<?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-4295693501546454232</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:29:59.073+02:00</updated><category term='Actions'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Awareness'/><category term='In memorial'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>WORDS IN THE WIND</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, Photos, Short Stories, Poems, Ideas, ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-956072313882110380</id><published>2010-10-04T12:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:38:21.060+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Animal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On this day, people tend to stop, even if just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; for one moment, and think what this day means to them. Many have animals and treat them with respect and love. Others may love/like animals but do not have one with them sharing their lifes. Others, have animals and just do not look at them. And others do not have animals at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Why are animals that important? What is the big deal with this day. Honestly??? Nothing and everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nothing, for people that do not care who or what they share their lifes with. Since for many, animals are just meat or entertainment, and those will not think on this day as something to be of an importance or something to cheer about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everything, for people who will recognize what animals are in their lifes (not just as food) and for that they will celebrate, respecting and loving, wishing and dreaming, what they mean to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;On this day I would like to share a though, and idea, a meditation, a dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What are animals? What are we? The same and one I would say. The opposite and living appart I would also say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In my life I always lived with animals, only for a brief periode of time (6 months of my life) I did not live with an animal around me. And for those 6 months I only have to say that they were a bliss and the worst days of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We take everything for granted in our lifes. And rarely we think that way, that nothing is fr granted, or if we do, easily we forget. And that is amazing in the human heads. How easily we forget things and live life without thinking on the impact we have in the world around us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not with the animals, they do not take their lifes for granted. It is quite the opposite. Everyday they are grateful for what they have, even if it is a very bad condition (unfortunatly), they are patient and kind. They are love in the living form. Is it strange to think about them like this? Maybe so, maybe not.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So here it comes... For some minutes on this day, sit quietly where you can relaxe and not be disturbed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Think about an animal that you like (domestic or wild one) and then enter in his life. Try to see the world with his eyes, hear with his ears, touch with his body, talk with his mouth, and feel with his heart.&amp;nbsp; Try it for as long as you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;After, you can write it down in a piece of paper. And put the paper somewhere, and you can read it whenever you want.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is a simple exercice. It can make you feel something different or not. Is an experience and everyone lives it in different ways and feels it differently too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is curious to understand which animal you chose, and what you experienced by being him. It touches in the heart and soul. And it may also make you understand and know things about yourself that you did not know or did not give word or voice to before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the end I would also like to say that the animal day is everyday of the year, and it is also our day. We are different and alike, we are one and the same. If you respect them you are respecting your own life and yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And so it be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-956072313882110380?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/956072313882110380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/10/animal-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/956072313882110380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/956072313882110380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/10/animal-day.html' title='Animal Day'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3992826076970514799</id><published>2010-08-07T08:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:36:21.231+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>The power of the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/TFz-c9iFk6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/mSvNPjdbwiQ/s1600/IMG_3464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/TFz-c9iFk6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/mSvNPjdbwiQ/s640/IMG_3464.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Açores, by Mafalda Seguro in July 2010&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/4295693501546454232-3992826076970514799?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3992826076970514799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3992826076970514799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3992826076970514799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-of-sun.html' title='The power of the Sun'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/TFz-c9iFk6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/mSvNPjdbwiQ/s72-c/IMG_3464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3019312261346191348</id><published>2010-08-06T22:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T08:36:49.425+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Seek, dream, hope and cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What tomorrow will bring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the arms of an angel we seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What we lost and loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the arms of an angel we dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;About clouds and light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the arms of an angel we hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That we will fix what is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the arms of an angel we cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and give voice to what we cannot say out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the ilusion we believe in a world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the reality the suffering is there and cannot be shut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I seek, I dream, I hope and I cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for words not said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for feelings that are breaking my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for pieces shattered by pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for something that may not be there anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for something that will always be the other half...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What we seek, dream, hope and cry for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is as real as the sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There is nothing that can break it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;but still... the pain is learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the pain is a growing of souls and spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the pain is what is needed to understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that a half is always part of a whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and the whole is one... even if broken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3019312261346191348?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3019312261346191348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/08/seek-dream-hope-and-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3019312261346191348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3019312261346191348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/08/seek-dream-hope-and-cry.html' title='Seek, dream, hope and cry'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6369983444537565470</id><published>2010-07-18T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:10:13.890+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>On the top of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/TEIpqf3EHEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9XFs9YlkIJk/s1600/IMG_3445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/TEIpqf3EHEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9XFs9YlkIJk/s640/IMG_3445.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Pico, in July 2010 by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6369983444537565470?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6369983444537565470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-top-of-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6369983444537565470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6369983444537565470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-top-of-world.html' title='On the top of the world'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/TEIpqf3EHEI/AAAAAAAAAq0/9XFs9YlkIJk/s72-c/IMG_3445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4918807476448312534</id><published>2010-06-06T09:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:34:20.682+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>The bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There was a bee walking, desperately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;, on the sand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sun was shining and the hearts were happy. When the eyes made contact with the bee, they weren't sure to what to do. The bee was sad and hurt, and she walked as if she wasn't sure where to go. The bee was runing away from the plants behind, that could offer her some protection, she was walking in the direction of the water, sea water...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets up and grabs a shelf to help the bee, but it is to small, and the bee was scared already. And then she grabed a cap, and helped the bee to jump to the protection given to her. The bee understood, she walked to the cap, and she started right away to clean herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Too much salt... The sand was not helping... My wings are stuck and very dry... I cannot fly... "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You can stay here as long as you want... Would you want me to put you on the top of a plant?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"A few more minutes and yes..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So the bee cleaned herself, and after a while she put the bee on the top of a plant, where the bee kept cleaning herself, happy for been given an opportunity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The bee stayed there for 20 minutes, cleaning her wings, refreshing her soul and trying to calm down from the evident death that she was going through.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She started to fly, and made a turn around her saying thanks... And off she went... With the promisse of a renewed life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A life is a life... So easily taken by human hands... Who are we to do it without second thoughts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4918807476448312534?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4918807476448312534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/06/bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4918807476448312534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4918807476448312534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/06/bee.html' title='The bee'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7044373488487983900</id><published>2010-06-06T09:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:12:20.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Invitation by Oriah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;what you do for a living.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;what you ache for&lt;br /&gt;and if you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;of meeting your heart’s longing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;how old you are.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know &lt;br /&gt;if you will risk &lt;br /&gt;looking like a fool&lt;br /&gt;for love&lt;br /&gt;for your dream&lt;br /&gt;for the adventure of being alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;what planets are &lt;br /&gt;squaring your moon...&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;if you have touched&lt;br /&gt;the centre of your own sorrow&lt;br /&gt;if you have been opened&lt;br /&gt;by life’s betrayals&lt;br /&gt;or have become shrivelled and closed&lt;br /&gt;from fear of further pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;if you can sit with pain&lt;br /&gt;mine or your own&lt;br /&gt;without moving to hide it&lt;br /&gt;or fade it&lt;br /&gt;or fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;if you can be with joy&lt;br /&gt;mine or your own&lt;br /&gt;if you can dance with wildness&lt;br /&gt;and let the ecstasy fill you &lt;br /&gt;to the tips of your fingers and toes&lt;br /&gt;without cautioning us&lt;br /&gt;to be careful&lt;br /&gt;to be realistic&lt;br /&gt;to remember the limitations&lt;br /&gt;of being human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;if the story you are telling me&lt;br /&gt;is true.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can&lt;br /&gt;disappoint another&lt;br /&gt;to be true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear&lt;br /&gt;the accusation of betrayal&lt;br /&gt;and not betray your own soul.&lt;br /&gt;If you can be faithless&lt;br /&gt;and therefore trustworthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to know if you can see Beauty&lt;br /&gt;even when it is not pretty&lt;br /&gt;every day.&lt;br /&gt;And if you can source your own life&lt;br /&gt;from its presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;if you can live with failure&lt;br /&gt;yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;and still stand at the edge of the lake&lt;br /&gt;and shout to the silver of the full moon,&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;to know where you live&lt;br /&gt;or how much money you have.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you can get up&lt;br /&gt;after the night of grief and despair&lt;br /&gt;weary and bruised to the bone&lt;br /&gt;and do what needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;to feed the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;who you know&lt;br /&gt;or how you came to be here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you will stand&lt;br /&gt;in the centre of the fire&lt;br /&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;and not shrink back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It doesn’t interest me&lt;br /&gt;where or what or with whom&lt;br /&gt;you have studied.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know &lt;br /&gt;what sustains you&lt;br /&gt;from the inside&lt;br /&gt;when all else falls away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;if you can be alone &lt;br /&gt;with yourself&lt;br /&gt;and if you truly like&lt;br /&gt;the company you keep&lt;br /&gt;in the empty moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;from the book The Invitation&lt;br /&gt;published by HarperONE, San Francisco,&lt;br /&gt;1999 All rights reserved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7044373488487983900?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7044373488487983900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/06/invitation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7044373488487983900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7044373488487983900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/06/invitation.html' title='The Invitation'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-442518203443237851</id><published>2010-05-23T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:00:11.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You are lost in your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everything you believe in and lived by are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You are alone and on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;An emptiness fill places on the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;where there should be love, joy and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They are gone... lost in the deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There is something you can feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A pain so strong that makes you disconnected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;from yourself and others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There is nothing inside, nothing to feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nothing to hope or to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everything is gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The hand starts moving...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your body wants to follow it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;but your mind says no... it is good to just stand still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your arm moves on the opposit way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and in a heart beat is pulling the rest of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your legs are moving, faster and faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your run... and run... and run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At the top of the street you look back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It does not make sense to go back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is good to feel the wind... to move your body...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To breath fresh air...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You look ahead of you... there is something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You run again to reach it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In a moment ideas, visions and projects are shaped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A dream is born...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-442518203443237851?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/442518203443237851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/05/emptiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/442518203443237851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/442518203443237851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/05/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-889580320953254809</id><published>2010-05-09T14:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:36:17.595+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The silence is strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With waves of understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With glimpses of what can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The certainty is vague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fear and desperation walk together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hope and joy side by side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The darkness swalows clues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Life changing clues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Openess is blindful by uncontrolled emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Clarity is hidden behind minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then... Silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It breaks all walls, and fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It gives a possibility of change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And one more step further...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-889580320953254809?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/889580320953254809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/05/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/889580320953254809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/889580320953254809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/05/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7573617578102215282</id><published>2010-04-24T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:10:18.792+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Inner Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Look to the trees!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What is in the trees? They are naked... With no leaves..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Look closer! They are growing... There is greens, and whites, and reds, and..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I can't do this now, we have to keep walking, to the highest point."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What is the point of going, if you are not seeing? Is almost the same as if you were doing nothing... Sometimes you are boring..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I am exercicing... It is hard to climb..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Is not that high... And if you don't see the beauty around you... Why does it matter if you are in shape or not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What happens if I don't see it? The others are in the top already..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"So? I just wanted to see the colours..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Whatever..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the top they see a big lake. In the lake there is a boat sailing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Look the boat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Look the wind... and the magic around you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes, but the people inside the boat must be having a good time, in complete solitude and relaxing..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"So you can do it also... You are in the top, and now you are dreaming how it would be if you were down? You don't ever have a rest do you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Let's just put a leg up for example..." and the leg goes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What is the point? Everyone is looking at us... Stop with that..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes! They are looking at us, but they are smilling, they are looking to a woman putting a leg up just for fun, and they are happy about it..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And she looks... and realizes that is true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Let's go to the swing... I miss it... Remember when we swing some years back?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I do remember... I was very happy in that time..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Why aren't you now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I am happy now, but we grew up, and things are not so simple anymore..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes they are... Come with me... let's swing... and swing... up and down... push... close your eyes and feel the wind... and the sounds... and yourself..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And she does it... She is smiling in the beggining, and then she is laughing... With her eyes closed she trusts and enjoys the moment! When she opens her eyes, everyone is laughing with her...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Life can be simple if you close your eyes and let go, when you open them again you can see the world around you differently... but the difference is in you only and in the way you want to look at it! And then it is contagious..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7573617578102215282?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7573617578102215282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/inner-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7573617578102215282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7573617578102215282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/inner-child.html' title='Inner Child'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-727087760772209541</id><published>2010-04-22T14:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:22:35.611+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>Is it a dream? Is it real?&lt;br /&gt;Can I sleep and never wake up from it?&lt;br /&gt;Lights from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Love brights and warms hearts&lt;br /&gt;Happyness is an adiction&lt;br /&gt;Respect never fades&lt;br /&gt;And then... you walk from the shadow...&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in white with a flower crown&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and powerful&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate and blissful&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows slowly&lt;br /&gt;and the smell in the air fills all the senses&lt;br /&gt;You... in your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing the effect around you&lt;br /&gt;While you walk, lights and new lifes reborn...&lt;br /&gt;Healing and creation are given while you breath...&lt;br /&gt;A procession follows you... &lt;br /&gt;Can we hope for more?&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to wake up from my sleep&lt;br /&gt;The eternal sleep in my Mother's Earth arms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-727087760772209541?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/727087760772209541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/727087760772209541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/727087760772209541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5361439606541418283</id><published>2010-04-21T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:20:37.655+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Earth day thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What would you do if nothing that we know disappears?