want to acknowledge. We are afraid to see our &lt;b&gt;Truth&lt;/b&gt; by folding it with finding the Good and Bad. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that we waste our life by trying to find Good but not the Truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es sólo una parte de mis observaciones, con exclusión de los aspectos religión. No tengo ninguna prueba científica de ello, me baso en las cosas pequeñas lo sé y aprendí, es sólo una parte de mis pensamientos y lo que es obvio en la que nos rodea que yo quería compartir. Si usted sabe que estoy equivocado por favor siéntase libre de compartir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No existe algo como el Buenas o Malo. Sólo existen porque los creamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un "algoritmo" a que la vida está trabajando. En lo contrario, no estareamos viviendo ahora, al menos no de esta manera, estaríamos otros productos. Piensa en nuestro organismo, como las partes están trabajando, cada componente dependen de otro componente. Es por eso que digo que es un algoritmo. Piensa en el ciclo de la vida, ¿cómo los seres se come lo otros sere para sobrevivir. El armonía de la Tierra es cuando este ciclo está funcionando porque está hecho asi .&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que nos rodea puede ser útil para nosotros o no. Por ejemplo, hay un palo duro y uno suave. Usted está en una situación que necesita un palo duro y cuando encuentre uno flexible lo llamamos "malo". Y a revés cuando se necesita uno flexibile  y un sólo puede tener uno rígido le llamas  "malo" a ese. Pero cuando tienes los dos juntos en el situación en la que no necesita ninguna de ellas, se los llamas a cualquiera de ellos "bueno" o "malo"?&lt;br /&gt;Dejamos tomar este ejemplo. Hace algún tiempo, en una estación de bus estuve presente a la escena, cuando una anciana le decía palabras de insultos a un joven porque se la acusó de dañar su bolso, mientras que el joven trató de tomar su propia bolsa de la sala de bolsas de el autobús. En esta escena quien es el Malo y quién es el Bueno? Siempre hay algunos de nosotros que pone una en una categoría y el otra en la otra categoría. Yo diría que ninguno de ellos debe ser juzgado. Todo el mundo tiene una razón para actuar de la forma de que actua, hay muchos factores involucrados.&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aprendido a clasificar debido a las estructuras orgánicas, fisiológicas de nuestro cuerpo, como ellos no hace sentir. Al igual que clasificar en blanco y negro, o el calor y el frío. Son totalmente diferentes, se siente diferente para nosotros. Así es como se siente el Bien diferente que el Mal. Piensas en el calor y el frío, puedes decir qual es bueno y qual es malo? Depende de la situación y su estado de ánimo y necesidades. Lo mejor es el camino del medio. Son tan diferentes, opuestos, pero no puede decir que uno es bueno o malo. Lo mejor, probablemente está en el centro. Así que aqui ambos están mal. Así que hay dos extremos diferentes como malo y medio bueno. Mi punto aquí es que no podemos poner todo en una categoría de "buena" o "malo".&lt;br /&gt;Así que volviendo al ejemplo antes, yo tiendo a pensar la vieja es el malo de la situación y no tengo derecho a pensar esto, porque quién sabe que difícil fue su vida, que paso por hacerla tan rígida. Ella está haciendo esto porque quiere llamar la atención y lo consigue si entras en su juego. De que podia ver desde la situación, la joven no hacía nada para insultar a la señora de edad, habia hacer lo que ella podia hacer para tomar su bolso desde otras bolsas como cualquier de nosotros podría hacerlo sin ninguna intención de dañar otras bolsas. Y la anciana no es el único en hacer esto, admites que estas la anciana de esta historia en otras situaciones y que ni siquiera te das cuenta de que actúas sin ningún tipo de juez.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro mayor problema es la &lt;b&gt;acepción&lt;/b&gt;. En este caso se trata de aceptar que está equivocado. Y por no aceptar creemos lo Malo y lo Bueno. ¿Cuántos de nosotros piensa en nosotros mismos como algo malo? Podemos excluir el caso de tener confianza o no en ti mismo (cuando tenemos poca confianza ne hace sentir mal), que no es el caso aquí. Lo que quiero decir es si tu piensas de ti mismo como actuando mal con alguien, herir o maltratar a alguien, ¿reconoces esto? Tal vez a veces, pero lo reparias? Cuando estas seguro de estar lo Bueno pero alguien te dice que eres  lo Malo ¿lo crees y reconsiderar sus actos? Aunque no explícitamente, pero lo piensa que actuas como el Bueno y alguien que se diga en contrario que tu es el Malo. Así debe ser porque usted es su propio creador! Hay algo en nosotros que no nos hace solo jugadores en el campo de este juego. Hay algo en nosotros que puede crear el estilo de juego, pero sigue las reglas. Hay algo en nosotros que no queremos reconocer. Tenemos miedo de ver a nuestra &lt;b&gt;Verdad&lt;/b&gt; cubriendola con encontrar el Bien y el Mal. Creo que desperdiciamos nuestra vida, tratando de encontrar el Bien pero no la Verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-7207051721049158968?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/7207051721049158968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-good-and-bad-sobre-bien-y-mal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7207051721049158968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7207051721049158968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-good-and-bad-sobre-bien-y-mal.html' title='About Good and Bad / Sobre Bien y Mal'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-3902458945353723765</id><published>2011-02-21T23:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:54:07.236+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='su mismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'>We make our world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXqat0dkPbw/TWLXZvp87YI/AAAAAAAAWAw/-w4jzs2Wpmk/s1600/12934701808587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;EN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;My personal thought for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how the others makes you believe the world is, important is YOUR world that you are living in, it can be full of sharp thorns or full of roses. You don't have to show how beautiful 'your rose' is while your hand is bleeding from the sharp thorns.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Mi pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;personal de hoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;No importa&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cómo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;los&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;te hace&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;creer que el&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;es,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;importante&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;es&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mundo en&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;estas viviendo,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;puede&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;estar lleno&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;espinas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;afiladas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lleno de rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;. N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tienes&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lo hermoso&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;que '&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;tu rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;esta&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;mientras que tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;mano&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;está&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sangrando&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;las espinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/1860428"&gt;http://www.topit.me/item/1860428&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/6814870865245795060-3902458945353723765?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/3902458945353723765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-make-our-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/3902458945353723765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/3902458945353723765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-make-our-world.html' title='We make our world'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rXqat0dkPbw/TWLXZvp87YI/AAAAAAAAWAw/-w4jzs2Wpmk/s72-c/12934701808587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-49679605605423797</id><published>2011-02-20T19:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:53:43.428+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marcas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marks'/><title type='text'>Marks / Marcas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb9ZyQTYshk/TWFYy89NdSI/AAAAAAAAWAw/5NOPO0iCNQE/s1600/12978926729793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;EN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;We are coming to Earth with no past, no mark, we are like a blank sheet ready to be written on. The&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;over can be from a gold ink or a trashed used small pencil. The writing can be delicate, or can be harsh. Like the paper we are made to accept anything that we will be marked on, anything. First years we don't have no choice but follow the marks we were made to believe in, then we start to create our own, following or not the same style of writing. We become a book. A book that can be once read and thrown away in the unknown, or a book that will be read by hundreds of generations. And when it is read no one remembers what shapes or how delicate writing contains, they remember the meanings behind the words. A book can start in any way but at the end the conclusion matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;My message to you today is that no matter how bad things you had in the past, are your marks, but try to make it have a sense in the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Llegamos a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;la Tierra&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;sin&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;marca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;somos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;una hoja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;en blanco&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lista para&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;escrita.