tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24532974482665389592024-03-14T13:47:22.324+00:00Seekin' the Cause"...he died seekin the Cause,
he died seekin a Cause,
he died,
deaf,
dumb,
&
blind,
he died,
& never found his Cause
because
you see, he never never
knew that he... was the...
Cause." Miguel PineroAlessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-50285928837878999402011-12-31T22:12:00.002+00:002011-12-31T22:15:33.777+00:00A Great 2012 for All!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8wXcRqd-kY/Tv-InRU7m3I/AAAAAAAAANw/x_MrAEoHvNk/s1600/neyyear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8wXcRqd-kY/Tv-InRU7m3I/AAAAAAAAANw/x_MrAEoHvNk/s400/neyyear.jpg" width="298" /></a></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-84710494367021900582011-03-01T12:19:00.000+00:002011-03-01T12:19:28.991+00:00"It always seems impossible until its done." - Nelson Mandela<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/gf3R_6KDf00/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gf3R_6KDf00&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gf3R_6KDf00&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-86799254433617493332011-01-22T01:08:00.000+00:002011-01-22T01:08:54.609+00:00Everyone is no one<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-h77OlQCKCiLMHBQ4hOIg0bxaWgbmWXQhL9eu3beCyO8qVgRJk8iIyPwa8-XSdNCPDi8X9CdjLAl-NiFuX2VEwXeKCQsSrYMy4OsKFQYzUqcBlgc9-EmsMtu4EgbdO1yHatFk3Rcpwo/s1600/tumblr_ldhfiyORby1qet3m8o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-h77OlQCKCiLMHBQ4hOIg0bxaWgbmWXQhL9eu3beCyO8qVgRJk8iIyPwa8-XSdNCPDi8X9CdjLAl-NiFuX2VEwXeKCQsSrYMy4OsKFQYzUqcBlgc9-EmsMtu4EgbdO1yHatFk3Rcpwo/s320/tumblr_ldhfiyORby1qet3m8o1_400.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone is a storyteller,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but most have nothing to tell.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone is a dream seller,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but most have nothing to sell.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone is a well of wisdom,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but most wells were meant to run dry.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone has their own magic spell,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But most tricks still lack their why.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div></div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-27666762108073006122010-09-05T04:05:00.000+01:002010-09-05T04:05:17.626+01:00Same old, same old...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveUFuBizKHMUudmsEJj-fa7fzb9ED4q_diqMAknsrdsLAl0f1HbCoq3cKYyDLFcNlWywhu2hr5m2YylJJVhIWDw5OtQzs7nTyqcUQnxjmcWe7s5N8oZAL3wR7BT2Uhxao54j_AC_6jeY/s1600/Colors-of-the-Heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveUFuBizKHMUudmsEJj-fa7fzb9ED4q_diqMAknsrdsLAl0f1HbCoq3cKYyDLFcNlWywhu2hr5m2YylJJVhIWDw5OtQzs7nTyqcUQnxjmcWe7s5N8oZAL3wR7BT2Uhxao54j_AC_6jeY/s320/Colors-of-the-Heart.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Always that same old story,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but we just don’t seem to learn:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That failure is often a path to glory,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">when we ignore the point of no return.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Always that same old speech,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but we just don’t seem to remember:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That righteousness we cannot teach,<br />
to those who compromise or surrender…</span><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Always that same old, same old</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but its time that same old becomes new.<br />
Some of our gambles we must fold,<br />
And some of our dreams we won’t see through.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Image by Walfrido Garcia</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.shafferfineart.com/The_Art_of_Walfrido.htm"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.shafferfineart.com/The_Art_of_Walfrido.htm</span></a></div></div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-40551424178635928652010-08-16T15:34:00.000+01:002010-08-16T15:34:29.498+01:00An Angel<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30hDYjlXrw16SIe76r4urFW9cDTAOxyiBW7nMTdFe8S2nD0Npp3Y1Ebm9V3VCq3xNa8H3kfuAsWcLxsI55KB7mzh0Aw9DB4UATRQa4ZPRfFsrtN_T-AbmECdV2ol0Aubx7s6OMSlf9Kg/s1600/heaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30hDYjlXrw16SIe76r4urFW9cDTAOxyiBW7nMTdFe8S2nD0Npp3Y1Ebm9V3VCq3xNa8H3kfuAsWcLxsI55KB7mzh0Aw9DB4UATRQa4ZPRfFsrtN_T-AbmECdV2ol0Aubx7s6OMSlf9Kg/s320/heaven.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She walks within the humble dust,<br />
yet she was born amid the clouds.<br />