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;First thought is that is nonsense, nothing will disappear, we still have forests in Africa, or in America, or even a little piece of land with two trees in our backyard. So we are done... We still have much... We still have all of it and the better part is, we are the ones to control it. If we want we cut trees, or burn a forest, or kill animals for their tooth, fur or ivory, destroy an entire fauna and flora to build cities or just a nuclear station... We can do so... We can destroy so much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But then... nothing that we take can be restored... not exactly like this, but if we take millions of acres, of course that it is very difficult to restore it, especially when this process takes hundreds of years, and of course it is more importante to scream with our neighbour or kill others than plant a tree, respect the ones with whom we share this planet or give another possibility to a new life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am hurt... I also hurt... and for that I am hurt... we all live in a hippocratic world, where our well being and materialism is above all the rest... with no second thoughts about who and what we hurt on the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But now she is taking back what it was taken from her...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And the simple answer from her was: "I do not destroy... I just create..." Many will not accept it... She is in her own right... How can you... How can we... destroy what was never ours? Now the consequences are shown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We are just receiving what we sowed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5361439606541418283?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5361439606541418283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5361439606541418283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5361439606541418283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-thought.html' title='Earth day thought'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-642034552013560801</id><published>2010-04-21T09:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:59:00.854+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Earth Day 2010 video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/24_gqlIURMs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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 src="http://www.youtube.com/v/24_gqlIURMs&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-642034552013560801?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/642034552013560801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-2010-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/642034552013560801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/642034552013560801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-2010-video.html' title='Earth Day 2010 video'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6856094066608861573</id><published>2010-04-12T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:01:34.283+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Are you looking for something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes? Are you looking for something?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The boy kept standing and looking very concentrated to the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He got close to one of them and touched it... Looked up and could see and feel the sun light playing with the branches. His father went near him and ask him again. "Are you looking for something?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;His son looked back at him with a big smile on his face and said. "They are back... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6856094066608861573?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6856094066608861573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-looking-for-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6856094066608861573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6856094066608861573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-looking-for-something.html' title='Are you looking for something?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6644142283533837915</id><published>2010-04-03T22:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:05:06.614+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S7efPVD1w6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HONqj1_0OfM/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S7efPVD1w6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HONqj1_0OfM/s640/IMG_2905.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&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/4295693501546454232-6644142283533837915?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6644142283533837915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6644142283533837915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6644142283533837915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S7efPVD1w6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HONqj1_0OfM/s72-c/IMG_2905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-438532828280645284</id><published>2010-03-23T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:43:27.034+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Please forgive me...</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;For the long years of solitude&lt;br /&gt;For being blind to your suffering&lt;br /&gt;For doing nothing when I could&lt;br /&gt;For being afraid most of my life&lt;br /&gt;For hoping that others would bring me answers&lt;br /&gt;For looking everywhere except to you&lt;br /&gt;For not hearing you ask for help&lt;br /&gt;For listening and not reply&lt;br /&gt;For enjoy and take, and give nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;For loving you all these years...&lt;br /&gt;and only now accept that I am the one who belongs to you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-438532828280645284?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/438532828280645284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-forgive-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/438532828280645284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/438532828280645284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please forgive me...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7359846665270570026</id><published>2010-03-21T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:20:07.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Spring Equinox/ Alban Eilir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S6XV5nIebwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Awiha3vhW_Q/s1600-h/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S6XV5nIebwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Awiha3vhW_Q/s320/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cold and darkness are behind us, the days are longer by the day. After three months of snow and hibernation, comes the light and colours, the sun and smells... It is time to wake up and get out of the house, enjoy and be part of the changes around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is a great occasion to plant some seeds and tender them during the next weeks until they grow. Open the window and let the air, light and smell fill the air around, let it in in the house and in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S6XWDHRzE8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vMq_Gdewluw/s1600-h/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S6XWDHRzE8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/vMq_Gdewluw/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Many blessings on this Spring Equinox/ Alban Eilir&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/4295693501546454232-7359846665270570026?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7359846665270570026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-equinox-alban-eilir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7359846665270570026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7359846665270570026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-equinox-alban-eilir.html' title='Spring Equinox/ Alban Eilir'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S6XV5nIebwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Awiha3vhW_Q/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7441611082445019400</id><published>2010-03-17T06:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:58:33.776+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Are you ready for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Are you ready at all?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is time now... It is exposure time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Take off the masks...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Are you ready to accept yourself?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Live... and be... what you have born to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7441611082445019400?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7441611082445019400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7441611082445019400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7441611082445019400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6420094473350756293</id><published>2010-03-14T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:21:53.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In memorial'/><title type='text'>Sleep well my child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep well my child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Welcome to my arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My roots will hold you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and waters will guide you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;while the earth will return you home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep well my child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Welcome to my arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Rest you shall find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;after a long battle fought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;where you won your return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to your mother's arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep well my child&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Welcome to my arms...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Memories you bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;remembrance you left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and beloved one's love marks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;forever attached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep well my child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Welcome to my arms... and here, peace you will find!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In memorial... of a beloved one...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6420094473350756293?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6420094473350756293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleep-well-my-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6420094473350756293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6420094473350756293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleep-well-my-child.html' title='Sleep well my child'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4291244111193616249</id><published>2010-03-11T20:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:59:42.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Help save the elephants</title><content type='html'>Elephants or ivory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just signed an urgent petition calling on nations to protect elephants from poachers. There's a risk they will weaken the global ban on the lethal ivory trade -- it's being discussed at a UN convention this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petition will be delivered directly to the convention, so I thought you might be interested in standing up for the elephants too -- just click here:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read more below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend (Mar 13), 2 African governments will try to pry open the worldwide ban on ivory trading -- a decision that could wipe out whole elephant populations and bring these magnificent animals closer to extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanzania and Zambia are lobbying the UN for special exemptions from the ban, but this would send a clear signal to the ivory crime syndicates that international protection is weakening and it's open-season on elephants. Another group of African states have countered by calling to extend the trade ban for 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best chance to save the continent's remaining elephants is to support African conservationists. We only have 5 days left and the UN Endangered Species body only meets every 3 years. Click below to sign our urgent petition to protect elephants, and forward this email widely so we can deliver hundreds of thousands of signatures to the UN meeting in Doha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 20 years ago, the Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species (CITES) passed a worldwide ban on ivory trading. Poaching fell, and ivory prices slumped. But poor enforcement coupled with 'experimental one-off sales', like the one Tanzania and Zambia are seeking, drove poaching up and turned illegal trade into a lucrative business -- poachers can launder their illegal ivory with the legal stockpiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, despite the worldwide ban, each year over 30,000 elephants are gunned down and their tusks hacked off by poachers with axes and chainsaws. If Tanzania and Zambia are successful in exploiting the loophole, this awful trade could get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a one off chance this week to extend the worldwide ban and repress poaching and trade prices before we lose even more elephant populations -- sign the petition now and forward this message to everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the world's cultures and throughout our history elephants have been revered in religions and have captured our imagination -- Babar, Dumbo, Ganesh, Airavata, Erawan. But today these beautiful and highly intelligent creatures are being annihilated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there is demand for ivory, elephants are at risk from poaching and smuggling -- but this week we have a chance to protect them and crush the ivory criminals' profits -- sign the petition now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/no_more_bloody_ivory/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul, Alice, Iain, Raluca, Graziela, Ricken, Luis, Paula Benjamin, David, Ben and the rest of the Avaaz team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partners at Bloody Ivory and Born Free:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bloodyivory.org/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bornfree.org.uk/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Convention on International Trade in Endangered Species: http://www.cites.org&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/4295693501546454232-4291244111193616249?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4291244111193616249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-save-elephants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4291244111193616249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4291244111193616249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-save-elephants.html' title='Help save the elephants'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4016311274798265016</id><published>2010-03-10T18:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:11:15.044+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>I live in a bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"My whole world is a bubble… I live inside a bubble… What I breathe is  knowledge... My actions are in dreams... My aspiration is imagination...  My body... is broken... has no activity, desires or motivation...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... and life passes by me... all other people’s lives pass through me running and I just watch... my lips are sealed and my mind is dormant... Only in my dreams I react, is my waking world, my reality and my safe harbour... a place where there are no boundaries, hunger, thirst... instead there are behaviours, feelings, thoughts, actions and growing... this is how I live inside the bubble...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... How should I wake up from this? How should I get free from the bubble? Every time I try it, another bubble is formed around me... another world is created... What is real or illusion I cannot know... If I am awake or dreaming is impossible to discern...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... and there is no way to run from it... it chases me, and if not I hunt it, until I am inside again...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... where dreams and reality are one... where I have several personalities, facets, bodies and only one spirit... My destination is one and one only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... outside there is a world of anger and fear... I am scared to come out and I am scared to be like them... all of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... and here the only thing I can find is me... and all other people’s wishes, hopes... and hearts...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... colours splash in front of me... outside is dark and cold... inside the colours make my world warmer and bright...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I live in a bubble... and the bubble lives in me... and in this world the only reality is hope and love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dedication to a loved one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4016311274798265016?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4016311274798265016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-live-in-bubble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4016311274798265016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4016311274798265016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-live-in-bubble.html' title='I live in a bubble'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5190811834458500796</id><published>2010-03-09T20:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:56:02.262+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Long sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Another turn of the wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;when a soul is least expecting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the darkest of times are passing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the ilusions and anguish are fading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;another light is rising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;different perspectives are coming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the voice is strong with the warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and the heart is beating faster by the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the feeling of food and nourishment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;water, air and earth together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;fire around the life, who is waking from her long sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5190811834458500796?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5190811834458500796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5190811834458500796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5190811834458500796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-sleep.html' title='Long sleep'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2255135783309103313</id><published>2010-03-07T20:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:58:15.566+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A cold and long winter</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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5PzHkARN6I/AAAAAAAAAps/BkqfrUnXOcs/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5PzHkARN6I/AAAAAAAAAps/BkqfrUnXOcs/s640/photo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo taken in Risskov, February 2010, by João Fernandes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A cold and long winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It ripped all the colour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;White... three months of white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rarest colour from nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That leaves a trail of puress and cleansing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three months of flying snowflakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three months of emptiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three months of hibernation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three... the magic number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Three months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in learning of the otherworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in acceptance of the gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in definition of whom is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2255135783309103313?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2255135783309103313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/cold-and-long-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2255135783309103313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2255135783309103313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/cold-and-long-winter.html' title='A cold and long winter'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5PzHkARN6I/AAAAAAAAAps/BkqfrUnXOcs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2927417354076748437</id><published>2010-03-02T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:29:08.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Run or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In a society controlled by fear and devastation, where some values are almost forgotten and life is ruled by money and power, where can thy find the way? Where can thy find the courage to be and live?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which excuse will thy give to his heart when it is not followed? Can thy get hurt? Can thy still live a full life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The obstacles that thy find in their way come to test thy with the most difficult of learnings. But once they are learned, they will be difficult to let go. With a great learning and development come a great responsability and pain, but also a great love and happyness. There is no way to run from it, and if thy runs thy heart is broken, and thy lives an half life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Do not run... do no fear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2927417354076748437?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2927417354076748437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2927417354076748437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2927417354076748437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-or-not.html' title='Run or not?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8145690873119152513</id><published>2010-02-17T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:41:41.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The best we have in life are the things we cannot measure and tend to ignore easily...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The best gifts come with an unusual "paper"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and the best advice comes from unbelievable forms... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-8145690873119152513?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8145690873119152513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8145690873119152513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8145690873119152513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/best.html' title='The best...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4592311716434041361</id><published>2010-02-09T21:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:15:57.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Is this the world we are living in?