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;escritura&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;puede ser&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;una tinta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de oro o una&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;papelera&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lápiz&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;utilizada y&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pequeña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;La&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;escritura&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;puede&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ser&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;delicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;pueden ser muy dura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;. De i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;gual como el&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;aceptamos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cualquier cosa&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;marcará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cualquier cosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Los primeros años&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;no tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;otra opción que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;seguir&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;marcas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;se hicieron&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;creerlos,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;despues&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;comenzamos a&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;crear&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;nuestro&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;propio estilo, siguiendo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;el mismo estilo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de la escritura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Nos convertimos en&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;un libro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Un libro&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;puede&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;leído una vez&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;y se tira&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;en lo desconocido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;o un libro&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;será&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;leído&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cientos&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;generaciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cuando&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;lee&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;nadie se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;acuerda de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;cómo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;las formas&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;son&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;cómo &lt;/span&gt;delicada estara la&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&amp;nbsp;escritura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;recuerdan&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for 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for alternate translations"&gt;, pero al&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;el&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;conclusión esta la que importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Mi mensaje&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;para&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;ustedes&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;hoy&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;es que 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translations"&gt;trate de&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;de tener&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;un sentido&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;en el&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topit.me/item/2504439"&gt;http://www.topit.me/item/2504439&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6814870865245795060-49679605605423797?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/49679605605423797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/02/marks-marcas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/49679605605423797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/49679605605423797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2011/02/marks-marcas.html' title='Marks / Marcas'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fb9ZyQTYshk/TWFYy89NdSI/AAAAAAAAWAw/5NOPO0iCNQE/s72-c/12978926729793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-8861689369543590990</id><published>2010-12-13T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T10:16:11.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's you</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/74wZR1nqUkg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-8861689369543590990?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/74wZR1nqUkg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-5768056113580174487</id><published>2010-12-07T21:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:54:02.873+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hands'/><title type='text'>Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vi.sualize.us/view/nicanio/9b6a86b9ed512ba5c7c21e7f228ffa72/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Couple holding hands" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Society/Pix/pictures/2008/04/02/hands460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/01/love,couple,hands,holding,love,message,home-60e4d963a8b30c8899e9fc30c36d80a4_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="[mace_francis.png]" border="0" src="http://img3.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/09/01/love,couple,hands,holding,love,message,home-60e4d963a8b30c8899e9fc30c36d80a4_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know others but for me the most important things to a person are eyes and hands. They are like the mirror of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands can "speak" about the way you are even you show to be something else. They are hard if they worked hard, they are soft if you work delicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember two persons hands : my grandma's and my husband's. The only ones that ever "speak" to me and made me feel easy. Unfortunately&amp;nbsp; I can't feel my grandma's hands now but I will always remember hers. Feel so loved and blessed with my best friend and husband in same time. With him I always find comfort, especially feeling his soft hands, I feel protection, security.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-5768056113580174487?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/5768056113580174487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/12/hands.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/5768056113580174487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/5768056113580174487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/12/hands.html' title='Hands'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-313252604177981188</id><published>2010-11-24T16:52:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:54:22.076+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reborn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Life law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTKcR48Mll0/TO1uUIokZSI/AAAAAAAAWAw/eVqmg2qnmmE/s1600/12846305823673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;When there is a beginning there is always an end. The life law. And we don't have the power to deny this law and rebuild other instead. We are the players, we play by the rule not make the rules, until we learn how to change the rules. Isn't it a pity that everything that lives it fades away after all? If you could have the power to change the life rules how would it be? For now there is no bug in this "life algorithm". Variables changes everytime but always same steps followed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tree leaves. They die and other takes their place. What it would be if they never die? Then the "reborn" will be impossible to happen, or the "new". Because the Earth is limited. Yes it is. Is a limit resource. The only unlimited factor in this algorithm of life is &lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt;. And is the most important factor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every breath we take we are more close to our fade. Isn't it interesting that we live to die and die to live? This means everlastingness, consistency. This is the bases of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are built by this rules and everything that doesn't obey will not feel in harmony. We must accept anything has a beginning has and end also, either is about your childhood, your day, your smile, your favorite serial, your pet, your friendships, everything. But once something fades always something reborns! The hardest thing is to let go, the easier thing is to accept the "new". When we understand life rules we learn live in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cuando hay un principio siempre hay un final.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;La ley de la vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Y no tenemos el poder de negar esta ley y reconstruir otra vez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nosotros somos los jugadores, jugamos por la regla, no hacemos las reglas, hasta que aprendamos cómo cambiar las reglas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;¿No es una lástima que todo lo que viva se muere después de todo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si pudieras tener el poder de cambiar las reglas de la vida ¿cómo sería?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Por ahora no hay ningún error en este "algoritmo de la vida".&amp;nbsp;Son&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;cambios en las variables cada vez, pero siempre los mismos pasos seguidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mira las hojas de los árboles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ellos mueren y otros toman su lugar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;¿Qué sería si no se mueren?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Entonces el "renacer" será imposible que ocurra, o el "nuevo".&amp;nbsp;Por&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;que la Tierra es limitada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sí, lo es.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Es un recurso límitado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;El único factor ilimitado en este algoritmo de la vida es el tiempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Y es el factor más importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Con cada aliento que tomamos somos más cercas a nuestros apago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;¿No es interesante que vivimos para morir y morir para vivir?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esto significa eternidad, la coherencia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Esta es la base del &lt;b&gt;tiempo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estamos hechos por estas reglas y todo lo que no obedece no se siente en armonía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tenemos que aceptar cualquier cosa tiene un principio y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;también&amp;nbsp;&lt;span title=""&gt;tiene fin, o se trata de tu infancia, tu día, tu sonrisa, tu serie favorita, su mascota, sus amistades, todo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Pero una vez que algo desaparece siempre renace algo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Lo más difícil es dejar ir, lo más fácil es aceptar el "nuevo".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Cuando entendemos las reglas de vida &amp;nbsp;aprendemos vivir en armonía.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wildgoosechase/4364078762/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/wildgoosechase/4364078762/&lt;/a&gt;&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/6814870865245795060-313252604177981188?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/313252604177981188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-law.