And while life has shattered all her trust,</div><div style="text-align: center;">she still brings smiles upon the crowds.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She takes our old and makes it new,</div><div style="text-align: center;">for all of those who have no name.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And since angels such as her are few,</div><div style="text-align: center;">we must thank God that this one came.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She opens up and shares her heart,</div><div style="text-align: center;">with all of those who need a hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And while most people pass and part,</div><div style="text-align: center;">she stops to help the nameless stand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Image by chitrasudar </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chitrasudar/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/chitrasudar/</a> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-11995017524369757712010-07-11T03:04:00.001+01:002010-07-11T12:08:36.092+01:00Hide & Seek<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HByZG6bauQNqtNV33N8G6csqmIHxIYG0kprztR66nGrVyD0i8_DLyGq29Swu-8gFxkxFwG7RI3E4CSn19Izb7heWAgLnLAeKZfUqUHj8-Su4L96zcIGtasNMHr_bkJcaKbCxqURqs2o/s1600/door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HByZG6bauQNqtNV33N8G6csqmIHxIYG0kprztR66nGrVyD0i8_DLyGq29Swu-8gFxkxFwG7RI3E4CSn19Izb7heWAgLnLAeKZfUqUHj8-Su4L96zcIGtasNMHr_bkJcaKbCxqURqs2o/s320/door.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you hit walls, seek the door...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Find your peace in times of war.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you lose faith, seek the way…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Find your path, don’t go astray.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you are in love, seek the bliss…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Find your comfort in a simple kiss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you are prepared, seek the cause…</div><div style="text-align: center;">Find your strengths and accept all flaws.</div><br />
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Image by kwerfeldein <br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kwerfeldein/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/kwerfeldein/</a>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-55943468024178653382010-02-08T00:50:00.001+00:002010-02-08T18:30:04.160+00:00Beautiful Stranger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7wYHu-HC-uJKduGnXjHHmin7OIBx1U5L9wfSG-py3z97ctLfjszvnIYDcaQJ7QHJQh5bOkXU64JfxMQ8TI7fqmNYWSPPKqTvR9psOKPm5Rli8VCLcLSp8HW3eQ9DJqMAjpbMX1Mh3Sw/s1600-h/Beautiful+Stranger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7wYHu-HC-uJKduGnXjHHmin7OIBx1U5L9wfSG-py3z97ctLfjszvnIYDcaQJ7QHJQh5bOkXU64JfxMQ8TI7fqmNYWSPPKqTvR9psOKPm5Rli8VCLcLSp8HW3eQ9DJqMAjpbMX1Mh3Sw/s320/Beautiful+Stranger.jpg" /></span></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The face of an angel that has given up hope,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she no longer listens and forgot how to cope.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That beautiful stranger that I used to see,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">she is lost in herself and forsaken her plea.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wish I could find her and stretch out my hand.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whisper those words that would help her to stand.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But wishes and dreams don’t often come true:</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So beautiful stranger… I’ll leave that to you.</span></div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-70377076325842453542010-02-02T13:42:00.004+00:002010-02-08T00:48:17.857+00:00And the World for All<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKi-lWEm1io0xwvQPWJDxB2ppGEMKm4iwWirhmC33a6W-meeYvJUMJTc-8NPe5rY_YV8KGzQL4Mn0kd1ela_38Jn2l2oOl5jNvipjE_zAq_AKUwONwfnLJmM7xoKi4YkL3lpSNmI22dc/s1600-h/World.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKi-lWEm1io0xwvQPWJDxB2ppGEMKm4iwWirhmC33a6W-meeYvJUMJTc-8NPe5rY_YV8KGzQL4Mn0kd1ela_38Jn2l2oOl5jNvipjE_zAq_AKUwONwfnLJmM7xoKi4YkL3lpSNmI22dc/s320/World.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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During a recent panel discussion in the United States, I was asked what I thought about the idea of internationalizing the Amazon Rain Forest. The young man who asked this question began by saying that he wanted me to answer as a humanist and not as a Brazilian. This was the first time that anyone has ever stipulated a humanistic perspective as the point of departure when asking me a question.<br />
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In point of fact, as a Brazilian I would always argue against the internationalization of the Amazon Rain Forest. Even though our government has not given this patrimony the care that it deserves, it is ours.<br />
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I replied that, as a humanist who fears the risks posed by the environmental degradation that the Amazon is suffering, I could imagine its internationalization, just as I could imagine the internationalization of everything else of importance to humanity.<br />