</title><content type='html'>Stop Uganda's gay death law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just signed a petition calling on the Ugandan government to withdraw a proposed anti-gay law that would punish gay people with prison -- or even death. We only have days left and we need 1 million people to sign. Read more below, and sign the petition here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/uganda_for_tolerance/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uganda’s parliament is preparing to pass a brutal new law that would punish gay people with prison -- even death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial international criticism drove the President to call for a review. But after a well-funded and vicious lobbying effort by extremists, the bill could still pass -- threatening persecution and bloodshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposition to the bill is rising, including from the Anglican church. Ugandan gay rights advocate Frank writes, “This law will put us in serious danger. Please, sign the petition and tell others to stand with us – if there’s a huge global response, our government will see that Uganda will be internationally isolated by the proposed law, and strike it down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the decision expected in days, only an irresistible wave of worldwide pressure will be enough to save Frank's life and many others. Let’s raise 1 million signatures to stop the gay death law -- click here to take action, then forward this email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/uganda_for_tolerance/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petition will be delivered to President Museveni, members of the review committee and Ugandan embassies worldwide this week before it’s too late, as well as to key donor governments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill proposes life imprisonment for anyone convicted of having same-sex relations and imposes the death penalty for “serial offenders”. NGOs working to prevent the spread of HIV could be imprisoned for up to 7 years for “promoting homosexuality”. Even members of the public face up to three years in jail if they fail to report homosexual activity to the police within 24 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill’s advocates claim that it defends national culture, but its strongest critics come from within Uganda. The Reverend Canon Gideon Byamugisha is one of many who’s written to us – he says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is violating our cultures, traditions and religious values that teach against intolerance, injustice, hatred and violence. We need laws to protect people -- not ones that will humiliate, ridicule, persecute and kill them en masse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By rejecting this dangerous bill and supporting the breadth of opposition to it, we can help set a crucial precedent. Let’s raise 1 million signatures for Uganda’s human rights defenders, and save lives by stopping this bill -- sign now here, then tell friends and family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/uganda_for_tolerance/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope and determination,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice, Ricken, Ben, Paul, Benjamin, Pascal, Raluca, Graziela and the whole Avaaz team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOURCES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;African letter to Ugandan President to throw out Anti-homosexual bill: Uganda -- Anti-homosexuality bill violates human rights:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.africafiles.org/article.asp?ID=22761&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugandan church leader brands anti-gay bill 'genocide':&lt;br /&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/katine/2009/dec/04/gideon-byamugisha-homosexuality-bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Rights Impact Assessment of Uganda's Anti-homosexuality Bill By Sylvia Tamale, The Dean of Law at Uganda's Makerere University:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zeleza.com/blogging/african-affairs/human-rights-impact-assessment-ugandas-anti-homosexuality-bill-sylvia-tamal&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/4295693501546454232-4592311716434041361?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4592311716434041361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-world-we-are-living-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4592311716434041361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4592311716434041361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-this-world-we-are-living-in.html' title='Is this the world we are living in?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-669364832132930048</id><published>2010-02-08T18:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:25:50.557+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S3BOPDx5ctI/AAAAAAAAApk/adYHouDCvEM/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S3BOPDx5ctI/AAAAAAAAApk/adYHouDCvEM/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lying on the floor with no possibilities of breathing, he saw me approaching him... He moved a little but the pain was too strong for a run... I putted my hands on him... and he shivered for a few seconds... Trusting, he let me heal him, he let our energies feed until he was confortable, until he could breathe again... His sad eyes looked at me but his expression of fear and desperation was not towards me... His wise and old eyes were tired of feeling weak, not heard and not cared for... No one respected him... In his eyes was a question... a question with no answer and hurtful: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-669364832132930048?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/669364832132930048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/669364832132930048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/669364832132930048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S3BOPDx5ctI/AAAAAAAAApk/adYHouDCvEM/s72-c/IMG_2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3072932433740026941</id><published>2010-02-07T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:54:41.424+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>To follow</title><content type='html'>To follow your heart... listen... trust... love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3072932433740026941?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3072932433740026941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3072932433740026941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3072932433740026941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-follow.html' title='To follow'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-211847382735130317</id><published>2010-02-05T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:22:45.946+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awareness'/><title type='text'>Don't Go Away</title><content type='html'>This music speaks for itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXpOVU9Nx6g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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 src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CXpOVU9Nx6g&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-211847382735130317?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/211847382735130317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/211847382735130317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/211847382735130317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-go-away.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Away'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8672499568526302473</id><published>2010-02-03T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:41:14.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Words on eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The caress of a new book feels the air... It is on the table looking forward to be picked as the next in line...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There was a&amp;nbsp; book given to me by my sister... I have it for more than one month, but only now I was able to start reading it... and I did not stop until I finished it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Books are sacred... I believe I have said this before in some other post... they are a companion and sometimes (if not always) a best friend... But mostly they are a flirt, a passion and a lover... The feeling of starting a new book, is like starting a new relationship... new people in our lives... we laught and we cry with then... we hope and we despair with them... and in the end we miss them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Books give us a different world of different realities...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Books breath knowledge and learning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Books feel stories, myths and history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Books are shadows and projections of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Books do create life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Well... I think that I just wanted to thank about their existence and to all the people who write them and give us, even if for a short periode of time, the emotion, pleasure and the love of reading... and also the eternity of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-8672499568526302473?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8672499568526302473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8672499568526302473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8672499568526302473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-eternity.html' title='Words on eternity'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8008083078695177358</id><published>2010-01-31T11:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T12:11:38.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Imbolc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imbolc &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;is celebrated on 1/2 February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; and&amp;nbsp; is the time of the year where the days grow longer and when spring starts to manifest.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2VgW-nszlI/AAAAAAAAApM/i5coNT2CJhU/s1600-h/Picture1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2VgW-nszlI/AAAAAAAAApM/i5coNT2CJhU/s200/Picture1.png" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This day marks the festival of Brigid, a Celtic Triple Goddess: Goddess of Healing (healers, medicine, spiritual healing, fertility), of Inspiration and Poetry (poets, poetry, creativity, prophecy, arts) and of Smith Crafts (blacksmiths, goldsmiths, household crafts). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In this day celebrations are made to honour the Goddess, Woman and the coming Spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fire and purification are an important aspect of this celebration. The lighting of candles and fires represents the return of warmth and the increasing power of the Sun over the coming months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To celebrate this day many activities can be performed such as:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- planting seeds (herbs and flowers) and also psychic seeds (hopes and dreams),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- a 1-3 day of water fast for healing and renewal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- make up a bed for a visitor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- fix something broken,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- cleaning up fields and home,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- putting out food (glass of milk and a slice of bread with butter) as an offering to the Goddess, so we can be blessed by Her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Dancing as many hours as you can to cleanse and renew your body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On Brigid’s Day, Selena Fox,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mhtc.net/%7Eselena/index.html"&gt;(http://www.mhtc.net/~selena/index.html&lt;/a&gt;) recommends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; min-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2ViixgeMsI/AAAAAAAAApU/PXIVNzNt-WU/s1600-h/imbolc_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2ViixgeMsI/AAAAAAAAApU/PXIVNzNt-WU/s200/imbolc_lg.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Do a self purification rite with Elemental tools–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cleanse your body with salt (Earth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;your thoughts with incense (Air)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;your will with a candle flame (Fire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;your emotions with water (Water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and your spiritual body with a healing crystal (Spirit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bless candles that you will be using for rituals throughout the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Invoke Brigid for creative inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take a Nature walk and look for the first signs of Spring.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000a0;"&gt;Nineteen Candles Are Lit  For Brigid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note: Here are the 19 priestesses represented. In a dedication to Brigid, an invocation for healing, or prior to initiation where Brigid will be asked for blessing, or in celebration of Herself, spelled candles so imbued might be used. Packets of the 19 may be made for Bridgit dedicants, also, and so blessed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;   Your first candle lit is your sunrise birth: the flame of your house reaching Ceugant's brow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Second is the spark of your union with Bress, son of Elathan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Third is the pillar of fire, as you took the veil, rising high and clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Fourth are brothers, Dagda the father, Broadb the Red, Medar, Ogma, and Aenghus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Fifth is eternal life's spring: that sings your name, in crystal gaze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Sixth is the flame on your Altar, that never dies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Seventh is the grove at LLandwynwn, on Mora's shore, where lovers tryst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Eight is the strength of your oxen of Dil - Fea and Fernea, the red and the black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Ninth is the sigh of your breath, as new life grows from old, your bridge of truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Tenth is a milk white cow, of redden ears, the Earth Mother's nectar, sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Eleventh is a girdle, that spans night and day, yet heals all and remains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Twelfth is a veil of truth, in flowering thorn, your weary path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Thirteen is your son Ruardan, to be reborn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Fourteenth is the white light of the flowering word, born at sunrise - the molten sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Fifteenth is the grove at Kildare, with solid oak and crystal spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Sixteenth are the shrines throughout Aibion, in Church, Well, and Wall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Seventeenth is your will, of black iron, forged in the determination of one thousand eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Eighteenth is a healing - the white dog at the protal, the chalice of your smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;  Nineteenth is a clarach which spells - hours, days, and signs, all in a silver bough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Your last is your first, the begining of the turning sea, the ending of the three. The dancing sun in the hearts of all! The candle that never dies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;by Colin Murray, found in Philip Carr-Gomm's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The Druid Way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2VjXm9eTiI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzAk7Ni8BUc/s1600-h/Imbolc-feb2000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2VjXm9eTiI/AAAAAAAAApc/mzAk7Ni8BUc/s640/Imbolc-feb2000.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Imbolc Blessings to All!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-8008083078695177358?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8008083078695177358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/imbolc-is-celebrated-on-12-february-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8008083078695177358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8008083078695177358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/imbolc-is-celebrated-on-12-february-and.html' title='Imbolc'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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2009 by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7853044392618506000?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7853044392618506000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/misteries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7853044392618506000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7853044392618506000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/misteries.html' title='Misteries'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S2HI68crZNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GQ1SCVvROjw/s72-c/IMG_2151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7042956571544227269</id><published>2010-01-27T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:07:53.613+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The Man of the White Robe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Walking around and spinning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The wheel turns and transforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The years pass by... life remains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;While the beauty of the earth endure in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Memories and history prevail in the old man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Full of stories... legends... and memories.. to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Bright colours fill the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;While a little child waits in the grove &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Joy and excitement fill her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Looking to the man of the white robe to pass by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The man walks and lies one hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A blessing is given... a journey to start &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A new beggining in the wheel of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7042956571544227269?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7042956571544227269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-of-white-robe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7042956571544227269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7042956571544227269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-of-white-robe.html' title='The Man of the White Robe'/><author><name>Mafalda 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href="http://www.weareallone-support.org/"&gt;http://www.weareallone-support.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film contents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Speaker:&lt;/i&gt; Indigenous Native American Prophecy, 0:00 - 1:22 Red Crow Westerman. 1:33 - 9:53 Oren Lyons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo:&lt;/i&gt; (Planet Earth) Award-winning BBC nature documentary series narrated by David Attenborough and produced by Alastair Fothergill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/i&gt; From the movie Patch Adams. Contains Music by Various Artists, Marc Shaiman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Edited, synced and cut by: Anders Fredblad 4 december 2008 Sweden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guaranteed to touch the heart and inspire the mind,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;this incredible short film shares an Indigenous Native American Prophecy that links all of life and the future of our planet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCnWZncHH2Y&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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 src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCnWZncHH2Y&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-9178725384174981772?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/9178725384174981772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-all-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/9178725384174981772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/9178725384174981772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-all-one.html' title='We are all one'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5714971279014562185</id><published>2010-01-22T15:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:42:50.117+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Snow and imagination...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S1m4lGg_YRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5T01EEYUNrM/s1600-h/IMG_2707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S1m4lGg_YRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5T01EEYUNrM/s640/IMG_2707.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in December 2009, in Risskov by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5714971279014562185?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5714971279014562185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-and-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5714971279014562185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5714971279014562185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/snow-and-imagination.html' title='Snow and imagination...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S1m4lGg_YRI/AAAAAAAAAo0/5T01EEYUNrM/s72-c/IMG_2707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2694381668653010187</id><published>2010-01-22T15:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:38:27.746+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A perspective of night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When the sun comes down a new life, a parallel life, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is not that this life does not happen in the day light, it does, but our senses are not so open... at night, we are alert, we are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Is just like the animals, at night they are awake, aware of their surroundings and conscious of several dangers. They would rest but not a quiet rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And so we are all the same... but now we have houses, beds, the feeling of protection and so we sleep. An entire night of sleep… or not...&amp;nbsp; our spirit and soul (or unconscious if it is a better notion) are still aware, and we can see it by our dreams or when we wake up in the next day more tired than when we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;We are visited by all the beings that we do not see or look during the day, so they come to us at night… giving us some awareness even if we do not remember it in the morning after… we dream with animals, with the elements, with trees and plants, with rocks and water…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There are some common dreams… we are flying… we are falling from a big rock or mountain… we are surrounded by fire… we are together with animals, they tell us something and give us signals that most of the time we do not recognize or understand… we meet people from our pass, present and future because we need answers, closure, acceptance or understanding… we are free… we also dream with what we do not have or we wish for... with the pass, present and future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Why is that? A way to show us how it could be? The way we feel if we had it in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or when we are outside in the night, and every sound and movement are bigger than we had imagined… The fear takes over... the courage resists to it... and we give steps in the darkness… to the unknown… Everything happens with the porpoise of making us awake to another reality… and not to fall in the waters of the forgetting and memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The gift of memories, remembering, dreams, ideas...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The night… the moon… the stars… what would be of us without them and without their impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2694381668653010187?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2694381668653010187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/perspective-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2694381668653010187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2694381668653010187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/perspective-of-night.html' title='A perspective of night'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8220755346911399513</id><published>2010-01-21T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:10:15.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today I would like to leave a message from others...&amp;nbsp; They are from this world and were here way before any of us were born... They live among us... They are everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was thinking about my day, in people dynamics, and in how it seems that everyone knows where to go and to do... Sometimes I feel weird because I just go with the wind and the seasons... I have dreams... I have hopes... and plans... but when I look around, it seems different, as if everything was easier to others and not to me... Which is an ilusion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So, there I was... just walking... and I was thinking about this, feeling sorry about how life is, insted of cherrish it... An emotion took over me... My heart warm up and raced... and then... the voices came... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Way to simple...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;More simple than that...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We grow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We give&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We receive&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We nurture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We share&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We feed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We exist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We warm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We believe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We seed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are wise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We know all the history&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We love...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We suffer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We love even more...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are here... and we are the last ones to leave...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This voices... Strong and proud... from some of the Sons of the Earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is a prayer... Thank you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-8220755346911399513?