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/313252604177981188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/313252604177981188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-law.html' title='Life law'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTKcR48Mll0/TO1uUIokZSI/AAAAAAAAWAw/eVqmg2qnmmE/s72-c/12846305823673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-1826678433132668827</id><published>2010-11-08T22:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:54:31.764+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not alone'/><title type='text'>You are here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBI4OWemDI/TO1u_A4vgzI/AAAAAAAAWAw/IGS64WTSe_0/s1600/12879373112916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBI4OWemDI/TO1u_A4vgzI/AAAAAAAAWAw/IGS64WTSe_0/s1600/12879373112916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I laugh, when I cry, you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remember, when I forget, you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, when I regret, you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love, when I hate you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am sure, when I am confused you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-1826678433132668827?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/1826678433132668827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-are-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1826678433132668827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1826678433132668827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-are-here.html' title='You are here'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ewBI4OWemDI/TO1u_A4vgzI/AAAAAAAAWAw/IGS64WTSe_0/s72-c/12879373112916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-159475393873973229</id><published>2010-10-08T15:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:11:01.125+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be sad, be yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PXNMNPOy0fI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/159475393873973229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/159475393873973229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-be-sad-be-yourself.html' title='Don&apos;t be sad, be yourself!'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-1227219997936221653</id><published>2010-09-30T14:02:00.015+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:47:10.762+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preocupación'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabiduría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now a days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='la sociedad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoy en día'/><title type='text'>Wisdom moment (3) / Momento de sabiduria (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modern world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb1Q4Ry8GUI/TKR_68x4WOI/AAAAAAAAWAw/nimiFGZUasQ/s1600/future-search5-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb1Q4Ry8GUI/TKR_68x4WOI/AAAAAAAAWAw/nimiFGZUasQ/s1600/future-search5-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most people are awaiting Virtual Reality; I'm awaiting virtuous reality.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Eli Khamarov, "Lives of the Cognoscenti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think we risk becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance. &lt;/span&gt; ~Reuben Blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our modern society is engaged in polishing and decorating the cage in which man is kept imprisoned.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Swami Nirmalananda, Enlightened Anarchism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The danger of the past was that men became slaves.  The danger of the future is that man may become robots.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Erich Fromm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~T.S. Eliot, Choruses from The Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world has achieved brilliance without conscience.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Omar Bradley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal.  Soon we'll need a new definition. &lt;/span&gt; ~Alvin Toffler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are living in a world today where lemonade is made from artificial flavors and furniture polish is made from real lemons.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Alfred E. Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers don't open to the clock&lt;br /&gt;but to the sunshine spontaneous;&lt;br /&gt;for modern humans that manner&lt;br /&gt;of instinct is now extraneous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Astrid Alauda, "If I Cry Will I Rust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Information should be used as food for thought, not poison to the soul. &lt;/span&gt; ~Shellie R. Warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The twentieth century seems afflicted by a gigantic... power failure.  Powerlessness and the sense of powerlessness may be the environmental disease of the age. &lt;/span&gt; ~Russell Baker, New York Times, 1 May 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is for the eye these days - TV, Life, Look, the movies.  Nothing is just for the mind.  The next generation will have eyeballs as big as cantaloupes and no brain at all. &lt;/span&gt; ~Fred Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The trouble with the laws these days is that criminals know their rights better than their wrongs. &lt;/span&gt; ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My meaningless office job:  they pay me for my body and mind, but my heart gets no paycheck and my soul pays the taxes. &lt;/span&gt; ~Carrie Latet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is more to life than increasing its speed.&lt;/span&gt;  ~Mohandas K. Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La mayoría de las personas están a la espera de Realidad Virtual, estoy a la espera de la realidad Virtuosa&lt;/span&gt; ~ Eli Khamarov, "Vidas de los entendidos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creo que corremos el riesgo de convertirmos en el mejor informada de la sociedades que ha muerto de la ignorancia.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Rubén Blades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nuestra sociedad moderna se dedica a pulir y adornar la jaula en la que el hombre se mantiene encarcelado.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Swami Nirmalananda, Iluminado anarquismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tiene que visitar un manicomio para encontrar mentes desordenadas, nuestro planeta es el manicomio del universo.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El peligro del pasado era que los hombres se convirtieron en esclavos. El peligro del futuro es que el hombre puede convertirse en robots.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Erich Fromm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Dónde está la sabiduría que hemos perdido en conocimiento?&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde está el conocimiento que hemos perdido en información?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ T.S. Eliot, Coros de la Roca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El mundo ha alcanzado la brillantez sin conciencia.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Omar Bradley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una de las definiciones de la sensatez es la capacidad de decir real de lo irreal. Pronto tendremos una nueva definición.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Alvin Toffler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Estamos viviendo en un mundo actual donde se hace la limonada de sabores artificiales y pulimento de los muebles se hace a base de limones real.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Alfred E. Newman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flores no se abren con el reloj&lt;br /&gt;pero a la luz del sol espontánea;&lt;br /&gt;para los seres humanos modernos ese forma&lt;br /&gt;del instinto es ahora extraños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Alauda Astrid, "Si yo grito ¿Me Rust"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La información debe ser utilizada como alimento para el pensamiento, no un veneno para el alma.&lt;/span&gt;  ~ Shellie R. Warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El siglo XX parece afectado por un gigantesco ... fallo de poder. Impotencia y el sentimiento de impotencia puede ser la enfermedad del medio ambiente de la época. &lt;/span&gt;~ Russell Baker, New York Times, 01 de mayo 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todo está por el ojo en estos días - TV, la vida, look, el cine. Nada es para la mente. La próxima generación tendrá ojos tan grandes como melones y sin cerebro.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Fred Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El problema con las leyes en estos días es que los delincuentes conocen sus derechos mejor que sus males. &lt;/span&gt; ~ Autor Desconocido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi trabajo de oficina sin sentido: me pagan por mi cuerpo y la mente, pero mi corazón no recibe sueldo y mi alma paga los cuentas.&lt;/span&gt;  ~ Carrie Latet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay más en la vida que aumentar su velocidad.&lt;/span&gt; ~ Mohandas K. Gandhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-1227219997936221653?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/1227219997936221653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-moment-3-mpmento-de-sabiduria-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1227219997936221653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1227219997936221653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/09/wisdom-moment-3-mpmento-de-sabiduria-3.html' title='Wisdom moment (3) / Momento de sabiduria (3)'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb1Q4Ry8GUI/TKR_68x4WOI/AAAAAAAAWAw/nimiFGZUasQ/s72-c/future-search5-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-3165027500057549233</id><published>2010-09-29T19:20:00.016+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:44:59.358+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spotlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><title type='text'>Seeking attention / Buscar atención</title><content type='html'>EN:&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we are little we want to be in the center of other's attention. We do the good things, we do the bad things, ether way we get attention from the parents and the ones in our circle. And we get used with this. How can you not resist smiling and getting exciting everytime you see a kid or a baby. Babies are so sweet and cute, so delicate, so innocent, you just can't resist. Of course giving attention it is good and babies do need this. But with time this attention is getting lost. It is the mother nature way we can't avoid it. Is not happening just with us humans but also with the other animals, babies after growing they are even pushed away from the mothers itself in mostly of the species. The problem is not this but how we adapt to this. &lt;br /&gt;While teenage period, all the attention that comes from parents loses the importance after the interaction with other environment, they change their perspective. And how they previously learnt to get the attention? By doing something good or doing something bad. Now, something good can take many forms, not necessary doing a good action, depends the context and the world the kid is living, mostly it takes form of fulfilling the expectations, even achieving more. Something bad, we can all think of many examples, changing their appearances, using violence and such