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If, from a humanist perspective, the Amazon must be internationalized, we should also internationalize the entire world's petroleum reserves. Oil is just as important for the well being of humanity as the Amazon is for our future. The owners of the reserves, however, feel that they have the right to increase or decrease the amount of oil production, as well as to increase or lower the price per barrel. The rich of the world feel that they have the right to burn up this immense patrimony of humanity.<br />
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In much the same way, the wealthy countries' financial capital should be internationalized. Since the Amazon Rain Forest is a reserve for all human beings, an owner or a country must not be allowed to burn it up. <br />
The burning of the Amazon is as serious a problem as the unemployment caused by the arbitrary decisions made by global speculators. We cannot permit the use of financial reserves to burn up entire countries in the frenzy of speculation.<br />
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Before we internationalize the Amazon, I would like to see the internationalization of all the world's great museums. The Louvre should not belong merely to France.The world's museums are guardians of the most beautiful pieces of art produced by the human genius. We cannot let this cultural patrimony, like the natural patrimony of the Amazon, be manipulated and destroyed by the whims of an owner or a country. <br />
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A short time ago a Japanese millionaire decided to be buried with a painting by a great artist. Before this could happen, that painting should have been internationalized.<br />
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While I was at the meeting during which I was asked about internationalizing the Amazon Rain Forest, the United Nations convened the Millennium Summit, but some presidents of countries had difficulties in attending due to U.S. border-crossing constraints. Because of this, I said that New York, as the headquarters of the United Nations, should have been internationalized. The city, or at least Manhattan, should belong to all humanity. As should Paris, Venice, Rome, London, Rio de Janeiro, Brasília, Recife - each city, with its unique beauty, its history of the world, should belong to the entire world.<br />
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If, to minimize the risk of leaving it in the hands of Brazilians, the United States wants to internationalize the Amazon Rain Forest, we should internationalize the United States' nuclear arsenals. If only because the country has already demonstrated that it is capable of using these arms, causing destruction thousands of times greater than the deplorable burnings done in the forests of Brazil.<br />
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In their debates, the United States presidential candidates have defended the idea of internationalizing the world's forest reserves in exchange for debt relief. We should begin by using this debt to guarantee that each child in the world has the opportunity to go to school. <br />
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We should internationalize the children, treating them, all of them, no matter their country of birth, as patrimony that deserves to be cared for by the entire world. Even more than the Amazon deserves to be cared for.<br />
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When the world's leaders begin to treat the poor children of the world as a patrimony of humanity, they will not let children work when they should be studying, die when they should be living. <br />
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As a humanist, I agree to defend the internationalization of the world. But, as long as the world treats me as a Brazilian, I will fight for the Amazon Rain Forest to remain ours. Ours alone. <br />
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Text by Cristovam Buarque<br />
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Photograph by Moonman82<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/25830962@N06/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/25830962@N06/</a>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-13949839372764842262010-01-14T04:40:00.000+00:002010-01-14T04:40:48.154+00:00No Regrets...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYYHp02iHimzrhhi1I0gAhAexPzPQ6UgMwjJlzl_E-rUg1QzIbhaeNm-WiTrZAhYoJBfMTLTD0eKO80X-JY8raZ4ZaAe-H9JKNEnznSd3F4yv6yh-i_jr41F1FVK7d5yLCcu14FbxmxQ/s1600-h/LEap+of+faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixYYHp02iHimzrhhi1I0gAhAexPzPQ6UgMwjJlzl_E-rUg1QzIbhaeNm-WiTrZAhYoJBfMTLTD0eKO80X-JY8raZ4ZaAe-H9JKNEnznSd3F4yv6yh-i_jr41F1FVK7d5yLCcu14FbxmxQ/s320/LEap+of+faith.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I came across this text on the internet and thought it would make a good first post for this new year: 2010.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>10th Grade</u> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>11th grade</u> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Senior year</u> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Graduation Day</u> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>A Few Years Later</u> </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Funeral</u></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to myself, and I cried.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>My point?</strong> </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More often than not, we choose to ignore our natural instincts: we don’t do because it’s “wrong” or we don’t say because it’s embarrassing or we don’t feel because it hurts...</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The truth is that sometimes we just have to take that “leap of faith” – so when you find that person that makes your words sound a little slower, your eyes shine a little brighter and your heart beat a little faster, do, say and feel every single moment to the fullest... </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because in the end these moments are all you ever really had.</span><br />