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8220755346911399513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8220755346911399513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8220755346911399513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/message.html' title='A message'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4373270487872842799</id><published>2010-01-20T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:44:00.679+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life will start flourish as the time goes by... as hearts are beating together... as tears are shed with pride... as the sound of the Earth is heard and never forgotten again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4373270487872842799?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4373270487872842799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4373270487872842799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4373270487872842799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5460769213330014355</id><published>2010-01-16T13:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:48:44.872+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;How can a person unlock her own mind, heart and spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;How can a person fight and defend against herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We are the product of our thoughts, beliefs, values and fears... But fears are locked in a shell with no easy access... fears are locked in the mist of our behaviours, actions and emotions! To face them, is to face our worst enemy... Ourselves... we tend to hide... we tend to lie... and we tend to pretend... but to the self not to others! There is a thin line between what we thing we are with what we really are... are we strong enought to cross it?&amp;nbsp; Have we the courage to it? Are we going to be the same after? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;How many masks are in each one of us???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5460769213330014355?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5460769213330014355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/masks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5460769213330014355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5460769213330014355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/masks.html' title='Masks'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5180805180075939143</id><published>2010-01-13T15:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:05:59.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What do you wish for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We take our lives for granted.... and we should not... We live our lives with the fear of tomorrow... and we should not... We are what we are, we have feelings, memories, knowledge, body, spirit, soul, family, friends... and most of the time we do not value that...we do not value ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What do you wish for'" Most of the people ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Money..." Many answer... "A new house... A new car... A new job..." Others add...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then... there is a earthquake... a tsunami... a loved one dies... something happens that we cannot control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What do you wish for now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You wonder... I wonder... life is priceless... such are family and friends... such are memories, knowledge and feelings... such is all the rest that we should have wished... when nothing else matters in the middle of a loss... We are what we wish for... and this has many meanings... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Our lives are not for granted... tomorrow is nothing to be feared... and today... Today is the most precious moment of our lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5180805180075939143?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5180805180075939143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-wish-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5180805180075939143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5180805180075939143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-do-you-wish-for.html' title='What do you wish for?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3700039863355629722</id><published>2010-01-09T13:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:39:03.584+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The pain is too much to be measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the entire body is trembling with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;How can I be free of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That my head would go back to blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that my life would again be in&amp;nbsp; my possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that my wishes were simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that my life would not be so overwhelming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that I could not feel the pain of others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But then... I would not have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The feeling of solitude... and love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The fresh breeze in the morning would not feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The despair can take over but the light is there if I look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The all the time changes are been painfull and fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the end... it will never end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The transformation is happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The time is short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The body is in pain... but the heart and soul are hopeful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am not walking alone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3700039863355629722?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3700039863355629722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/transformation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3700039863355629722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3700039863355629722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-87461679523771194</id><published>2010-01-05T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:38:54.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lost in the idea of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What is it after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Past? Future? People keep living in one or another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; What they lost and what they aim for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Why do we all ignore the present and the possibilities of the now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Now is where we are... Now is what can change what happened and what can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-87461679523771194?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/87461679523771194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/87461679523771194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/87461679523771194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html' title='Time...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-1830505686520652871</id><published>2010-01-01T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:14:45.618+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;As we say goodbye to a cicle we welcome another one... Another cicle as many others in our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;All I wish for this year to me and to everyone else is... &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt;! Let it grow in you and share it with others... It will make a difference in you and all around you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy new year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-1830505686520652871?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/1830505686520652871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1830505686520652871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1830505686520652871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2153031407318228627</id><published>2009-12-20T23:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:25:26.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Winter Solstice - Alban Arthan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The longest night of the year is coming... Night is beautiful and misterious... Every secret kept is sacred, as all little and big beings that show themselves during this time of the day... imagination... dream... ilusion... reality... but, if it is so, why the heart races that way? Is not fear... is not antecipation... is something assumed, recognized and something that we do not know how to name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Whatever it is, is not harmfull... it watches and in a way protects... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This is a great time of the year to recognize what we fear and what worry us... after that we can work on it so the energy can be changed and transformed in something positive as a solution, a different perspective on the problem or something else... And that way the light can shine again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The night... Oh the night... The one that is fearless... and the one that is also misterious and enchanted... How would be the light without the darkness? How would be our lives without adversities that can chalenge us to develop ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That is what this time of the year symbolizes! The darkest night, and the return of the light! Our lives can also be described like the wheel of the year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Blessings of Alban Arthan to everyone!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2153031407318228627?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2153031407318228627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-solstice-alban-arthan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2153031407318228627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2153031407318228627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-solstice-alban-arthan.html' title='Winter Solstice - Alban Arthan'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5341032967214840501</id><published>2009-12-19T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:35:38.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sleep... and dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep now... Sleep and have sweet and wonderfull dreams... where you run through a world of peace and love... where your children can learn what was lost and now was refound, and be happy and play as children should play, outside, where dangers are not aloud and do not exist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep... and that your dream can embrace a pure state of harmony... where you live in a world built of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sleep... and when you wake up, do not forget it... and make it real!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Our mind is powerful... our dreams are another reality, a possible reality of what can be and what could be... our actions can change a lifetime... and we... we are... all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5341032967214840501?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5341032967214840501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-and-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5341032967214840501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5341032967214840501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-and-dream.html' title='Sleep... and dream...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8699929739000528761</id><published>2009-12-16T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:13:04.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actions'/><title type='text'>Help Save Copenhagen</title><content type='html'>How to keep us all safe                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just joined over 11 million people in the world's largest-ever campaign to keep us all safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has never been a more important time to add your name - our message is being delivered to leaders at the Copenhagen climate summit later this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please add your voice now at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/save_copenhagen/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three days to go, the crucial Copenhagen summit is failing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the world's leaders arrive for an unprecedented 60 hours of direct negotiations. Experts agree that without a tidal wave of public pressure for a deal, the summit will not stop catastrophic global warming of 2 degrees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click below to sign the petition for a real deal in Copenhagen -- the campaign already has a staggering 10 million supporters - let's make it the largest petition in history in the next 72 hours! Every single name is actually being read out at the summit -- sign on at the link below and forward this email to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/save_copenhagen/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Avaaz team is meeting daily with negotiators inside the summit who will organize a spectacular petition delivery to world leaders as they arrive, building a giant wall of boxes of names and reading out the names of every person who signs. With the largest petition in history, leaders will have no doubt that the whole world is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions watched the Avaaz vigil inside the summit on TV yesterday, where Archbishop Desmond Tutu told hundreds of delegates and assembled children: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We marched in Berlin, and the wall fell.&lt;br /&gt;"We marched for South Africa, and apartheid fell.&lt;br /&gt;"We marched at Copenhagen -- and we WILL get a Real Deal.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copenhagen is seeking the biggest mandate in history to stop the greatest threat humanity has ever faced. History will be made in the next few days. How will our children remember this moment? Let's tell them we did all we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.avaaz.org/en/save_copenhagen/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With hope,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricken, Alice, Ben, Paul, Luis, Iain, Veronique, Graziela, Pascal, Paula, Benjamin, Raj, Raluca, Taren, David, Josh and the whole Avaaz team.&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/4295693501546454232-8699929739000528761?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8699929739000528761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-save-copenhagen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8699929739000528761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8699929739000528761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-save-copenhagen.html' title='Help Save Copenhagen'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2473982733969659223</id><published>2009-12-16T15:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:15:48.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>First snow of the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I could not sleep... My cat was playing at the window trying to catch snow flakes from outside. She did some noise against the window, but mostly I could not sleep because I was watching the snow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Snow fell for hours, at least for 7 hours. Outside everything was quiet except the constant white coming down starting to paint wherever it touched. I could feel the earth receiving the snow... such pure caress and solitude, cleaning all the bad dreams and feelings and leaving the feeling of peace and quiet, harmony and tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the morning while I made my way to the bus stop, in every step I made my feet were under snow...&amp;nbsp; Waiting for the bus, I was smilling... the rest of the people were with their normal faces like if it was really boring to have snow all around them... Can not they feel the beauty of it? The wonder of the first snow of the season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SykVgjNU3DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/d1sng2INqWU/s1600-h/IMG_2674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SykVgjNU3DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/d1sng2INqWU/s640/IMG_2674.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2473982733969659223?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2473982733969659223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-snow-of-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2473982733969659223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2473982733969659223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-snow-of-season.html' title='First snow of the season...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SykVgjNU3DI/AAAAAAAAAoo/d1sng2INqWU/s72-c/IMG_2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7086907217708462193</id><published>2009-12-12T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:54:13.454+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reality or imagination?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;How often can people say that they are thinking about something when their head is blank? Is that even possible or is just with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In these moments where I am in one place and suddenly I am in another, without been in a dream. It is amazing how life can be so multifaceted and multidimensional. It makes me wonder if it is all a dream, reality, otherworld, illusion, or any kind of craziness. I think it is a little of all, and we just have to shake them together and we have a really juicy life, even if not visible in everyone’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Creativity may be the word or is just another perspective of the reality. Who knows???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7086907217708462193?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7086907217708462193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-or-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7086907217708462193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7086907217708462193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/reality-or-imagination.html' title='Reality or imagination?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2778894519934266884</id><published>2009-12-06T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:04:26.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The body shakes it self with much strength... The eyes fill with tears ready to come out... The breath is hard and painfull... The fear takes over and controls everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Close eyes... light is coming... let&amp;nbsp; it in... Green pastures are ahead... Trees will shelter who seeks... In the lake lies the path... Breath once... the water is a crystal blue... cold and pure... Breath twice... body is under the water... cleaning ad healing... nurturing and growing... Breath three times... a song under starts rising in the body... light fills it and loves it... come out of the water and feel the sun in the body... look to the body and see that it sparks and shines... it is not body... is the spirit in all things that lives in us and in everything around us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Give, ask, share and be light! Life turns to be cherished and loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2778894519934266884?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2778894519934266884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2778894519934266884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2778894519934266884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/breath.html' title='Breath'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-201573720310211297</id><published>2009-12-05T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:32:17.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Where are you to hold my hand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the woods from my past I see the shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Looking to the trees in the dark they seem diferent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At the door I wait until no one is looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Where are you to hold my hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Courageous I go, but terrified I cannot see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My body shakes with strong strikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My head hurts and my heart drums trying to get free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Where are you to hold my hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I hear whisperers in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They want me to believe that I cannot follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That I will never be worth it and will fail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Where are you to hold my hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I ran now, and do not look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;the darkness is all around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;swallowing my deepest wishes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Where are you to hold my hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Can you see it now?" a voice in my head says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;far far away I see a light, so weak that it seems an ilusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will follow it, with the rest of my strenght&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I fell many times and the light fails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can still see it but the distance is impossible to&amp;nbsp; trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Where are you to hold my hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I stand and look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am alone... even the voice was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I will surrender to the emptiness of my being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;or continue running until I get lost and mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They all abandon me... Or it was me that turn away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the woods of my past I stand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I look inside myself and see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see the weakness and fails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see the fear and desolation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see shadows and loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And deep down I can see that there is more to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I look inside myself and see it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the woods od my past I learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see love and friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see courage and strenght...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see dreams and wishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see caring and purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see wisdom and history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can see forgiveness and tenderness... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A girl stands there... with her back on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sun is shining and the sky is clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;birds sing around us and the water has a healing sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She stands near the lake, where she is looking to the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Such a mirror showing her stories... my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Her white dress only has a little blue ribon around her waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The flower colar in her head was given by the hearth ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One step and another and I am right next to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She is not strange to me... I have seen that face before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I follow her gaze... to the lake and I miss one breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Tears fall in the lines of my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I do not want to leave this feelings... I am home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My breath is slow now... and it is healing myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I am here to hold your hand... I am you and you are me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She says... I take her hand... The image changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am back to the present... With a taste of hope and peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love and understanding fill my body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And the feeling of not being alone follows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When I start walking again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In the woods of my past... and future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lessons can be learn when we are ready for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Most of the times the solution is right in front of our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We cannot see it in the blindness of our fears and lack of confidence in ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The openess is not a easy step... but it is a option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We all have options... and we all have it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-201573720310211297?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/201573720310211297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-are-you-to-hold-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/201573720310211297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/201573720310211297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-are-you-to-hold-my-hand.html' title='Where are you to hold my hand?