things. (Actually there is not such of "good" and "bad" in world, but this is other discussion i will present later). Simple attention from their parents it becomes just not good enough, not interesting anymore, so they avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;As growing mature, attention is directing on other contexts but it never disappears. Attention will always be present as far as our acts are done in context of social interests, as long as we build our lives upon social view. &lt;br /&gt;Social media it is so much about attention. How many of us had an idol in some stage of life, someone who is having or doing something we also desire we could be capable of, someone who actually gets the attention? Well, here is the opportunity, the easier way to get million of people know you just by being yourself and no need to stand up and do something spectacular, and this is social media through internet. It is good and satisfying and it fulfill some of many people's needs as long as it is used in considerable ways. The problem is how we use this service. It should be used as a supplement for daily life not as a substitute and this is what the creators of many "popular" sites didn't tried to avoid. Everyday i am feeling like a bitter taste seeing how much the limits are pushed on. I am getting to see videos of families filming everyday in their own house what they are doing, where they go, making it as a show, seeking for doing something spectacular in order to get attention, even put their own kids in danger by performing some risky actions that can attract some attention. And this is not a healthy way of using social media. For example we go on a  trip and instead of spending the time enjoying and living the moment we think all the time how to record, picture the events so that the others see how great it was. I get more and more to see this happening to many people out there on internet, it is alerting. &lt;br /&gt;Sharing is a great capacity we human can do. But there are two different ways of sharing: sharing with love and sharing with interest. The ideal one should be the first type, that will solve so many problems of our social world. &lt;br /&gt;Having friends from places in the world it is a wonderful experience and a great opportunity coming from internet, you can meet people that maybe in your environment couldn't find before. In my opinion a public sharing it should be something that can contribute little for the world, without any self interest. &lt;br /&gt;My message is: &lt;br /&gt;Lets not forget to live our actual life, the way it is, the more we keep it private the more we can enjoy ourselves of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Give attention, not seek for attention!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando somos pequeños queremos ser en el centro de la atención de los otros. Si hacemos las cosas bien, o si hacemos las cosas mal, igual forma llamamos la atención de los padres y los que están en nuestro círculo. Y nos acostumbramos a esto. ¿Cómo puedes resistir de sonreir y emocionarse cada vez que ves un niño o un bebé. Los bebés son tan dulce y lindos, tan delicadas, tan inocente, que simplemente no puedes resistir. Por supuesto, prestando atención es buena y los bebés necesitan esto. Pero con el tiempo esta atención se está perdiendo. Es la forma de la madre naturaleza, no podemos evitarlo. ¿No sucede solo con nosotros los seres humanos sino también con los otros animales, los bebés después de crecer incluso el propia madre aparte el bebe, en mayoría de la especie. El problema no es ese sino cómo adaptarse a este.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras período de la adolescencia, toda la atención que viene de los padres pierde la importancia después de la interacción con el medio ambiente, que altera su perspectiva. Y qual es la forma que previamente aprendido a llamar la atención? Haciendo algo bien o haciendo algo malo. Ahora, algo bueno puede tomar muchas formas, no es necesario hacer una buena acción, depende del contexto y el mundo el niño vive, sobre todo toma la forma de cumplir con las expectativas, incluso lograr más. Algo malo, todos podemos pensar en muchos ejemplos, el cambio de su apariencia, utilizando la violencia y esas cosas. (En realidad no hay tal de "bueno" y "malo" en el mundo, pero esto es otra discusión que voy a presentar más adelante). Simple atención de sus padres simplemente no llega a ser lo suficientemente bueno, no más interesante, y por eso lo evita.&lt;br /&gt;Como cada vez madura, la atención se está dirigiendo en otros contextos, pero que nunca desaparece. La atención estará siempre presente en lo que nuestros actos se realizan en el contexto de los intereses sociales, siempre y cuando construimos nuestras vidas sobre la visión social.&lt;br /&gt;Los medios sociales es mucho sobre atención. ¿Cuántos de nosotros había un ídolo en algún momento de la vida, alguien quien tiene o hace algo que también nosotros deseamos de poder ser capaz de hacer, alguien que realmente llama la atención? Bueno, aquí está la oportunidad, la forma más fácil de conseguir millones de personas que conocerte sólo por ser tu mismo y sin necesidad de levantarse y hacer algo espectacular, y eso es medios de comunicación social a través de Internet. Es bueno y satisfactorio y cumplir con algunas de las necesidades de muchas personas, siempre y cuando se utiliza de manera considerable. El problema es cómo se utiliza este servicio. Se debe utilizar como un suplemento para la vida cotidiana y no como un sustituto, y esto es lo que los creadores de muchos "populares" sitios no tratan de evitar. Todos los días me siento como un sabor amargo ver que tanto se pasan los límites. Tanto que hasta puedo ver videos de lo gente con su familia filmando todos los días en su propia casa lo que están haciendo, a dónde van, que lo convierte en un espectáculo, y busca de hacer algo espectacular para llamar la atención, incluso poner a sus propios hijos en peligro al realizar algunos acciones de riesgo que pueden atraer algo de atención. Y esto no es una forma saludable de utilizar los medios de comunicación social. Por ejemplo, podemos ir en un viaje y en vez de pasar el tiempo disfrutando y viviendo el momento, pensamos todo el tiempo cómo grabar, o hacer fotos de los acontecimientos para que los demás ven lo bueno que esta. Puedo ver más y más de estas cosas a muchas gente por ahí en Internet, eso es de alertarse.&lt;br /&gt;Compartir es una gran capacidad que nosotros seres humanos puedemos hacer. Pero hay dos diferentes formas de compartir: compartir con el cariño, y compartir con los intereses. El ideal debe ser el primer tipo, que va a resolver tantos problemas de nuestro mundo social.&lt;br /&gt;Tener amigos de lugares en el mundo es una experiencia maravillosa y una gran oportunidad procedentes de Internet, puedes conocer a gente que a lo mejor en su entorno no podías encontrar antes. En mi opinión, algo que compartes con el público debe ser algo que puede contribuir un poco para el mundo, sin ningún interés propio.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mensaje es:&lt;br /&gt;No olvidemos de vivir nuestra vida real, la forma en que es. Más que mantenemos en privado el más podemos disfrutar de ella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Preste atención, no buscan atención!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-3165027500057549233?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/3165027500057549233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/09/seeking-attention.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/3165027500057549233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/3165027500057549233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/09/seeking-attention.html' title='Seeking attention / Buscar atención'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-4918247488112928614</id><published>2010-07-28T00:18:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:46:11.026+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabiduría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><title type='text'>Wisdom moment (2) / Momento de sabiduria (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6chIsDyHJT8/TE9NgzZZG9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/Vla7GSFHX1s/s1600/tumblr_l4p8whw8aN1qcnv0vo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6chIsDyHJT8/TE9NgzZZG9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/Vla7GSFHX1s/s1600/tumblr_l4p8whw8aN1qcnv0vo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A man with one watch knows what time it is; a man with two watches is never quite sure.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~Lee Segall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even a clock that does not work is right twice a day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~Polish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a watch goes ill, it is not enough to move the hands; you must set the regulator.  When a man does ill, it is not enough to alter his handiwork, you must regulate his heart.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The future influences the present just as much as the past.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;~Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best way to predict your future is to create it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~Peter Drucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un hombre con un reloj sabe qué hora es; un hombre con dos relojes nunca está seguro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~ Lee Segall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incluso un reloj que no funciona tiene razon dos veces al día.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~ Proverbio polaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando un reloj va mal, no es suficiente para mover las manos, debe establecer el regulador. Cuando un hombre hace mal, no es suficiente para alterar su obra, debe regular su corazón.&lt;/span&gt; Augusto &lt;br /&gt;~ William Charles Hare Hare y Julius, adivina la verdad, por dos hermanos, 1827&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El futuro influye en el presente tanto como el pasado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~ Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El encanto de la historia y su lección enigmática consiste en el hecho de que, de siglo en siglo, no cambia nada y sin embargo todo es completamente diferente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~ Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La mejor manera de predecir el futuro es crearlo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~ Peter Drucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes selections from:/ Selectiones de citas de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotegarden.com/index.html"&gt;http://www.quotegarden.