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</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-91885333385778067242009-10-27T19:22:00.000+00:002009-10-27T19:22:41.722+00:00Dance like no one's watching...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tr1BWyuMuyQTLuACw1mXOGZ_QIyqHe84DVfymUgv_LOIQWsPXM1g0b6my5Lf5LXNKXypRH3qgwBFEVgk550Jn25ZZY8O-F3l3sDeW7nFH-uw6WX0vembHi-ddzCOQYfq_ruN-WR_Dso/s1600-h/Dance+like+no+one%27s+watching.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tr1BWyuMuyQTLuACw1mXOGZ_QIyqHe84DVfymUgv_LOIQWsPXM1g0b6my5Lf5LXNKXypRH3qgwBFEVgk550Jn25ZZY8O-F3l3sDeW7nFH-uw6WX0vembHi-ddzCOQYfq_ruN-WR_Dso/s320/Dance+like+no+one%27s+watching.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we will be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that we have teen-agers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The truth is:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>There is no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Your life will always be filled with challenges. It is best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D'Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special; special enough to spend your time - and remember that time waits for no one...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose 10 pounds, until you gain 10 pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or 15th, until your song comes on, until you have had a drink, until you have sobered up, until you die - to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Happiness is a journey, not a destination.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong></strong> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thought for the day?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Work like you don't need money, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">love like you've never been hurt, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and dance like no one's watching."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Text by Chrystal Boyd</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photograph by Sergiy Gonchar</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>"Dance like no one's watching"</em></span><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gonchar/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.flickr.com/photos/gonchar/</span></a>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-56004861021179402772009-10-27T02:16:00.002+00:002009-10-27T02:18:56.008+00:00Encontrei-me em Ti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJXXqKED4bOmZ3mkl_AyOw9MPP-iMuUYDjvkJZGGe59p7qbxi8RsXVkRAHCwW0kREkraxZXiTuIXFc-LY_Ib_qrhHXKKYtpAV55iTgd5jQdWCfhPp6t6O9EfliqM6rPtTfWjhttvzndY/s1600-h/Lighthouse.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJXXqKED4bOmZ3mkl_AyOw9MPP-iMuUYDjvkJZGGe59p7qbxi8RsXVkRAHCwW0kREkraxZXiTuIXFc-LY_Ib_qrhHXKKYtpAV55iTgd5jQdWCfhPp6t6O9EfliqM6rPtTfWjhttvzndY/s320/Lighthouse.bmp" vr="true" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eu sempre te conheci, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mas só agora te encontrei.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Não me lamento se me perdi, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nem pelas lagrimas que chorei.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Encontrei me nos teus olhos, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">perdi me em teu olhar.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Antes de te conhecer</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">eu era um barco a naufragar.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tu ligaste o teu farol</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e eu avistei o teu brilho.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">O complicado tornou se simples </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quando caminhei pelo teu trilho.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quero que saibas que seres quem es </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">da me a minha consistência.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por isso agradeço a tua amizade </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">e celebro a tua existência.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Photograph by Ironrodart</span><br />