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4245380481770752918</id><published>2009-12-04T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:55:51.699+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Turn and turn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Turn and turn... Go and back... Try and fail... Persistence and steps... Believe and find... Eventualy we made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And we move forward to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Turn and turn... Go and back... Try and fail... Persistence and steps... Believe and find... We made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We made ourselves goals... to have a purpose... a dream... and the work to make it real and get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Where do people want to go? What are people always looking for? Why people suffer so much? Why do people hurt each others with words, emotionally and physically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Why it is so hard to look inside ourselves? To look in the mirror? Recognize what we are and who we are... What are we afraid to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fear is the word that everyone knows and think is not worth to be faced... What if we face it? And that way change our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Turn and turn... Go and back... Try and fail... Persistence and steps... Believe and find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4245380481770752918?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4245380481770752918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/turn-and-turn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4245380481770752918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4245380481770752918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/12/turn-and-turn.html' title='Turn and turn...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8889218898638619788</id><published>2009-11-30T18:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:47:20.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>White Swan in Avalon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SxQCWSro4CI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mctrT_Idx5g/s1600/IMG_2644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SxQCWSro4CI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mctrT_Idx5g/s640/IMG_2644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This Photo was taken in Bryrup, in November 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The mist in Avalon... Nothing can be seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One lonely swan waits for his mate in the lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The lake is lost in the mist... Only a white shadow can be seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;All around is awakening... birds are coming out to the morning cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Trees are losing their morning humity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Such drops that fall right through our faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is cold... but the heart is warm with wonder and expectation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The old railtrail guide us to a destination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A silence is upon us... our footsteps are quiet and gentle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We join with them and them with us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The mist starts to rise... the magic is still there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With a promisse of a new day and learning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We go back to our trail to the morning tasks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;While the two swans together now fly crossing the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is our turn to go... to new wisdom be channeled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What awaits us we do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We trust our mother to guide us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We trust our angels to take us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We trust the knights to lead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We trust in ourselves to be open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and to see a world of knowledge and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to see a world where the stories are not stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and we are no more than possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-8889218898638619788?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8889218898638619788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/mist-in-avalon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8889218898638619788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8889218898638619788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/mist-in-avalon.html' title='White Swan in Avalon'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SxQCWSro4CI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mctrT_Idx5g/s72-c/IMG_2644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2114188960791010393</id><published>2009-11-26T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:37:02.975+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>The spirit of a journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Sw1j784zV1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/KkILEDE9J7s/s1600/IMG_0931_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Sw1j784zV1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/KkILEDE9J7s/s640/IMG_0931_1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Himmelbjerg, April 2009 by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk&lt;br /&gt;Trees &lt;br /&gt;Contemplation&lt;br /&gt;Plants &lt;br /&gt;Surviving &lt;br /&gt;Admiral &lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Earth &lt;br /&gt;Learning&lt;br /&gt;Animals &lt;br /&gt;Living&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;Achievement&lt;br /&gt;Pride&lt;br /&gt;Happyness&lt;br /&gt;Rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2114188960791010393?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2114188960791010393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/spirit-of-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2114188960791010393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2114188960791010393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/spirit-of-journey.html' title='The spirit of a journey'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Sw1j784zV1I/AAAAAAAAAoU/KkILEDE9J7s/s72-c/IMG_0931_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6220092578701553400</id><published>2009-11-25T18:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:00:37.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>One night long ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Sw1hopk8mWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ukxlLCilEVc/s1600/File0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Sw1hopk8mWI/AAAAAAAAAoM/ukxlLCilEVc/s640/File0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Serene moments come and go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Emotions suffer ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Feelings mark one persons bones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Memories will allways remain and be found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5304143264917366846</id><published>2009-11-23T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:07:47.271+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>The Fall</title><content type='html'>The view from top of a cliff where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Allows the fool to dream... and the wise wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The end is not near... while the beggining is so far away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams... Wishes... Aspirations... Knowledge...&lt;br /&gt;Love... Feelings... Memories... Emotions...&lt;br /&gt;Cross my mind when I breath for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;Jump... I jump... and open my arms to what is to come...&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes in wonder and in fear... still trusty...&lt;br /&gt;I hear the cry of an eagle... beautiful sound filling my head...&lt;br /&gt;Near... almost there...&lt;br /&gt;The green under me blurs my eyes with its magesty&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth embraces me with her love...&lt;br /&gt;Something is holding me back... my fall is slow now...&lt;br /&gt;Deep down they await me... my return to their side...&lt;br /&gt;My feet touchs the soft green tapestry... without harm...&lt;br /&gt;A delicate smell takes over my senses... sweet and tender...&lt;br /&gt;I am home...&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes... and they say to me:&lt;br /&gt;"New begginings are harder than the jump... you are welcome to stay...&lt;br /&gt;but soon... you have to go back to your journeying... to continue your life...&lt;br /&gt;do not fear my child... you know the way to comeback when you feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;afterall... this is your home...!"&lt;br /&gt;I go back to where I came... sad for leaving...&lt;br /&gt;I look the same... I feel the same... I know the same...&lt;br /&gt;What I did not know... I was changed... a new seed was growing...!&lt;br /&gt;When I awake from the dream... a new hope was growing too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5304143264917366846?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5304143264917366846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5304143264917366846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5304143264917366846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall.html' title='The Fall'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7790710917878720563</id><published>2009-11-19T18:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:33:06.577+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What is music?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You are a strange little girl..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The first time I heard this setence from my father, I was 7 years old. When he had caught me listening to classical music, opera, jazz, ethnic or tribal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was never the kind of person who would love and hear the same music has her peers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Today? I am exactly the same person... I hear a little of everything, but these types of music are the ones who make me be what I am and make me complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;With so many different people around the world, so many different cultures and systems, it still amazes me how music can unify nations. There are no boundaries or frontiers. The power of music really has an effect on everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of a piano... such a balad that touches hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of a guitar... with a passion of a lover...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of a saxophone... with its singular beauty... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of drums... with the pulse of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of a flute... with an inocent wisdom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of pipes... whose magic allow the dream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of percussion... where dreams become alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sound of a voice... where the real miracle happens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What is music?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;... I could go to a dictionary and just write it down what it says there... The point of the question is... What is music for each one of us... everyone has a different definition of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For me... music is life... be alive... heart... dreams... reality... hopes... truth... honesty... love... intention... hurt... hapyness... sadness... wind... sun... sea... waves... animals... trees... rocks... snow... rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we are there is a a sound... there is music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are in a metro station... we can hear the noise of people walking and talking, the sound of the metro stoping, ringing and speeding again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are in a forest... the sound of the wind touching the trees... what a caress of time and unknown.. the birds flying and singing... a river runing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a park... children runing and laughing... happy to be playing with their friends... unaware of dangers and creating their own adventures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the top of a mountain... the silence... the solitude... the cry of an eagle... the strengh of the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone playing in the street... people stop to listen, others just pass by pretending that they are not hearing anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song of the sea... the beautiful and wonderful beings that live in it... they sing great songs... the song of the waves when they crash with the sand... seaguls, always aware with what is surrounding them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music... we can listen music even inside ourselves... music of life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I could answer with the best definition and few words, taken from a quotation of a movie, called August Rush, when he says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The music is all around us... all you have to do is listen!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7790710917878720563?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7790710917878720563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-are-strange-little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Close your eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Close you eyes... take a deep breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The ancient and the new are with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;their eyes are magical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;their souls are full of secrets and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;their hearts are pure and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;they only ask one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to be heard... to be there for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;they give all without expecting any return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and still do it with an open heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;they have advices and explanations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;an entire new world to be seen from their eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Choose an animal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One that you admire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;try to feel as if you were him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;try to hear with his ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;try to smell the air around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;try to see through his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;try to be him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;let him take control of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;feel his instincts... fears... feelings... thoughts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;move yourself as him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a 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href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/close-your-eyes.html' title='Close your eyes...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6864683080029964099</id><published>2009-11-17T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:37:53.856+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>The Cat and the Pharaoh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Can I tell you a story?" She asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Yes... you can... can you tell stories?" I smiled... She ignored me and started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"I took many forms in my life before... But the one that I love the most is has a feline, especially has a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Many many years ago... Even more than you can comprehend, I lived in Egypt... I was an important cat... Everyone listen to me and ask me advice for their daily life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Not as these days! Humans do not stop to hear what we animals have to say... Only few of them actually bother to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But, as I was saying... I lived in Egypt... I was asked to give advice many times! The cat in those days was sacred... it still is, but it is not the same anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Each one of us had a task, a gift... we were worship and take cared for... We only answered to Bast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I liked that life... people came to listen to us, of course only few could hear us, so to each one of us were given one or two people, depending on the hierarchy, that would be our voice to the ones that could not hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I lived in a difficult time... People were in war, there was hunger and poverty everywhere! I was called to the Pharaoh chambers who had heard about me, in that time I was living in another palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The Pharaoh  wanted to know what could he do to change the situation of his country, his people was dying everyday, and he was worried... the villages were empty in a flash of days, with sickness and lack of care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So he asked me what could he do to make a difference...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To know all the story, I should explain that he was young in the power, his soul was beauty and pure and he did care for his people, the problem was cause for his father ancestors, the war was his father only way of living also. He did not care with the people. He had died two months before, and the new Pharaoh  now, his son, was asking me my advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I asked him, instead of answering, why his people was in war with their neighbours... He did not know how to answer, because when he was born the war was already happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The only thing I told him was to think about it and I left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was called back one week after... He said to me "I have though about your question... I looked and studied old papers, I gathered the ancient and wise ones and the parliament... and I could not find anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There was a long moment of silence where I did not said anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"What should I do then?" He asked me for the second time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Insted of answering I did him another question "What does you heart tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He did not answer and I went away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We are patients, we have a wonderful capacity to wait and wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;One more week passed and I was called again to the Pharaoh  chambers... He said to me "I thought about your question... It is difficult to conciliate what my heart desires with politics... So I am still not knowing what to do... I mean, the logical thing is to ask my neighbour country to come for a meeting, with a peace offering, since no one can even remember what did happen before this started. But the politics say other things, because of this war we started to gain some priviledges and fame... we also lost many lives and our people is dying still if not with the war with the hunger..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There were many minutes of silence... and when I realized that he was expecting me to say anything I asked another question "What are you going to do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He was getting frustrated with me... In his way of thinking we were the wise ones, and we should be the ones to offer and solution... but after all... we are cats, and in our point of view everything is simple and clear... But his head was full of politics, and with this questions I was only making him realize of a solution... the solution was simple and he already knew it, but the problem was that he wanted to hear it from others, not from himself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;After some moments of silence I left the room..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There was a moment of silence and I asked "That's it? That is you story? How does it end? What did the Farao did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She was looking at me with a sweet look, she came to me and asked me to cuddle her... I understood that she was hungry... I gave her food and she start eating it, while I waited for her to finish the story. When she was finished, she turned her back to me and went to sleep by the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6864683080029964099?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6864683080029964099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-and-pharaoh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6864683080029964099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6864683080029964099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/cat-and-pharaoh.html' title='The Cat and the Pharaoh'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2388860529051847283</id><published>2009-11-16T17:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:00:37.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Long time since...</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time since I felt this emotion, of been alive like this! Doing something that I adore and could live for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their skin... their smell... their breath... their simplicity... their honesty... it is heatbreaking... I was lost without knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a person be lost without knowing? Can we say that we found our way just because of a raced heart beat? That is what happyness, living for and love without measurement means... When this situation happens you just do it without thinking... because you always knew how and because your heart and soul scream for the opportunity of being whole again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you find it already? The thing(s) for what your heart craves for? The thing(s) that connects you to the center of your being and to all that is around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling cannot be explained with words... The words will take away the truth and essence of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky has no limits...&lt;br /&gt;The earth is our mother...&lt;br /&gt;The dreams can become true...&lt;br /&gt;And what your soul needs will come when you least expect... giving you strenght, courage and confidence to what will come...&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart... hear it... and be there when it is time to open your eyes and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2388860529051847283?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2388860529051847283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2388860529051847283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2388860529051847283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-since.html' title='Long time since...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-8077504618111774031</id><published>2009-11-15T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:00:09.500+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Darkness</title><content type='html'>Where would I go if I do not know the way?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it... so... why can I not feel it...&lt;br /&gt;Who will lead the way?&lt;br /&gt;I hear whispers in the night...&lt;br /&gt;I hear voices inside my head...&lt;br /&gt;What it is true and what is not?&lt;br /&gt;They are here... fighting for something they believe...&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought was long gone...&lt;br /&gt;And something that some belive that never existed&lt;br /&gt;and still it is all around... in the mist and shadows...&lt;br /&gt;in the wheel of time... the words remain... now and forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-8077504618111774031?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/8077504618111774031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8077504618111774031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/8077504618111774031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3155796443780585647</id><published>2009-11-15T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:16:45.996+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Beautiful day today... Sunday! What to do?&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining, it is a warm day, reasonable warm... &lt;br /&gt;Few people are outside, the silence in the air ir relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;The smell of trees, soil and autumm take over our senses...&lt;br /&gt;Take a cup of coffee or tea... I sit in the balcony in front of a wonderful willow... and we share stories, ideas, worries and wishes...&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is shinning... we have few of theses days... we should enjoy and live it!&lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye to my friend willow, take my bicycle and follow the calling of the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great sunday to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3155796443780585647?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3155796443780585647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3155796443780585647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3155796443780585647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3897032243593274999</id><published>2009-11-12T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:35:56.