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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(2)'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6chIsDyHJT8/TE9NgzZZG9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/Vla7GSFHX1s/s72-c/tumblr_l4p8whw8aN1qcnv0vo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-1840876934722538800</id><published>2010-07-27T15:06:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:45:35.173+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayer por la noche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lunik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pájaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bird'/><title type='text'>If i could fly away alone / Si yo pudiera volar sola</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZw6glgFCAY/TE7UpDBGWWI/AAAAAAAAWAw/DzDM4lKYsZk/s1600/4824806177_6efb61a5f2_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZw6glgFCAY/TE7UpDBGWWI/AAAAAAAAWAw/DzDM4lKYsZk/s1600/4824806177_6efb61a5f2_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt; by Lunik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;Last night I heard my voice from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had another face&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand this dream's meaning&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fell through the floor&lt;br /&gt;And landed in a cage of lions&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the middle of them all&lt;br /&gt;They just stared at me in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I'd like to know&lt;br /&gt;Hard to choose which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Many things I'd like to see&lt;br /&gt;What you do for getting free&lt;br /&gt;If I could fly away alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Would I stop feeling so lost&lt;br /&gt;I will never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I found a bird it was bleeding&lt;br /&gt;I took him home and I saved his life&lt;br /&gt;Didn't understand this dream's meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things I'd like to know&lt;br /&gt;Hard to choose which way to go&lt;br /&gt;Many things I'd like to see&lt;br /&gt;What you do for getting free&lt;br /&gt;If I could fly away alone&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird out on my own&lt;br /&gt;Would I stop feeling so lost&lt;br /&gt;I will never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;Anoche me oyó mi voz desde el techo&lt;br /&gt;Anoche tuve otra cara&lt;br /&gt;Yo no entendía el significado de este sueño&lt;br /&gt;Anoche me caí a través del suelo&lt;br /&gt;Y aterrizó en una jaula de leones&lt;br /&gt;Me paré en medio de todos ellos&lt;br /&gt;Se me quedó mirando en silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas cosas que me gustaría saber&lt;br /&gt;Difícil elegir qué camino seguir&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas cosas que me gustaría ver&lt;br /&gt;Lo que haces para liberarse&lt;br /&gt;Si yo pudiera volar sola&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que un pájaro a cabo por mi cuenta&lt;br /&gt;¿Me dejaria de sentir tan perdida&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sabré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche me encontré con un pájaro que estaba sangrando&lt;br /&gt;Lo llevé a casa y salve su vida&lt;br /&gt;¿No entiende el significado de este sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas cosas que me gustaría saber&lt;br /&gt;Difícil elegir qué camino seguir&lt;br /&gt;Hay muchas cosas que me gustaría ver&lt;br /&gt;Lo que haces para liberarse&lt;br /&gt;Si yo pudiera volar sola&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que un pájaro a cabo por mi cuenta&lt;br /&gt;¿Me dejaria de sentir tan perdida&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sabré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMWns4E5xFY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1840876934722538800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-could-fly-away-alone-si-yo-pudiera.html' title='If i could fly away alone / Si yo pudiera volar sola'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xZw6glgFCAY/TE7UpDBGWWI/AAAAAAAAWAw/DzDM4lKYsZk/s72-c/4824806177_6efb61a5f2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-7620461495809024094</id><published>2010-07-26T15:57:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:44:58.125+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabiduría'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wise'/><title type='text'>Wisdom moment (1) / Momento de sabiduria (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DUspIfaDLo/TE2lpPF8u-I/AAAAAAAAWAw/ZIEwAIz9J44/s1600/12619027562543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DUspIfaDLo/TE2lpPF8u-I/AAAAAAAAWAw/ZIEwAIz9J44/s400/12619027562543.jpg" width="364" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we want to believe that it is all okay but in our deep soul we know that is not and still we refuse to put an end and start all over again, we live with the hope that things will change someday the way we want. We didn’t understood that actually things do not change by themselves if we are not the ones that changes them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we always search for other reasons that caused our mistakes. Always we blame others and the events.  What it takes to be honest with ourselves and to accept the truth, to recognize the mistake and what we are feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With time we are learning that in life there are only 3 mistakes that we have to regret: the fact that we do not appreciate what we have, the chance that we didn’t know to use it and the critics we did to our beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you believe that will happen will happen because we let them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things are not hard to do, what is hard is to motivate ourselves to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A couple of my thoughts mixed with some quotes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;A veces queremos creer que todo es bien, pero en nuestra profunda alma sabemos que no es, y aún así nos negamos a poner fin y empezar de nuevo, vivimos con la esperanza de que algún día las cosas cambiarán la manera que queremos. No hemos entendido que en realidad las cosas no cambian por sí mismos si no somos nosotos los que los cambian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué siempre buscar otras razones que causaron nuestros errores. Siempre culpamos a los demás y los acontecimientos. ¿Qué se necesita para ser honestos con nosotros mismos y aceptar la verdad, a reconocer el error y lo que estamos sintiendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el tiempo estamos aprendiendo que en la vida hay sólo 3 errores que hay que lamentar: el hecho de que no apreciamos lo que tenemos, la posibilidad de que no sabíamos de utilizar y la crítica que hicimos a nuestros amadados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué crees que va a pasar, se va a pasar porque lo dejamos pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas no son difíciles de hacer, lo difícil es motivar a nosotros mismos para hacerlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Un par de mis pensamientos mezclados con algunas citas).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-7620461495809024094?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/7620461495809024094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/07/wisdom-moment-1-momento-de-sabiduria-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7620461495809024094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/7620461495809024094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/07/wisdom-moment-1-momento-de-sabiduria-1.html' title='Wisdom moment (1) / Momento de sabiduria (1)'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4DUspIfaDLo/TE2lpPF8u-I/AAAAAAAAWAw/ZIEwAIz9J44/s72-c/12619027562543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-4005640738509338405</id><published>2010-06-08T23:52:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:54:53.189+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naturaleza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verdad'/><title type='text'>Listen.. / Escucha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1r9LM3afw/TA9JQU1lN9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/uKaj-RykVJk/s1600/tumblr_kxfgqbIUtO1qavreso1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1r9LM3afw/TA9JQU1lN9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/uKaj-RykVJk/s1600/tumblr_kxfgqbIUtO1qavreso1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;As i lay down in the middle of nature i am thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bird, tell me, how it is to soar over the world? You can have what us humans crave for centuries: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Old wise tree, tell me, how is to protect the world? You can have what humans never can have: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longevity&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Heavenly sky, tell me, how is to be an eternity? You can reach what us humans never can reach: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mighty sun, tell me, how does it feels to be the enlightening of the livings? You have a gift for all the livings that us people can never offer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;Endless water, tell me, how is to be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;source of life&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;And then i can learn what is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me sente en medio de la naturaleza estoy pensando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajarito, dime, ¿cómo es volar por el mundo? Tu puedes tener lo que nosotros los seres humanos anhelan desde hace siglos: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la libertad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Árbol viejo y sabio, dime, ¿cómo es proteger el mundo? Tu puedes tener lo que los humanos nunca pueden tener: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longevidad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Celestial cielo, dime, ¿cómo ha de ser una eternidad? Se puede llegar a lo que nosotros los seres humanos nunca pueden alcanzar: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el infinito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Poderoso sol, dime, ¿cómo se siente al ser la iluminación de los vivos? Usted tiene un regalo para todos los vivientes que nos de la gente nunca puede ofrecer: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el calor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Agua sin fin, dime, ¿cómo es ser la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuente de la vida&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces yo podría aprender que es &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; la verdad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy escuchando..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-4005640738509338405?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/4005640738509338405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/06/listen-escucha.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/4005640738509338405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/4005640738509338405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/06/listen-escucha.html' title='Listen.. / Escucha..'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1r9LM3afw/TA9JQU1lN9I/AAAAAAAAWAw/uKaj-RykVJk/s72-c/tumblr_kxfgqbIUtO1qavreso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-8180044356285334408</id><published>2010-05-12T12:25:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:55:00.802+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aviso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='éxito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consejo'/><title type='text'>Success / Éxito</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgyYWG4b_90/S-p16cZIQuI/AAAAAAAAWAw/jDbnGeOKrIM/s1600/tumblr_l1gsdx9zGT1qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgyYWG4b_90/S-p16cZIQuI/AAAAAAAAWAw/jDbnGeOKrIM/s1600/tumblr_l1gsdx9zGT1qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;Success was always desired since thousands years and still few understood what success really means. What is success nowadays? Having a multi room villa, numerous cars, fame, and a front page in a magazine or newspaper... do this means success in life? I see many books like guiding through success, how to make yourself make money etc...  