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</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-74231185080496660652009-10-14T19:31:00.002+01:002009-10-14T19:33:47.337+01:00Bullet Proof<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMAK7a2zAfg826ne0KbnUy21gBIOm-Dwq0MDruSrtjKFRDfWm93uOE0D7_f91DeWfpMlt1hqYIKl3l3JNxGnpx3C9A-d59u8QYB8L9z6h4vQGj9OwaPiIKWBPPBz7TyJup-6LEXioX1Y/s1600-h/Bullet+Proof.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMAK7a2zAfg826ne0KbnUy21gBIOm-Dwq0MDruSrtjKFRDfWm93uOE0D7_f91DeWfpMlt1hqYIKl3l3JNxGnpx3C9A-d59u8QYB8L9z6h4vQGj9OwaPiIKWBPPBz7TyJup-6LEXioX1Y/s320/Bullet+Proof.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don’t care if you love me.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don’t mind if you hate me.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The only thing I ask from you,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">is never to underestimate me.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know what you are doing,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">before it is even done.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No point in having bullets,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">when you can’t hold the gun.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, if you are going to shoot,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">make sure you hit my heart.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just know that you can’t finish,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">something that didn’t even start.</span><br />
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<div align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photograph by John Linewood</span> <br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Bullet Proof" </span><br />
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</div></div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-40354783380213244932009-10-05T11:53:00.001+01:002009-10-05T17:57:36.453+01:00"Last Request" by Paolo Nutini<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffJ8xcfqOX0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffJ8xcfqOX0&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Afterall, music is just poetry dancing...</span>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-25034927716846658312009-10-05T00:34:00.002+01:002009-10-05T00:37:59.267+01:00O meu lugar no Mundo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBGBLXUNb1cuj8gSepuep5ugeuMdPGVLdz3z2XHxpUuzuI5lcMNj49RALs8dEencq4ISpEy2buVAUHWdC897LHt5i7W5gHWfyhTSEFdbwoeuwtXHrL6KeCvBTjqjgUc0zcCRwXvIoN20/s1600-h/Happy+Earth+Day.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBGBLXUNb1cuj8gSepuep5ugeuMdPGVLdz3z2XHxpUuzuI5lcMNj49RALs8dEencq4ISpEy2buVAUHWdC897LHt5i7W5gHWfyhTSEFdbwoeuwtXHrL6KeCvBTjqjgUc0zcCRwXvIoN20/s320/Happy+Earth+Day.bmp" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Incompreendido pela sociedade, lamento o meu lugar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Embora eu acredite, acabo sempre por duvidar.</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A tristeza que me assola desafia quem eu sou.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Perdido neste mundo, eu não sei para onde vou.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Não compreendo a razão pela qual eu sou diferente.</span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Talvez eu veja o mundo através dos olhos de quem sente.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mas porque levar uma vida determinada por emoções?</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Se este mundo em que vivemos é repleto de ilusões.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Num dia sou o Rei, e no outro, apenas mais um vagabundo.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alguém que me ajude a encontrar o meu lugar no mundo!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mas alguém, eu não encontro e já me cansei de procurar.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Por mais que eu procure, alguém não consigo encontrar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Espero pelo dia em que se complete este vazio,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">alguém que abra os olhos a este mundo doentio…</span><br />
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</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photograph by Sungazing</span><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Happy Earth Day" </span><br />
</div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sungazing/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.flickr.com/photos/sungazing/</span></a><br />
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</div></div></div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-9852315102682361042009-09-23T14:06:00.009+01:002009-09-26T16:47:48.400+01:00Why?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExhltgRYOqMHm8rSE-RvcG7yxy3ih0IKoGrPeJ-4EHhiq5atddpvu198j7tkN0lq01jYLy8r7ft9BTSOaKJZqj8Xv_B5b5gfQGXu7VcEahqrrwhwoEO_s3M1zy-RBBQRPGH5wi7pkoa0/s1600-h/Life+and+Death.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExhltgRYOqMHm8rSE-RvcG7yxy3ih0IKoGrPeJ-4EHhiq5atddpvu198j7tkN0lq01jYLy8r7ft9BTSOaKJZqj8Xv_B5b5gfQGXu7VcEahqrrwhwoEO_s3M1zy-RBBQRPGH5wi7pkoa0/s320/Life+and+Death.jpg" /></span></a><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You ask me: Why do we live?</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And honestly, I really do not care.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Each of us dresses our own cape,<br />