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Detail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in May 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmOG-0hcLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/-RbvtBlP2AQ/s1600-h/IMG_1496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmOG-0hcLI/AAAAAAAAAoE/-RbvtBlP2AQ/s640/IMG_1496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in May 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3897032243593274999?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3897032243593274999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/detail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3897032243593274999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3897032243593274999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/detail.html' title='Detail'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmNBCUo-cI/AAAAAAAAAnU/FuFNSKvByqg/s72-c/%5B002792%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3574156785444694713</id><published>2009-11-11T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:54:50.622+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Answers</title><content type='html'>If you do not understand something in your life, it does not matter what others say... you are still confused... You can turn to others, but the answers are not with them... are in you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is the key... Open Heart is the ingredient... Honesty and Simplicity are the art... Trust in the universe is the choice... Love is the gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix them and move foward... seeds will grow and soon we are able to harvest our own dreams and wishes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3574156785444694713?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3574156785444694713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/answers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3574156785444694713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3574156785444694713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/answers.html' title='Answers'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6869685733109641752</id><published>2009-11-10T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:06:47.788+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmJrVvuIfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ADGWUe9Vy8o/s1600-h/%5B007404%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmJrVvuIfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ADGWUe9Vy8o/s640/%5B007404%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in May 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmLXhxAauI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NdA2s7s0oFs/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmLXhxAauI/AAAAAAAAAnM/NdA2s7s0oFs/s640/IMG_1537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in May 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmKQUfC8KI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qDXC9FfQrM0/s1600-h/%5B007406%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmKQUfC8KI/AAAAAAAAAm8/qDXC9FfQrM0/s640/%5B007406%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in May 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmKY0c22qI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aDA_zHRtAuU/s1600-h/%5B001998%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmKY0c22qI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aDA_zHRtAuU/s640/%5B001998%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in May 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6869685733109641752?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6869685733109641752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6869685733109641752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6869685733109641752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvmJrVvuIfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/ADGWUe9Vy8o/s72-c/%5B007404%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2052990923974012903</id><published>2009-11-09T19:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:19:04.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>A leaf... A bird... A squirrel... A man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Svhbh5XgASI/AAAAAAAAAmk/t9p1CNlT0hU/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Svhbh5XgASI/AAAAAAAAAmk/t9p1CNlT0hU/s640/IMG_2375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Silkeborg, Bunkermuseum, September 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Little things... Small things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Important things... Unnecessary things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The leaf was waiting... it is the best time of the season in her opinion... when the green gives place to orange, red, brown and yellow... Million of colours are scattered in the floor, as a carpet of dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Big things... Huge things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Confused things... Certain things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The bird looks to the leaf... he knows for sure that soon... when she is ready... she will break... she will stop being one or two, to be one among many... the sun is giving place to the night... is the best time of the day in his opinion... he prepares to fly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Another things... Many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What things...? These things...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The squirrel looks to the bird... he knows that the bird is amazed with the leaf... and sad... The last leaf is going away from his favorite tree, his nest is empty, and he goes find another tree in another place... The squirrel turns is back to the last image of them... and goes inside the tree where he has food for the entire winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy things... Sad things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Circle things... Love things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The man is siting in the same place at the same time... he thinks about his life... his problems... his opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He looks to the squirrel... that looks to the bird... that looks to the leaf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The squirrel hides himself in the tree... the man smilles... gets up and goes away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He did not notice where the squirrel was looking... He did not notice the turn of the wheel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The leaf breaks... and fell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The bird sings... and fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2052990923974012903?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2052990923974012903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaf-bird-squirrel-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2052990923974012903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2052990923974012903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaf-bird-squirrel-man.html' title='A leaf... A bird... A squirrel... A man...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Svhbh5XgASI/AAAAAAAAAmk/t9p1CNlT0hU/s72-c/IMG_2375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-9188692124031728633</id><published>2009-11-08T00:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:40:45.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Another choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is wonderful how people join together for a cause. It is unbelievable how sometimes people from different cultures have the same beliefs and are united for the same result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are social beings, we are not alone. We live in groups, we are part of groups, such as family, friends, co-workers, and we share values, behaviours, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are also spiritual beings... But not everyone thinks about himself that way. But there are those who are very much counscious about their spirituality. And with this consciousness we start to see the world with other eyes, there are no cultures, no religions, we are all the same. Everyone suffer, everyone has feelings, love, hurt, give, receive, share, etc... Each one of us is the same has the other. That is what is told to us while we grow up, at least in some families, that is what we learn in some schools, we learn to cherish others, respect them and especially accept differences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is possible to look at another person and see her like ourselves, a human being. It is what we are, the same... we are part of this whole world... we have this in common, does it stop there? Some may think that yes, others think the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So why? Why people who is fighting for the same goal start fighting each other? Yes, yes, no one is perfect... Yes, yes, we do not live in a fairy tales... Yes, yes, we think differently... Yes, yes, they were not what I thought they were...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I say... Yes, yes, these are just excuses to an easy way out... to defend something inside us that we think is in danger, we act as an impulse... just to defend our ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why on earth we do that? It is curious... Are there really differences? Or just misunderstanding? Are there really incompatibilities? Or just lack of comprehension? Or lack of trying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvYEut1onII/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZComLNfQcY8/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvYEut1onII/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZComLNfQcY8/s200/IMG_2340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is a story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once upon a time... there was a group of people, from different countries. They were together in a cause, where it didn't matter where they came from, or their religion or culture. Because they were together in something that they believed. They defend one and another... everytime one of them had a problem the other was there, without judging, giving his shoulder, understanding and loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This group worked well together. Because they did not care about judgments, expectations or prejudice. Their hearts were high... they knew that no matter where they came from or no matter what they believed, they could work together, they were the same, respecting and loving others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day there is a problem in the country of one of them... The person from that country got sad and ashamed with what he saw and what his country did, but he had no action on it. The others acted as if nothing happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once upon a time... there were a group of people, from different countries. They were together in a cause, each one of them came from different cultures and religions. They were working together, and they did a great deal out of it! They were a great team, because they believed in what they were working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day there is a problem in the country of one of them... So the others start to look at him in his back... evaluating him, if he was like those people, because it was his country after all. They judge him, ignoring the fact that were working with him for a long time now, and he was their pal, someone they trust. They started to be suspicious of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We can figure the end of each story... Are they fictional? Have they some reality on it? I think so... it is up to us, once again, to choose how it will be our story... to choose the way we react... It is up to us... &lt;b&gt;And that choice makes all the difference!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-9188692124031728633?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/9188692124031728633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/9188692124031728633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/9188692124031728633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-choice.html' title='Another choice'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvYEut1onII/AAAAAAAAAmU/ZComLNfQcY8/s72-c/IMG_2340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3792096003201038484</id><published>2009-11-07T20:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:54:25.140+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Universe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DedwtChoW1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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 src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DedwtChoW1c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This video is from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DedwtChoW1c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We look to the universe and we wonder how beautiful it is, and then we look to our planet earth, and we are proud of it for been part of such a wonderful universe... but then, we see it closely... There are many things to be proud of... and many more to be sorry for...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3792096003201038484?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3792096003201038484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/requiem-for-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3792096003201038484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3792096003201038484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Universe'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6332947903415703802</id><published>2009-11-06T13:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:56:50.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Elements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvQT4M8kAzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EDNX8EJ_qRA/s1600-h/IMG_2581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvQT4M8kAzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EDNX8EJ_qRA/s640/IMG_2581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Viborg, October 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A whisper in the cold air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A soft warmth from the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A promisse of protection from the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And a heart in the shore admires all by the fire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6332947903415703802?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6332947903415703802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/elements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6332947903415703802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6332947903415703802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/elements.html' title='Elements'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvQT4M8kAzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EDNX8EJ_qRA/s72-c/IMG_2581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-1309430736310615921</id><published>2009-11-05T13:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:19:20.980+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Is it true?" The other man asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Well depends on what you want to believe..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"But... can I see it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"Can you?" and gave a step back to let him see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The other man looked and smiled. The corners of his mouth almost reached his ears! "I can see it alright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So he went away. When he was crossing the door to go outside the other man grabbed his arm to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You do not need to go away! There is plenty of room for you and food... " He pleaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But he just looked at him with&amp;nbsp; happy eyes. Turned his back and crossed the door. When the other man went after him outside he could not see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You already have what you need! Be happy, proud, truthful, honest and loving... and you will always find what you are looking for! And besides I am just a shadow... You know where to find my real self again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Still in the door, the other man let one tear fall, but he was not sad! Insted of one gift he had received two gifts... and none of them could be measured. He looked up to the sky to see it blue, for the first time in months, the sun was shinning... and shadows... oh shadows were all over the place! He smiled and said "thank you!" And then went inside again where the young and the old were waiting to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-1309430736310615921?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/1309430736310615921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1309430736310615921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1309430736310615921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/shadow.html' title='Shadow'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7523808719844323771</id><published>2009-11-04T16:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:05:40.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was there to see the Jelling Stones (rune stones)... They are beautiful and impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvGWU41UBoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Vc0O9oqxaIo/s1600-h/IMG_2466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvGWU41UBoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Vc0O9oqxaIo/s640/IMG_2466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Jelling, October 2009 by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I was drawn to the tree behind... beautiful spirit tree!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvGWnOq926I/AAAAAAAAAmE/vmCyWNp4xQ8/s1600-h/IMG_2471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvGWnOq926I/AAAAAAAAAmE/vmCyWNp4xQ8/s640/IMG_2471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Jelling, October 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7523808719844323771?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7523808719844323771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7523808719844323771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7523808719844323771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/tree.html' title='Tree'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SvGWU41UBoI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Vc0O9oqxaIo/s72-c/IMG_2466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4579195493266089261</id><published>2009-11-02T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:09:28.945+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>Today, after some conversations about how others influence our life and how we would like that someone would react or act differently, I end up thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others cannot change ourselves as much as each one of us cannot change others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny is, we like to act as Gods, trying with everything that we can remember change others, with talks, arguing, acts, options, etc. But when someone tries to do that with ourselves we just came up with a: "woa, back off!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So, what give us the right to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wise said this to me: "The world around us will change when each one of us changes! But... But it has to start with the self!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be someone role model, but that is it. It is up to each one of us the change. Until we accept that... well, that it is the greatest growing... accept others as they are, and if we love them that much, give them the space and time to feel it themselves, and not push them when they are not ready to change yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me a butterfly... She only comes out when she is ready to live it! And then... It is gracious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4579195493266089261?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4579195493266089261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4579195493266089261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4579195493266089261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7560759281484147734</id><published>2009-11-01T09:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:05:49.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Happy celebrations!</title><content type='html'>Happy celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of many&lt;br /&gt;Today is another beggining&lt;br /&gt;the wheel is turning once more&lt;br /&gt;our hearts are high in expectation&lt;br /&gt;The road ahead of us it is not clear&lt;br /&gt;stand up, heads up and walk high&lt;br /&gt;keep going to the light of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;and smile to the start of a new day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7560759281484147734?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7560759281484147734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7560759281484147734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7560759281484147734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-celebrations.html' title='Happy celebrations!'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7663471374547535232</id><published>2009-10-31T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:45:12.825+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Remembering in Samuhinn</title><content type='html'>Green pastures lost in sight&lt;br /&gt;Blue sky with no end&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are in the mist of the horizon&lt;br /&gt;And I? Just stayed there...&lt;br /&gt;Looking for and not finding&lt;br /&gt;And waited... waited...&lt;br /&gt;Until he came, and sat...&lt;br /&gt;So much love, so much promise&lt;br /&gt;One look said it all&lt;br /&gt;No words were necessary&lt;br /&gt;My breath was lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;A moment that would last forever&lt;br /&gt;All around us was a prayer&lt;br /&gt;A prayer of love and hope&lt;br /&gt;A prayer of sorrow and remembrance&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and took a long breath&lt;br /&gt;When I opened them I was lost...&lt;br /&gt;The pastures were dry&lt;br /&gt;The sky was dark&lt;br /&gt;The clouds were tormented&lt;br /&gt;And you... you were gone...&lt;br /&gt;I stayed there remembering&lt;br /&gt;What one day was and will not ever be&lt;br /&gt;And still I feel you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;When I am awake you follow me&lt;br /&gt;I hear you in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;You are my torment and my salvation&lt;br /&gt;Without you I am half&lt;br /&gt;With you I am insane&lt;br /&gt;I should let you go&lt;br /&gt;But the world without your whisper&lt;br /&gt;Is an unimaginable pain...&lt;br /&gt;And here I am again...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come...&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear when they say&lt;br /&gt;That you were gone long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;To never return again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7663471374547535232?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7663471374547535232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-in-samuhinn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7663471374547535232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7663471374547535232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/remembering-in-samuhinn.html' title='Remembering in Samuhinn'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4143161867907017418</id><published>2009-10-30T19:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:44:46.968+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Halloween/Samhuinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Halloween/ Samhuinn is coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Susw95siQ1I/AAAAAAAAAls/NpIMQMPgneo/s1600-h/IMG_2452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Susw95siQ1I/AAAAAAAAAls/NpIMQMPgneo/s320/IMG_2452.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uau... many are the celebrations for this time of the year! A beautiful and wonderful time of&amp;nbsp; the year! People go out to the streets to celebrate! Celebrate what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;From October 31st until November 2nd, the doors to the otherworld are open! Which means that whatever belief you may have, it is time to celebrate life and death. We all join in prayers for the ones that are not in this physical world anymore. With this time there is a hope of been together again with our loved in the form of celebrations and prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;October 31th is the All-Hallows Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;November 1st is the All-Saints Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;November 2nd is the All Souls Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These three days are an important mark in our history traditions as human beings. It is also said that it is the end of a year to a new year, a time of transition, because it marks the end of summer and the beginning of winter, the end of harvests. The days will begin to be shorter, as we stay more in the warm of our houses than outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let us celebrate life and death. Let us say our last year goodbye to summer and welcome winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What can we do then? Besides the streets costumes and celebrations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Have a family gathering and realize and appreciate what your family is to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Throw away what you think you will not use anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Dance like if no one was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Cook something different and new to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Be creative and try to feel what would you like to do differently from what you already do. Just do it!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN/ SAMHUINN!!!&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/4295693501546454232-4143161867907017418?