What we gain through this so called success? Ending old realizing we spent more time talking at phone and meeting with unknown people than our own family and beloved. When we realize this it is too late, our kids are already grown and they will give back the same attention we gave to them when most needed. Is this the success every wants? Why media tries to influence us into this kind of success? Of course not everyone will end up a director of some big enterprise, but still it seems everyone is seeking success in what they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this success is all about nowadays is getting attention! See for example the communication type of web pages, people sharing things, get followers, subscribers etc. There are so many teens out there that would do anything to get some attention. This is what teenage period all about. But is temporary till they find their way and they grow up but then why they still seek for attention? Following prototypes that someone else marked before. Why? Is is success what we really want or we want our internal peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the world is in that way that not everyone can fit the standards. When you feel like you couldn’t find a place in the world you try search for help. There are this type of so called motivation for success quotes and words of some big name people in history. Of course they were wise and we should know how their thoughts and inspire from but that doesn’t mean that we have to follow exactly. They were more than common people by their wisdom and studies but that was their way, their source of happiness. I am not agree in totally with the concept of some books in helping someone to have success, like that someone is a totally social failure, the most down level person, a pitiful person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that so many said they read many motivational books and they couldn’t do it as it was said and then they get more depressed, etc. I do not say to not read such book, but contrary I say we should but not by searching a secret key to open the door for us. It is not like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many are talking about time. Time that is always finishing, time that never waits, time that is our greatest enemy, time that we need to follow. Of course time is precious because is all we have for a lifetime and we should cherish it but I am not agree with this ideas that we are losers if we make the time waste. As a great prophet and son of God, Jesus, himself made public that is never too late to start a new beginning. Even the sinner can become holly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should seek the key in your self and do just what you really want and follow the path you most desire even the prototypes are totally different, you will be happy, the others still seeking for success. Don’t care about the time, it is not your enemy, it is your main ally in life. When you really want something you will be amazed how fast you can do it. Don’t worry how much time will take to do something, take all the time you need, seek in yourself, disconnect from everything, try to find yourself in everything around. What is a life worth doing million of things without a smile more than doing just one thing with your whole heart? Life is all about in which context we decide to see it and live it. You can live like a service horse with gold dress on it and protections for eyes to watch just front road, or you can be a free horse enjoying all the land around that road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES: &lt;br /&gt;El éxito fue siempre deseado desde hace miles de años y todavía pocos entendieron lo que el éxito realmente significa. ¿Qué es el éxito hoy en día? Tener una villa com muchos habitaciones, numerosos coches, la fama y una portada en una revista o un periódico ... eso significa éxito en la vida? Veo muchos libros como guiar a través del éxito, cómo hacer dinero, etc .. Que obtenemos a través de este llamado éxito? A mas edad realizamos que pasamos más tiempo hablando en el teléfono y entrevidas con personas desconocidas que con nuestra propia familia y amados. Cuando nos damos cuenta de esto, es demasiado tarde, nuestros hijos ya están grandes y se va a monstrar la misma atención que le dimos a ellos cuando más se necesitava. ¿Es esto el éxito que todos necesitan?¿Por qué los medios de comunicación nos trata de influir en este tipo de éxito? Por supuesto no todo el mundo acabará un director de alguna grande  empresa, pero aún así parece que cada uno busca el éxito en lo que hacen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que éxito tiene que ver con el hoy en día es llamar la atención! Véase, por ejemplo, el tipo de comunicación de las páginas web, gente compartirten cosas, conseguir seguidores, abonados, etc. Hay tantos adolescentes por ahí que haría cualquier cosa para conseguir una cierta atención. Esto es lo que período de la adolescencia significa. Pero es temporal hasta que encontrar su camino y crecen, pero entonces ¿por qué siguen solicitando la atención? A seguir los prototipos que alguien más marco antes. ¿Por qué? ¿Es el éxito lo que realmente queremos o deseamos nuestra paz interior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez el mundo es de esa manera que no todo el mundo puede ajustarse a las normas.Cuando te  sientes que no pudiste encontrar un lugar en el mundo intentas buscar ayuda. Hay este llamado motivación con citas de éxito y las palabras de algunas personas con grandes nombres de la historia. Por supuesto que eran sabios y debemos saber cómo sus pensamientos por inspiracion pero eso no quiere decir que tenemos que seguir exactamente. Eran más de las personas comunes por su sabiduría y estudios, pero que era su forma, su fuente de felicidad. No estoy de acuerdo totalmente con el concepto de algunos libros para ayudar a alguien a tener éxito, como que ese alguien es un fracaso totalmente social, una persona de nivel más abajo, una persona miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi que muchos dijeron que leido muchos libros de motivación y que no podían hacer lo que se dijo en libros y entonces consiguen ser más deprimido, etc Yo no digo que no debimos leer esos libros, sino todo lo contrario, digo que si debemos, pero no por buscando una clave secreta para abrir la puerta en nuestro lugar. No es así. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchos están hablando sobre el tiempo. Tiempo que siempre está acabando, tiempo que nunca espera, tiempo que es nuestro mayor enemigo, tiempo que siempre necesitamos seguir. Por supuesto, el tiempo es precioso, porque es todo lo que tenemos para toda la vida y debemos apreciarlo, pero no estoy de acuerdo con esta idea de que somos perdedores si hacemos perder el tiempo. Como un gran profeta e hijo de Dios, Jesús, se hizo público que nunca es demasiado tarde para comenzar un nuevo comienzo. Incluso el pecador puede convertirse en acebo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debe buscar la clave en ti mismos y hacer lo que realmente queres y seguir el camino que más deseas, aun que los prototipos son totalmente diferentes, serás feliz, los demás siguen buscando el éxito. No importa el tiempo, no es tu enemigo, es su principal aliado en la vida. Cuando realmente quieres algo te sorprenderás de lo rápido que puede hacerlo. No se preocupes de cuánto tiempo se tardará en hacer algo, tomar todo el tiempo que necesitas, busca en ti mismo, desconecta de todo, trate de encontrar en todo a su alrededor. ¿Qué vale una vida hacer millones de cosas sin una sonrisa más que hacer una sola cosa con todo tu corazón? La vida es todo acerca de qué contexto nos decidimos a verlo y vivirlo.Te puedes vivir como un caballo de servicios con el vestido de oro sobre el y protecciones para los ojos para mirar adelante en la carretera, o puedes ser un caballo libre disfrutando de toda la tierra alrededor de esa carretera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-8180044356285334408?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/8180044356285334408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/05/success-exito.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/8180044356285334408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/8180044356285334408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/05/success-exito.html' title='Success / Éxito'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fgyYWG4b_90/S-p16cZIQuI/AAAAAAAAWAw/jDbnGeOKrIM/s72-c/tumblr_l1gsdx9zGT1qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-6067715748510660813</id><published>2010-05-06T17:45:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:55:12.348+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>There is.../Hay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPXlmgQFYqA/S_4l1WbiAxI/AAAAAAAAWAw/OBtiJTRzJXE/s1600/c3LK9DFd8qgw1a5v97zmMRrzo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPXlmgQFYqA/S_4l1WbiAxI/AAAAAAAAWAw/OBtiJTRzJXE/s1600/c3LK9DFd8qgw1a5v97zmMRrzo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/wonderphotos/"&gt;jeanine caron&lt;/a&gt; @flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is bad there is good,&lt;br /&gt;there is dark there is light,&lt;br /&gt;there is black there is white,&lt;br /&gt;there is misery there is purity,&lt;br /&gt;there is pain there is happiness,&lt;br /&gt;there is poorness there is richness,&lt;br /&gt;there is loneliness there is companionship,&lt;br /&gt;there is ignorance there is care,&lt;br /&gt;there is hate there is love.&lt;br /&gt;But there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only one life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay malo hay bueno,&lt;br /&gt;hay oscuridad hay luz,&lt;br /&gt;hay negro hay blanco,&lt;br /&gt;hay miseria hay pureza,&lt;br /&gt;hay dolor hay felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;hay pobreza hay riqueza,&lt;br /&gt;hay soledad hay compañerismo,&lt;br /&gt;hay ignorancia hay cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;hay odio hay amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sólo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hay una vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-6067715748510660813?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/6067715748510660813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-ishay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/6067715748510660813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/6067715748510660813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/05/there-ishay.html' title='There is.../Hay...'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPXlmgQFYqA/S_4l1WbiAxI/AAAAAAAAWAw/OBtiJTRzJXE/s72-c/c3LK9DFd8qgw1a5v97zmMRrzo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-6010902080556169698</id><published>2010-02-19T15:06:00.023+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:50:12.794+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy long legs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa piernas largas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historia de amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dibujos animados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infantes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>Cartoons influences kids/ Dibujos animados influye los niños</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to see that children now days are influenced in bad way from wrong example games or cartoon or what media promotes. When i was a child i had many positive models, teaching how to have a pure heart and see the truth beyond things. One of my favorite cartoon i saw it when i was 10. It influenced me a lot and i will always remember it. The name is 'Daddy Long Legs', japanese cartoon, based on a book of Jean Webster, keeping the main story but making more detailed in 40 episodes of 30 minutes each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a orphan girl who will be given the opportunity to fulfill her dreams by a rich unknown person that offered to support her just after reading her honest words into a homework left on orphanage director table. The girl couldn't see him to thank but just a shadow of him that appeared as a tall man with long legs, so from here the name of daddy long legs.