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4143161867907017418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweensamhuinn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4143161867907017418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4143161867907017418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweensamhuinn.html' title='Halloween/Samhuinn'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Susw95siQ1I/AAAAAAAAAls/NpIMQMPgneo/s72-c/IMG_2452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7680867683491044095</id><published>2009-10-29T19:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:06:13.114+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is in little things that we are what we are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is in actions that we show ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is in words and actions that we change situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It is in ideas that we develop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But it is in loving, caring and giving that we change lifes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7680867683491044095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is.html' title='It is...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7756225601018359396</id><published>2009-10-28T21:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:33:11.886+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In memorial'/><title type='text'>I hear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the anguish cry of an eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a cry full of pain and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a powerfull farewell to the one she loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the strong hoofs of a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he runs without fear and destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;courage and freedom he will seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the magical song of a whale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;deep down in the caverns of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;where truth and magic will be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear a seal sing about love and beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a world untouched by cruelty and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a lost promisse to a hungry heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the call of a blackbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;who lives in the gateway to the otherworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;an enchanted life to be dreamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear the awareness of an owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;who is the guardian of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;longing to share wisdom and vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hear their unanswered prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to a world lost in faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to a world that forgot how to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In memorial... of a soul who heard...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7756225601018359396?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7756225601018359396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7756225601018359396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7756225601018359396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hear.html' title='I hear...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6757663566746742353</id><published>2009-10-27T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:32:46.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>A Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Suc9XR_xE1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/U3dnU7VdWUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Suc9XR_xE1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/U3dnU7VdWUQ/s640/IMG_0904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Himmelbjerg, April 2009 by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6757663566746742353?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6757663566746742353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/promisse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6757663566746742353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6757663566746742353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/promisse.html' title='A Promise'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/Suc9XR_xE1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/U3dnU7VdWUQ/s72-c/IMG_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5897581110404586506</id><published>2009-10-26T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:46:02.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>Shadows... and Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There I was, in the middle of a forest... It was dark, the sky was full of stars and the moon was light and full.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My breath was fast, my eyes wanted to pop up from my face and tears started to fall... You see, I am afraid of the dark, and there I was, in the middle of a forest that I did not know, with all the noises... Noises that I love from the day time and were different now, as if the forest was more alive, more alert and chasing after me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ran... Where to go? I had no idea... I did not even remember how I get there... I just wanted to find something or someone that could help me or guide me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ran and kept running, but there was nowhere to go... as far I could tell maybe I was going into the heart of the forest instead of finding a way out... But I just ran... and ran... Until I stopped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could not run anymore, my heart was poundering and my breath was hard and heavy. Tears kept going... In that moment I could not do more... and tears seemed to calm me down... I took control of my breath, slow and rythmic...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then... after I do not know how long I oppened my eyes and looked around...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was on my knees... My clothes were ruined with the run and the brambles... My arm was hurting, maybe I hit it while I ran... but I did not remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As I looked, shapes started to come to my mind... shadows that moved at the same ritm as my heart... These shadows were hidding in the trees, behind big rocks... where was I? How to find my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You already found it..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I turned to the sound... where? who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Who is there?" I was scared... That is why I always take a light with me... Why could not I find the light? There were sounds... someone was moving... I was not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"WHO IS THERE?" I could not control it... I was in hysteria... The trees were coming close now... or were the shadows? I felt dizzy... I let myself down... If they come they would... There was nothing that I could do now... I could not run, they would come after me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"You should not be scared... we do not want you harmed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Who is there???" Silence again... but I kept asking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Who is there?" More silence, except sounds of someone or something moving... "please..." I was so tired and scared...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I let me cuddle and wrap myself in fetus position... I could do no more... My eyes started to close against my will... sounds I heard and my eyes popped oppen again... Until the tiredness took over me... before I went to sleep I just realized how quiet the forest was... the sounds that I thought terrifying were only the sounds of the trees and the wind... I kept hearing the other sound, of someone there, and it was coming close, but I did not open my eyes... If I could not see it would not be real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That it is what I thought, but even with my eyes closed I saw him coming... I saw him looking at me... those yellow bright eyes, fixed in mine... they had a question but I did not want to understand it... until I was forced to... and all that was built inside me, all that I had learn, was destroyed with that look... a look that I could not let go... and I felt him again... when he layed down next to me, with his warm body... I was cold... the warm was welcome, but even next to me he was far... I could feel him but we were not touching... I took a deep breath and went against his body... only then I let myself open my eyes... He was beautifull... The exaustion took over me and I soon fell asleep... With the warm body in this cold night next to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I woke up in the early morning, the sun had rise not long before... I was still warm... and I was still in the forest... but when I got up I saw no sign of the phanter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5897581110404586506?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5897581110404586506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadows-and-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5897581110404586506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5897581110404586506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/shadows-and-light.html' title='Shadows... and Light'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-933338995927477810</id><published>2009-10-25T01:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:21:26.089+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I have two dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SuOAJ2zLPxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wwlbV3VAx20/s1600-h/IMG_1922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SuOAJ2zLPxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wwlbV3VAx20/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have two dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usual of a person to imagine how her life will be, or at least how she would like it to be. We have many and many dreams... It is healthy, it is what makes us real... How would it be if we lived without dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are an area still unknown to us. It is our subconsious? It is what it will happen some day, like a predition? Something that we are crossing in our live but we dream it as with another meaning? Warnings?&amp;nbsp; Something that already happened that we expected that would end in other way?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that all the above are possible and true... Proofs? I do not have them...&lt;br /&gt;The best thing these days is that you can believe in whatever you want if that makes you happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going back to the dreams... I have two dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we try to see how our life will be in the next 5 minutes, 30 minutes, 4 hours, 30 days, 6 months, 5 years, 15 years and so on. And in all this time we imagine/dream about it in several contexts such as family, love, work, friendships or relationships related.&lt;br /&gt;The point is, our head is allways ahed of what we are doing, trying to predict the outcome of our actions and choices. It was the right choice? Maybe if I had done the other way I would not have lost the bus. Or if I had arrived to work later I would not get the promotion. If I had waited more five minutes I would have reach him. And so on...&lt;br /&gt;In our life we use many times the word IF... IF this... If that... If... It can be an excuse, or a way to run from the reality of circunstances, or just the curiosity of another choice or action. The thing is... IF is an important word, it help us to construct realities and options. It can also destroy us... We walk in a thin line with the IF... and we could stay here hours debating about it and never end with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again... I am runing from the dream... I have two dreams...&lt;br /&gt;It is really great when we dream about something that turn our world upside down, in a good way... when we wake up we feel like if we were the king of the world, and we have this smile on our faces hard to take.&lt;br /&gt;And them we have these dreams that are scary, sad or just unconfortable... they really reach our ego, ideas or feelings. They can crash our head in a way that we do not do anything productive besides thinking about it and what did it meant... These ones are hard to chue...&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wonder again, what if... and here we have an if again... but, what if our daily moods are also based with what we dream? It is proved that we dream during an entire night, and most of the time we do not remember any of it. But what we know is if we have a good dream we wake up in a good mood, and if we have a bad dream we wake up in a terrible mood...&lt;br /&gt;But we do not remember our dreams, it is wise to idealize that if we wake up in a good mood we had a good dream and if we had a bod dream we wake up in a bad mood?&lt;br /&gt;So... here is also something to think about... Makes sense in a way... In the other hand it is completly crazy and with no sense at all... But it is just a thought, just an idea, among many others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Ah right... I have two dreams...&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense in a way... supposedly the sleep is a process of rest, where our subconscious takes over our conscious... our body recovers... what we have learnt during the day will be processed... so on... so why do we wake up with moods? Are actually dreams the cause of it? Of course are not just dreams, but maybe they may be part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am out of place again... I have two dreams...&lt;br /&gt;And I do not know which one to follow...&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to decide... Is it possible that I could follow them both? Will the outcome be that different? Will I scatter all?&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst situation... When we have a future IF... If I choose one way... And if I choose the other way... But if I choose one the other will or will not... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was saying... I have two dreams...&lt;br /&gt;Do not have we all???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-933338995927477810?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/933338995927477810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-two-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/933338995927477810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/933338995927477810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-two-dreams.html' title='I have two dreams...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/SuOAJ2zLPxI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wwlbV3VAx20/s72-c/IMG_1922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5726572745328398694</id><published>2009-10-24T20:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:05:13.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Planet Earth</title><content type='html'>This video was taken from the following website: http://www.thesecret.tv/planet-earth/&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Watch it, enjoy it, feel it and be aware of your inner reactions and changes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you experience Planet Earth, the positive vibration of your energy will emanate out like a stone thrown into water, touching our planet and every living thing on it. As you rise higher, you take the world with you. From The Secret to you, here is Planet Earth - our home.&lt;br /&gt;The magnificent music was composed and graciously gifted for this clip by composer Jo Blankenburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_urxI9L5Ak&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xb39175&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&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 src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_urxI9L5Ak&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xb39175&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Mother Earth matters... besides that, you are part of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5726572745328398694?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5726572745328398694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-video-was-taken-from-following.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5726572745328398694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5726572745328398694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-video-was-taken-from-following.html' title='Planet Earth'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5086880670967906918</id><published>2009-10-23T20:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:33:38.556+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In memorial'/><title type='text'>Returning Child</title><content type='html'>A son goes back to his mother womb&lt;br /&gt;there he is received with much clamor&lt;br /&gt;he is a beloved son returning home&lt;br /&gt;a home that will allways be for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are falling from the trees&lt;br /&gt;the winter is coming, with white cold &lt;br /&gt;great springs will follow with joy and colors&lt;br /&gt;and a summer light of eternal rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a tree when in the beggining&lt;br /&gt;will be the same in the forgetting shadow &lt;br /&gt;a history will remain in the pure hearts&lt;br /&gt;of those who stayed to remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug him, caress him, love him&lt;br /&gt;some day thy also will part&lt;br /&gt;and when thy arrive a blossom will come&lt;br /&gt;for the same circle again shall start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother earth so painfully suffers&lt;br /&gt;for every children that has to embrace&lt;br /&gt;for there thy will grow and learn to love&lt;br /&gt;until the day of a new clean rebirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her soil is the most pure of nectars and light&lt;br /&gt;her roots are the nutring spirit and love&lt;br /&gt;the trunk the strenght and will shall be&lt;br /&gt;when the beauty for the banches and leafs remains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In memorial... for those who crossed to summerland...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5086880670967906918?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5086880670967906918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/returning-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5086880670967906918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5086880670967906918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/returning-child.html' title='Returning Child'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-5948471755714258991</id><published>2009-10-22T17:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:51:32.162+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wise words?</title><content type='html'>It is in understanding others without critics and in true forgiveness others that we start to have a better relationship with ourselves... otherwise we live in a world of unmeasured confrontation and fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living like this is like being in a dark bubble... where you can &lt;i&gt;look&lt;/i&gt; but actually never &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone said to me... "Behaviour creates more behaviour..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can direct it to whatever we want: War creats more war; Rage creates more rage; Love creates more love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise words?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-5948471755714258991?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/5948471755714258991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/wise-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5948471755714258991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/5948471755714258991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/wise-words.html' title='Wise words?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4787807985378247931</id><published>2009-10-21T21:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:10:44.529+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A caress of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St9cC1612vI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fQCtrIK20bY/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St9cC1612vI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fQCtrIK20bY/s640/IMG_2343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Skagen, September 2009 by Mafalda Seguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in bare feet between seas of time I wonder... How many did the same? Did they felt like I am feeling? That mother earth is all around, protecting us in her womb, such a protector of their children... Many walked the same path, and even if we have distance of time with them, I believe that we were much a like... We all felt the same... in our bare feet... &lt;br /&gt;It is cold, my feet are frozen... but I keep walking, until I reach it! My destiny... It is such a happyness... there is an entire harmony between the elements, and I am there, in body and spirit, just giving and receiving...&lt;br /&gt;These times of wonder make me have hope... feel loved... belonged... The sun is shining, my feet are not cold anymore, my heart is full and all around me is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4787807985378247931?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4787807985378247931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/caress-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4787807985378247931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4787807985378247931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/caress-of-time.html' title='A caress of time'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St9cC1612vI/AAAAAAAAAlU/fQCtrIK20bY/s72-c/IMG_2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-2247572967741160572</id><published>2009-10-20T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:15:42.745+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, after I talked with several people and also because it happened with me, it was a bad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can we deal with something like this when we do not even realize it until it hits us? I know one thing... my experience, my way of dealing... There are many other ways and ideas. Get out of the bed, go to work, but you are not there... You are definitly not there... Your head is somewhere else, and your humor is not the best at the moment... Well sounds terrible... Actually it is terrible... But... there is allways a "but"... but raise yourself. Good advice, some can say, others will think that is not news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is the point, it is a good advice and it is news, because there are more people that do not know what to do to change and how, that we can imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is that a problem? It is... When you spend most of your time to yourself, sad and thinking that life is a mess! It is a mess, but a good mess if we can see it and take some advantage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, and I am talking by experience because lately my life is not been easy, at least in my head... Our heads... Uau... we could talk about it for long and long time, but in the end, there is only a simple thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most will do nothing, I have been there, done that... Others will react, also been there, done that... Some will stop and think what is wrong, and again, been there, done that... Few will try to see a patern... And here is when and where changes take place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is not a potion, not even a trick... Just try to get out of your body and see your life in that perspective... What are you doing? Is it good for you? What are your feelings? How did you end up there? And so on... Million of questions can be done... the point is: can you get an answer? Can you actually try to get out of your usually perspective and see it from another one? You do? Then you have your answer... that takes you to other question, an important one... "What can you do to change it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically it is simple... well... not exactly... It is not hard to see our life from another perspective. The hard thing is really identify what is wrong in it... And the hardest one is change it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well if we can actually identify what is wrong is already a good start... but not allways the solution is the easiest one! Sometimes the solution takes us to a road that we do not expect and that we do not know where it will lead us! And again... the solution is there... is up to us to take the chance of leaping! To really understand what can be done to achieve it... even if it take weeks, months or years, but there is a goal... "But it is already what we do... " some may say... is it really? Maybe I have been talking with few people then... or maybe talking with the wrong people... but who in these days is actually following their path, dreams, goals,... whatever you may call it? Or in a good life situation? Nothing is perfect... and depends on what changes we are questioning! So whatever it is that is not working, making you sad and depressed, making you feel that you are not worth it... Well... sorry to say this, but just wake up... Life is to short, and this setence is definitly a cliché... Is up to us to decide if we are living it or just surviving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is not easy... but what is? Especially if we are talking about our own lives... it is easy when we talk on the other ones lives... what I sugest here is look to your own life... Is it great? Good? More good than depressed? Depressed but good? Just depressed? Lost? Well... like I said before... it depends on what we are talking about, in which facet among so many facets of our life we are dealing here... But do you have the courage to identify and change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-2247572967741160572?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/2247572967741160572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2247572967741160572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/2247572967741160572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-changing.html' title='Life changing'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-4876085352792016918</id><published>2009-10-20T14:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:52:53.685+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Is it time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St9YeVz5h1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pBXB6ACjDEA/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St9YeVz5h1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pBXB6ACjDEA/s640/IMG_2259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in Doolin's Beach - The Burren - Ireland in 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to realize what one has in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to say goodbye to a beloved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to smile for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to go in an adventure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to live without measurement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to believe in second chances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;to move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;for a brother not turn is back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;for a father not say that he gives up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;for a mother not loose her child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;for the dreams become true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;for us to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;for the world look around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;the tides are turning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;the sun is shining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;the moon is lightning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;life moves on, without waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it time? If not now... then when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-4876085352792016918?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/4876085352792016918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4876085352792016918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/4876085352792016918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-it-time.html' title='Is it time?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St9YeVz5h1I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pBXB6ACjDEA/s72-c/IMG_2259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-7337927495624263301</id><published>2009-10-19T00:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:56:00.112+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book list for October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like talking about a friend... I mean, some friends, but my best friend, really best friend is nothing more than a &lt;b&gt;book&lt;/b&gt;, or books. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are these rare moments that we do not have anything to read, and it is like if life was miserable. at least for people who are used to read. For me it is, I have to take a book with me even when I go to a bar or similar. Of course my back is not healthy in the moment, but if I start to think about&amp;nbsp; it they never were, so I do not believe is my bag weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, basically I have a book with me to whatever I am doing or wherever I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought that it could be good to share some books readings here, maybe someone could be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My list for this month is big, I allways have three or four constant books in my bed table that I use to pick up and read just for research and then I have the other books that I choose to read during the month, some I read already, others are still waiting to be picked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Book List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The White Mare by &lt;i&gt;Jules Watson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dawn Stag by &lt;i&gt;Jules Watson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Heart's Blood by &lt;i&gt;Juliet Marillier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Chosen by a Horse by &lt;i&gt;Susan Richards&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If You Could See Me Now by &lt;i&gt;Cecelia Ahern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I read The White Mare, and I love it, it is really terrific, here is a&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;sypnosis taken from Jules Watson's website (http://www.juleswatson.com):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The White Mare is the first novel in an epic trilogy spanning three centuries, which vividly recreates Celtic Britain at the time of the Roman invasion: a land of visions and dreams, bloodshed and brutal death.&lt;br /&gt;AD 79 and Agricola, the ruthless governor of Roman Britain, is turning his attentions to the last unconquered territory in Britain - Alba, Scotland. Rhiann is a courageous and beautiful Scottish princess and priestess scarred by her violent past. Of noble blood, she faces what for her is the ultimate sacrifice - a forced marriage - to protect the freedom of her people.&lt;br /&gt;Eremon is an enigmatic Irish prince, an exile, who must seek an alliance elsewhere to regain his throne. Will he prove himself the man who can unite the squabbling Celtic tribes against the more ominous threat of Rome?&lt;br /&gt;With war and chaos looming for her people, Rhiann finds herself drawn into an unexpected journey of the spirit and heart, which will reveal the true purpose of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am currently reading The Dawn Stag, but I am taking some time with it, not because I do not like it, quite the opposite, the book is as good as the first one. A sypnose of the book, also taken from Jules Watson's website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;AD 81, Scotland. The prospect of a peaceful and free future for Alba is threatened as Agricola, the governor of Roman Britain, plans an invasion of the north.&lt;br /&gt;Rhiann is an Alban priestess and princess who submitted to a political marriage to Eremon, an exiled Irish prince. Out of duty, grew love - a powerful and desperate love that will bind them together through conflict and betrayal. Now in them lies the hope of a nation. For there is a new Emperor in Rome, Domitian, and he has commanded that Agricola crush the troublesome realm. Agricola's army is formidable - brilliantly armed and heavily supported. To the people of Alba it is a wall of steel and fire advancing across their homeland, bringing with it desolation.&lt;br /&gt;The predestined day draws near: the armies of Alba and Rome will meet in an epic battle to decide the fate of a country. Rhiann searches for guidance in the spirit world, little realizing how big a part she will play in this endgame.&lt;br /&gt;Eremon knows only that he must risk - and sacrifice - many lives, perhaps even his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered from Amazon, the last one by Juliet Marillier, and I am really excited to start reading soon, maybe I will receive it tuesday or wednesday, and I will not sleep until I read it until the end... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart's Blood sypnoses from Juliet Marillier's website (www.julietmarillier.com):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A haunted forest. A cursed castle. A girl running from her past and a man who’s more than he seems to be. A tale of love, betrayal and redemption…&lt;br /&gt;Whistling Tor is a place of secrets, a mysterious wooded hill housing the crumbling fortress of a chieftain whose name is spoken throughout the district in tones of revulsion and bitterness. A curse lies over Anluan’s family and his people; the woods hold a perilous force whose every whisper threatens doom.&lt;br /&gt;And yet the derelict fortress is a safe haven for Caitrin, the troubled young scribe who is fleeing her own demons. Despite Anluan’s tempers and the mysterious secrets housed in the dark corridors, this long-feared place provides the refuge she so desperately needs.&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, Caitrin learns there is more to the broken young man and his unusual household than she realised. It may be only through her love and determination that the curse can be lifted and Anluan and his people set free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now! Hope you may read one of these books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-7337927495624263301?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/7337927495624263301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-list-for-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7337927495624263301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/7337927495624263301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-list-for-october.html' title='Book list for October'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-1713415727146880591</id><published>2009-10-18T18:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:03:07.293+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What does...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even if we do not see beyond what our eyes can, it does not mean that nothing more exists...&lt;br /&gt;There is an entire world to be discovered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St206vSAmQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6VyFMofV0_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St206vSAmQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6VyFMofV0_Y/s640/IMG_1977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;This photo was taken in the Cliffs of Moher - Ireland 2009, by Mafalda Seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-1713415727146880591?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/1713415727146880591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-does.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1713415727146880591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1713415727146880591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-does.html' title='What does...?'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/St206vSAmQI/AAAAAAAAAk0/6VyFMofV0_Y/s72-c/IMG_1977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-6496398080112604423</id><published>2009-10-15T15:37:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:05:50.034+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Behind eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/StchGFDPweI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lD4QVWo_qlw/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/StchGFDPweI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lD4QVWo_qlw/s640/IMG_2143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Snowy Owl, taken by Mafalda Seguro, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What lies beneath a look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What lies beneath the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Probably just a owl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Some would see eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Others will see dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Misteries some will find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Otherworld lessons one will learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Two may find beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Or a triad may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Behind eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Another world is to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Will a wise man look inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Or a foolish may find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Behind eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Soul is the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Spirit would be an idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Body it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Behind eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorrow and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy and sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Life and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Behind eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe all was said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe nothing it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidden truth will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Behind eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mafalda Seguro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-6496398080112604423?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/6496398080112604423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-lies-beneath-look-what-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6496398080112604423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/6496398080112604423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-lies-beneath-look-what-lies.html' title='Behind eyes'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/StchGFDPweI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lD4QVWo_qlw/s72-c/IMG_2143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-1374386231227999755</id><published>2009-10-14T19:02:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:45:40.264+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><title type='text'>A basket with berries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A BASKET WITH BERRIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking in the forest in a foggy day. Despite foggy, the weather was pleasant, it was not too cold, and it was a good day for a walk. That forest touched me more than any other place. I began to walk along a river bank, and the colors ... ah the colors ... were wonderful, all kinds of green, yellow, brown, especially with the fall coming. The day was coming to an end, so the shadows were beginning to take over the place. Still, a few rays of sunlight could penetrate the clouds and when they touched the trees their involvement was magical and impressive. &lt;br /&gt;In the distance, every now and then, I heard a crow or other bird, that were preparing themselves for the night to come. Moreover I only listened to the waters of a small stream running into the sea or the trees been wrapped, as happy to receive the last rays of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;I felt protected there. It was my magical place, where I felt happy and welcomed when I needed to be alone. I knew the forest and I knew that I had not much more than half an hour to turn back and go home because the night would come soon. Then I stopped and sat by the creek, and just let me stay there contemplating the harmony of sounds that crisscrossed each other. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my daily routine and started thinking about what I would do in the next day. However the sounds began to take over me and slowly I could only perceive my own breath, just enjoying the moment. These were rare moments when I could finally feel grounded and feel what was surrounding me. I could even hear the drum beat of the earth, it was a magnificent sound. &lt;br /&gt;I was so focused on the drums when I heard someone singing. I turned myself to the sound a little upset because it broke my concentration, but did not see anyone. I continued to hear the sound but saw no one where the sound was supposed to come from. The sound became louder as if it was just a few steps away from me, but when I looked I only saw brambles and blackberries, which hugged a tree who fell towards the creek. &lt;br /&gt;Gradually, over the sound of someone singing, I heard sounds coming from the brambles, as if some animal was there. I approached the brambles so the animal would go away and I could continue listening to the sound of that clear voice. A song That was taking me to the center of myself, as if it was awakening something primitive in me. &lt;br /&gt;As I approached, I heard a scream, when I looked in the direction of my feet I saw a little being in a shape of a man with his hands on his mouth. He looked like a gnome. The berries that he had been catching were now scattered in the middle of the floor. I lowered myself stunned, not knowing if I was having a daydream or if I was having any kind of vision. I touched the little basket that had fallen.&amp;nbsp; It looked like a toy basket because it was really small. However, it looked like it was manufactured by the best craftsman. The gnome was scared as I was picking the blackberries back to the basket. When I finished, I pointed him the basket:&lt;br /&gt;"There you go!" &lt;br /&gt;Slowly he took his hands from his mouth and held out his arms to the side with the palms facing in my direction, his expression was still dazed. &lt;br /&gt;"You can see me? How?" &lt;br /&gt;I smile at him and said: &lt;br /&gt;"Probably you are part of my dream… If so, I do not want to wake up so quickly! There is a long time since I saw someone like you" &lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen more like me? How? When" He really looked surprised. &lt;br /&gt;"I did… A long time ago… I was younger.&amp;nbsp; The last time I was 10 years old… I thought it was a dream, or just my imagination, but why am I seeing you now" &lt;br /&gt;"I cannot talk to you! It is forbidden… we cannot show ourselves, and normally you do not see us anyway" &lt;br /&gt;"So this is not a dream?"&lt;br /&gt;"No… Yes… I have to go before I say something that I should not! I do not know what can be said or not, this has never happened… at least the last time was many years ago, long before my grandfather was born… it is just a story… ops… I have to go" &lt;br /&gt;And he began to move away. &lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Do not go, please! Why is it forbidden? What is your name" And he stopped, pondering... after some moments he answered. &lt;br /&gt;"If I tell you my name, I will be linked to you! That means that you will know everything about me... about yourself... but I am not allow to do so, because you are not prepared yet! We normally speak and appear to children yes… but never to an adult" &lt;br /&gt;"But why? I was suspicious that you existed… but I stopped seeing you… You have never played with me anymore" I felt like a child asking my best friend why he did not want to play with me anymore... but images from the past were rushing in my head!&lt;br /&gt;"No… we did not stop playing with you… you just forgot about us, that we existed! You grew up and with that all your openess and purity slowly became weak until they disappear. Then you only believed in what was in front of your eyes and not what it was already part of you… you just forgot…" &lt;br /&gt;"So… Why can I see you now" &lt;br /&gt;"I do not know! Maybe you want to remember... I cannot explain it… I have to go now… I said already more than I should have!" &lt;br /&gt;He grabbed the basket and ran away from me. I stopped seeing him soon he went into the bushes and, soon after, I stopped hearing him also. When I looked around it was night. I had to go home… and so it was. I turned away from the stream, but first I thanked for this small gift. Was it a dream, a vision or reality, it had awakened something inside me, which I thought I had lost long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;From that day my life started to change, little things. I stopped been so depressed and really began having a different relationship with my children. I allowed myself to let them show me how it was to be a child again. I never saw the gnome again, even going every week to the forest since that day now. My kids go with me now, and I am teaching them some things that I thought I had forgotten, how I liked to create stories. I taught them also how to observe and respect what was around them, such as trees, animals, the creek, the course of life and how everything is part of us, that all is connected. I also told them that we have to try not to forget, since we tend to do it, to forget this little and important aspects of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;I did not tell them about the gnome, there was no need, and probably they would not believe me anyway. Two years after I saw him, my life was completely different. I was working on something that I liked and believed: writing.&amp;nbsp; My relationship with my family improved by the day, especially with my kids, who, before,&amp;nbsp; only saw me once a week, as I always arrived home after they go to bed and because of that I hardly knew them. I started to look at myself&amp;nbsp; and slowly I rediscovered who I was and what I should really appreciate. &lt;br /&gt;Last week I was on my way home, from a walk in the forest, with my children and my youngest touches my shoulder. I looked at him from the rearview mirror; he smiles at me and says: &lt;br /&gt;"Father… Ruhin asked me to tell you that you already know! He said that you would understand this when you hear it… What does that mean?" &lt;br /&gt;My eyes were filled with tears and I let one out and run through my face… I did not answer my son, it was a rhetorical question. And even if it was not, he would understand it one day… but not today! Today was a day that I was touched. What I did not realize until then was that I was touched two years ago, but only now I could understand the whole of that day. I knew that name already. I just did not want to remember it… I did not want to remember who I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work is licenced under a &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/dk/" rel="license"&gt;Creative Commons Licence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-1374386231227999755?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/1374386231227999755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-story-basket-with-blueberries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1374386231227999755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/1374386231227999755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-story-basket-with-blueberries.html' title='A basket with berries'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-3720073362258974382</id><published>2009-10-13T16:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:05:34.459+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>In a Raining Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/StSIxkJ2JWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nLQnSOIVjoE/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/StSIxkJ2JWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nLQnSOIVjoE/s640/IMG_1718.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ginkgo Biloba, taken by Mafalda Seguro, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-3720073362258974382?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/3720073362258974382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/ginkgo-biloba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3720073362258974382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/3720073362258974382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/ginkgo-biloba.html' title='In a Raining Day'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/StSIxkJ2JWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/nLQnSOIVjoE/s72-c/IMG_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295693501546454232.post-9029987666669248589</id><published>2009-10-13T13:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:36:35.112+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what is it expected of me to write in here! I know for sure, that will be thoughs, pictures, ideas, and more. But why is that relevant for others? I am not sure about that either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is beautiful and misterious in many ways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, when someone in a conversation says this, we can see a lot of people rolling their eyes, others smile,others just nod, others are stuck in some kind of thoughs, others say something to break the ice of a conversation that no one wants to have and others just do not care about what was said. In a certain way people are afraid to say what they care and value about life. Not about travelling, not about having a car or a house, or even been promoted, not about material things. But actually realize what are next to them, in the form of love for and/or of other people, friendship, happyness, sadness, basically feelings. Did anyone stopped once in a while just to think about this? Or just roll their eyes? It is just a phrase? But even words mean something, and even words bring something to life inside of us when we hear them.. What do you actually feel when you hear this? It is just a phrase, thought, belief, lie, way of live.. it has different meanings for many people! And the true one lies in each one of us! In the end everyone stops to think about this meaningful words, but then.. why do we tend to run or avoid feelings?&lt;br /&gt;Are people afraid of feelings, did we became robots to the point that certain words or acts are seen as out of normal. What is it normal? What is not?&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful and misterious in many ways... What can help you may be just at one hand next to you.. in the form of another person, a walk in the park, cuddling an animal, give another opportunity to someone or situation, take a risk, face fears, and we could go on and on.. What is it thak is stucking you? What can you do so you can say with true meaning that life is beautiful and misterious in many ways?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4295693501546454232-9029987666669248589?l=wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/feeds/9029987666669248589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/9029987666669248589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4295693501546454232/posts/default/9029987666669248589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsinthewind81.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Mafalda Seguro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01156671452025398174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6IZt-910jAo/S5f_joRPLTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Qe7cCwFzlp4/S220/IMG_2581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