&lt;br /&gt;The girl is around age 11, living in an orphanage as being abandoned since baby, growing up becomes the help of the other little children in the orphanage, suffering deep inside her because of the abandon and starting hating the high society people. One day she find out she will be sent to a high school for rich girls, will have opportunity to do something in life she becomes very happy. She will be living with 2 other student girls in room, one becomes very suspicious about her roots from the way she behaves. She is clumsy, funny, enjoyable, friendly being easy for her to get along well with the girls in the school. But still she was struggling with ashame being orphan and feeling lonely in the world, her only rely will be the unknown Mr. Smith that helps her, she continues writing him letters but he almost never answers, never show up to visit her. She becomes very fun of writing, her dream becomes to be a writer. Since beginning school she will become in love with a mature young rich man (uncle of one of her room mates) that he enjoys her company also and her honesty. Growing up more and more with years they get to see each more often and he begins see her as a woman and she feels more protected as he offers to guide her. Later on she will have to take serious decisions about her life, she will graduate high school and wants to become independent. But the question will remain, will she ever meet her daddy long legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some quotes from the serial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;It is very common to make mistakes when one has forgotten oneself in excitement but it is important to deal with the mistake. Since you realized your mistake you have thought about it and decided to face it. That process is more important that what you will learn in school. In other words Mr. Smith thinks that the money has been spent effictively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Everyone goes through though and lonely times and they need someone to warm their heart. Even if they only get a little bit of help, the person who was helped can go on and help others. I'm going to do my best from here on out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;The flower of 'freedom' is exceptionally beautiful, and it has a lovely flagrance but it has sharp thorns, and you might hurt yourself. But keep on working hard, and bloom into a lovely flower, become a flower as beautiful as 'freedom'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;If you run away from reality, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. You CAN be happy, so don't run away! Make your own happiness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lamento ver que hoy día los niños se ven influidos en mal de los juegos mal ejemplo o de dibujos animados o lo que promueve el media. Cuando yo era niña yo tenía muchos modelos positivos, la enseñanza de cómo tener un corazón puro y ver la verdad más allá de las cosas. Uno de mis favoritos de dibujos animados veía cuando tenía 10 años. Se me influenció mucho y yo siempre lo recordará. El nombre es 'Daddy Long Legs' (Papa con piernas largas), dibujos animados japoneses, basado en un libro de Jean Webster, mantiene la historia principal, pero es más detallada en 40 episodios de 30 minutos cada uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;La historia es sobre una niña huérfana que se le dará la oportunidad de cumplir sus sueños gracias a una persona desconocida y rico que se ofreció a apoyarla después de la lectura de su palabras sinceras en una tarea a la dejada en la mesa de director del orfanato. La muchacha no podía verlo dar las gracias, pero vi sólo una sombra de lo que apareció como un hombre alto, con patas largas, así que desde aquí el nombre del papá piernas largas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;La niña es de alrededor de 11 años de edad, que vive en un orfanato de ser abandonada desde bebé, crecendo se convierte en la ayuda de los otros niños pequeños en el orfanato, tiene un profundo sufrimiento en su interior a causa de ser abandonada, algunas vezes sienta de odiar a las personas de la alta sociedad. Un día se entera que será enviada a una escuela secundaria para niñas ricas, tendrán la oportunidad de hacer algo en la vida y se vuelve muy feliz. Ella va a vivir con 2 chicas en la habitación, uno se vuelve muy sospechoso sobre sus raíces de la forma en que se comporta. Ella es torpe, divertido, agradable, amistosa y es fácil para ella de llevarse bien con las niñas en la escuela. Pero todavía estaba luchando con la verguenza de ser huérfana y sentirse solo en el mundo, su único dependen será el el desconocido Sr. Smith, que ayuda a ella , ella le sigue escribiendo cartas, pero casi nunca recive las respuestas, nunca se presenta a visitarla.Ella le gusta de escribir, su sueño se convierte en ser una escritora. Desde el comienzo de la escuela se enamora con un hombre madur, jóvene y rico (tío de uno de su compañera de habitación) que disfruta de su compañía y también su honestidad. Crecer más y más con los años llegan a verse más y él comienza a verla como una mujer y ella se siente más protegida, que el le ofrece de orientarla. Más tarde ella tendrá que tomar decisiones serias sobre su vida, se graduará de la escuela de alto y quiere llegar a ser independiente. Sin embargo, la cuestión seguirá siendo, cuando se va a encontrar con su papa piernas largas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;He aquí algunas citas de la serie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Es muy común de cometir errores cuando se ha olvidado de sí mismo en la emoción, pero es importante tratar con el error. Desde que te diste cuenta de su error ha pensado en ello y decidió hacerle frente. Ese proceso es más importante que lo que aprendiste en la escuela. En otras palabras, Sr. Smith cree que el dinero se ha gastado eficazmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Todos pasan por momentos difíciles y sentirse solo, y necesitan a alguien para calentar su corazón. La persona que recibió la ayuda puede continuar y ayudar a otros. Voy a hacer lo mejor de aquí en adelante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;La flor de la "libertad" es excepcionalmente bella, y tiene una bonita flagrancia, pero tiene espinas, y que podría hacerte daño a tí mismo. Sin embargo, segues trabajando duro, y floreceras en una flor hermosa, llegar a ser una flor hermosa como la 'libertad '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Si huyes de la realidad, te arrepentirás por el resto de su vida. PUEDES ser feliz, así que no huyas! Hagas tu propia felicidad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN: There is a DVD with cartoons, i think parents should buy for the kids. It is also nice for the ones loving romance stories. Unfortunately there are no free online videos with all cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story detailed with pictures from the serial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;ES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt; Hay un DVD con dibujos animados, creo que los padres deben comprar para los niños.También es bueno para las historias románticas de amor. Desafortunadamente no hay videos gratis online con todo el dibujos animado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Esta es la historia detallada con fotografías de la serie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://animewriter.wordpress.com/category/anime-series-completed/daddy-long-legs/page/14/"&gt;http://animewriter.wordpress.com/category/anime-series-completed/daddy-long-legs/page/14/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(press Previous Page each time for seeing other episodes.. there must be 14 pages all) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;(prensa cada vez que la página anterior para ver otros episodios .. debe ser 14 páginas de todo) ¡Disfrute!&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Here is a playlist with some videos containing scenes from series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 25px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Aquí está una lista con algunos videos que contienen escenas de la serie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/53E6FB4842AE9372&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/53E6FB4842AE9372&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="355" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&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/6814870865245795060-6010902080556169698?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/6010902080556169698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/02/childhood-memories-recuerdos-de-la.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/6010902080556169698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/6010902080556169698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/02/childhood-memories-recuerdos-de-la.html' title='Cartoons influences kids/ Dibujos animados influye los niños'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-1056098552081932321</id><published>2010-02-09T19:18:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:55:25.094+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difrutar la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lluvia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>One moment of joy / Un momento de alegría</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jsnjMGkLFgA/S3Gmsr07i7I/AAAAAAAAWAw/BrCPjGGqiik/s1600/rain2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jsnjMGkLFgA/S3Gmsr07i7I/AAAAAAAAWAw/BrCPjGGqiik/s1600/rain2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another entry from my diary. April 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining. Spring rain...what a joy! On the less populated sidewalk street a lot water was pouring. Had to carefully walk because almost all over sidewalk were earthworms: small, big, red, pink, orange, brown. I tried as much as possible to walk between them, i didn't want harm any though it was not a nice view because worms are usually thought disgusting. But doesn't happen all day that they get out to 'get a bath' so joyful and i thought to give them this right and not be careless walking over them. Even they are disgusting i do not have the right to decide uppon their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farther walking i entered on a more populated sidewalk where the earthworms were still present but the view was most disgusting, they were trampled and smashed. Farther walking some kids were playing which one smashes more, mature people were walking without care, normaly, as if didn't noticed them, as if some hideous worms wouldn't slow down their rush to their destination they needed arrive in right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was thinking why the earthworms gets to the surface when it's raining? Surely it is not because they don't like but cos they do enjoy that, and they enjoy it the best! It's the happiest moment of their life. Why they would risk their life in this way? For a simple bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it exists that something, magnificent, that us humans can give our life away for one moment? Probably will be when we have the chance to feel the all truth and happiness that we can ever feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this scenary put me to think. When we want something that represent our happiness, however hard, harmful or risky it will be we have to follow our path to that 'something', if not anyways we still live... and then die, but without accomplishing that desire our life will be dull and empty. It will be like missing that 'water rain' where we can swim joyfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Otra entrada de mi diario. Abril de 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está lloviendo. La lluvia de primavera ... ¡Qué alegría! En la acera de la calle menos pobladas mucho agua vertía. Tenía que caminar con cuidado, porque casi todo acera eran las lombrices de tierra: pequeña, grande, rojo, rosa, naranja, marrón. He intentado todo lo posible caminar entre ellos, yo no quería perjudicar a ninguno aunque no era una buena vista, porque los gusanos se suele pensar repugnante. Pero no sucede todo el día que salen a "tomar un baño" tan alegre y pensé de darles este derecho y no estar caminando descuidado sobre ellos. Incluso de ser repugnantes no tengo el derecho a decidir sobre sus vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más caminando en una acera más pobladas, donde los gusanos de tierra todavía estaban presentes, pero la vista era más repugnante, fueron pisoteados y rotos. Más al caminar unos niños jugaban al quen se rompe más, la gente madura se caminaban sin cuidado, en modo normal, como si no se dava cuenta, como si algunos gusanos horribles no se va a frenar su prisa a su destinacion, necesitavan llegar en el momento oportuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo pensaba ¿por qué las lombrices de tierra llega a la exterior cuando llueve? Seguramente no es porque no les gusta, pero por que lo hacen a disfrutar, y disfrutar en mejor manera! Es el momento más feliz de su vida. ¿Por qué se correría el riesgo de su vida en esta manera? Para un simple baño?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Realmente existe algo, magnífico, que nosotros los humanos podemos dar la nuestra vida por por un momento? Probablemente será cuando tenemos la oportunidad de sentir la verdad y la felicidad que mas podemos llegar a sentir.&lt;br /&gt;De todas formas este escenario me puso a pensar. Cuando queremos algo, que representan la felicidad, por muchos perjudiciales o de riesgo que será tenemos que seguir nuestro camino para que "algo", si no, de todos modos todavía vivimos ... y luego nos vamos a morir, pero sin lograr el deseo de nuestra vida será aburrido y vacío. Será como que falta esa "agua de lluvia", donde podemos nadar con alegría!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-1056098552081932321?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/1056098552081932321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-moment-joy-un-momento-de-alegria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1056098552081932321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/1056098552081932321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-moment-joy-un-momento-de-alegria.html' title='One moment of joy / Un momento de alegría'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jsnjMGkLFgA/S3Gmsr07i7I/AAAAAAAAWAw/BrCPjGGqiik/s72-c/rain2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-3236925403063531914</id><published>2010-02-08T10:47:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:55:38.686+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difrutar la vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life as a leaf / La vida como una hoja</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvPEp1JpFZc/S2_u3BtoDUI/AAAAAAAAWAw/ueU-eD4srVo/s1600/428169_50501789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvPEp1JpFZc/S2_u3BtoDUI/AAAAAAAAWAw/ueU-eD4srVo/s400/428169_50501789.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;What is life? A chance? A gift? A duty?&lt;br /&gt;This leaf lost it's life inside, is dead, but if i keep it pressed will be always same alive as the moment before it's dead time. It has alive look and with many alive colors. Why it died? Didn't had to die. Did it deserved to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It accomplished &lt;em&gt;it's mission&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every alive being has it's mission. Wondering what is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see to this leaf? What is the first thing you see to this leaf? It is a very beautiful model leaf with delightful colors. It's an autumn leaf, which only has lost it's life 'color' and fall down to the death path. Try to look more attentive to it. It is perfect!! It is symetric in the most perfect way, has an unique construction very delicate shaped, life still reflecting in it from the green part that still has. And still why had fallen? Such a pitty, all this detailed perfect parts of it just vanish away! Why didn't wait till all the green disappeared? Didn't had enough streight? It had it's moments of joy and sadness. When the sun was shining in the spring and summer it was spoiling itself, when the wind was blowing it was dancing, it was living fully, but when the storm came, with the black clouds over, tried to resist but at one moment it couldn't anymore and gave up life, detach of it's root. Other leaves like it were staying more or less alive, each having different ways of resistance for the bad. However struggled it reached the same final. But while those struggles it was &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; still, weeks, days, hours, holding tight to it's root. And this leaf as many others is living for perpetuation of the species, and the reason we breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is the most precious thing human being can have and we have to know how to value it and make it shine. It's our chance to give the best of us. &lt;br /&gt;Live as the leaves, enjoy every moment and give the best of you and when your mission will end you will be a beautiful leaf, with lively colors, shining because it was &lt;em&gt;living&lt;/em&gt; once!&lt;br /&gt;(one of my diary entry, 2004 - the leaf is still attached and conserved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es la vida? Una oportunidad? ¿Un regalo? Un deber?&lt;br /&gt;Esta hoja perdido la vida desde el interior, está muerto, pero si mantener presionado será siempre vivo como el mismo momento antes de que murió. Tiene mirada viva y con muchos colores vivos. ¿Por qué murió? ¿No tenía que morir. ¿Se merecía morir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumplió su &lt;em&gt;misión&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ser vivo tiene su misión. ¿Me pregunta qual es la mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que se ve a esta hoja? ¿Qué es lo primero que se ve a esta hoja? Es una hoja de un modelo muy bonito con colores muy agradable. Es una hoja de otoño, que sólo ha perdido el color es vida y caen a la ruta de la muerte. Trate de verla más atento. Es perfecta! Es simétrica de la forma más perfecta, tiene una construcción única en forma muy delicada, la vida sigue reflejando en ella desde la parte verde que todavía tiene. Y aún por qué había caído? Es una pena, todas estas partes detalladas perfecto de simplemente desaparecer! ¿Por qué no esperar hasta el todo verde desaparecer? ¿No había bastante estrecho? Había su momentos de alegría y tristeza. Cuando el sol brillaba en la primavera y el verano empachar lo mismo, cuando el viento soplaba bailaba, estava viviendo plenamente, pero cuando vino la tormenta, con las nubes negros sobre ella, intento resistir, pero en un momento que no podía más dejó la vida, desprenderse de su raíz. Otras hojas, como ella, resistieron más o menos vivo, cada uno con diferentes formas de resistencia para el mal. Sin embargo luchado llegó a lo mismo final. Pero mientras que las luchas ella &lt;em&gt;vivio aún&lt;/em&gt;, semanas, días, horas, sostienendo firmemente de su raíz. Y esta hoja como muchos otros viva para la perpetuación de la especie, y la razón por la que nosotros respiramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es la cosa más preciosa un ser humano puede tener, y tenemos que saber cómo valorarla y hacerlo brillar. Es nuestra oportunidad de dar lo mejor de nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vive como las hojas, disfrutar de cada momento y dar lo mejor de ti y cuando su misión termina seras una bella hoja, con colores vivos y brillantes, que estaba &lt;em&gt;viviendo&lt;/em&gt; una vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uno de mi entrada del diario, 2004 - la hoja sigue siendo adjunta y conservada)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-3236925403063531914?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/3236925403063531914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-as-leaf-la-vida-como-una-hoja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/3236925403063531914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/3236925403063531914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-as-leaf-la-vida-como-una-hoja.html' title='Life as a leaf / La vida como una hoja'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvPEp1JpFZc/S2_u3BtoDUI/AAAAAAAAWAw/ueU-eD4srVo/s72-c/428169_50501789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6814870865245795060.post-8491995510738380633</id><published>2010-01-19T09:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:42:50.677+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today'/><title type='text'>Today / Hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQcFwd2zdc8/S1V0-1ze4WI/AAAAAAAAWAw/Ce07XD70HZA/s1600/City-Life-People-04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQcFwd2zdc8/S1V0-1ze4WI/AAAAAAAAWAw/Ce07XD70HZA/s1600/City-Life-People-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EN:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you were eating, working, talking, loving, hating, thinking, walking, traveling, laughing, crying, cursing, breathing...&lt;br /&gt;Today you can have all of this or even better or worst, you ARE free to have anything you want. &lt;br /&gt;But you can also not have any of this things you are, knew, like, hate in a second. Everything may end in a glance when you least expect. And you will never have the chance to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;Look today around you, feel anything you want, is human, you exist, so you are free to think, but think wise... It can end up all today without knowing anything about this world. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to see? Do you know how to hear? Do you know how to breath? Do you know how to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES:&lt;br /&gt;Ayer estabas comiendo, trabajando, hablando, amando, odiando, pensando, caminando, viajando, riendo, llorando, maldiciendo, respirando ...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te puedes tener todo esto, o aún mejor o peor, estas libre de tener lo que quieras.&lt;br /&gt;Pero también no puedes tener cualquiera de estas cosas de que estas, conocias, gusta, odias en un segundo. Todo se puede terminar en una instante, cuando menos te lo esperas. Y nunca tendrás la oportunidad de hacer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Mira hoy a tu alrededor, siente lo que quieras, es humano, existes, así que estas libres de pensar, pero pensa sabio ... Se puede terminar en día de hoy sin saber nada de este mundo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Sabes cómo ver? ¿Sabes cómo escuchar? ¿Sabes cómo respirar? ¿Sabes cómo amar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6814870865245795060-8491995510738380633?l=frailbird.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/feeds/8491995510738380633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/8491995510738380633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6814870865245795060/posts/default/8491995510738380633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailbird.blogspot.com/2010/01/today.html' title='Today / Hoy'/><author><name>FrailBird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302251327327251559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YqMmiMLrP8M/TM6hQWRvWPI/AAAAAAAAOls/Hzk-67BiFos/S220/12748442966378.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dQcFwd2zdc8/S1V0-1ze4WI/AAAAAAAAWAw/Ce07XD70HZA/s72-c/City-Life-People-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