but to this World, we are born bare.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some have tried the cloak of glory</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some have dressed the face of shame,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some have died, but live forever,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">while others lived without a name.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You ask me: Why do we live?</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And honestly, it really does not matter.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Each of us has his own convictions,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">but in this World, they often shatter.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some have dared to reach the sky.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some have stood strong on their own ground.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some have swam beyond their dreams,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">while other dreams were being drowned.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What really matters is not why we live our life.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is how we live our why.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What really matters is to make the seconds count,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">while time is passing by.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photograph by Amorph</span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Life and Death" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amorph/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/amorph/</a></span>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-24552487758420329592009-09-20T21:37:00.004+01:002009-09-24T02:12:35.484+01:00You & I<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFMOVUNftKvpWe7JCZkEP1IZ6tmRP2EGCI7hS0nL-md2Ls1w0kLJSP13547r6rhPI9W1PG-17NHRtY_1fYgUUsFLqLOPrVZLU27VSjvZDX4O14rKuYOS5faR756xm7qRjeNUNGowVICM/s1600-h/My+Love+Burns+for+You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFMOVUNftKvpWe7JCZkEP1IZ6tmRP2EGCI7hS0nL-md2Ls1w0kLJSP13547r6rhPI9W1PG-17NHRtY_1fYgUUsFLqLOPrVZLU27VSjvZDX4O14rKuYOS5faR756xm7qRjeNUNGowVICM/s320/My+Love+Burns+for+You.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I need you so much it burns from within.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are the point where I begin...</span><br />
<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Begin to feel and cease to be.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are the blood that runs in me.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And bleed I do when we are apart,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">until no blood flows through my heart.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love you so much that words seem vain.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are my sun under the rain...</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rain it may for endless days.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You are the answer to all my prays.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And prey I shall with all my might,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">until my dark becomes our light.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hate you so much it makes me mad.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You give me hope when I am sad...</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sad I feel when your eyes don’t smile.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You give me breath for that extra mile.</span><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And mile by mile I will run,<br />
until you shine again my sun</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photograph by Mesh2</span><br />
</div><div align="left"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"My Love Burns for You" </span><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/micaela_ivette/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.flickr.com/photos/mesh2/</span></a><br />
</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-13985151096678668882009-09-13T23:35:00.003+01:002009-09-24T02:13:03.102+01:00With you by my side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4xH1HBX5lrAL_t0PAynSVVLpMVkI2g3xcQcFI4NhLQwI2EMIlbY-RANfbysN__1fYb5VITuzqwWQfKcG7yzoKRrpKF9sbpo9Gd6sqw9nnD1g8MW9p5g-lJz7IoRkfYEdIrbU7q87h54/s1600-h/Zero+Gravity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI4xH1HBX5lrAL_t0PAynSVVLpMVkI2g3xcQcFI4NhLQwI2EMIlbY-RANfbysN__1fYb5VITuzqwWQfKcG7yzoKRrpKF9sbpo9Gd6sqw9nnD1g8MW9p5g-lJz7IoRkfYEdIrbU7q87h54/s320/Zero+Gravity.jpg" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am struggling with my fears,<br />
for all those many nears,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">that I’ve seen too many times before.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But with you by my side,<br />
together we will ride,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so my fears may fade away once more.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am hiding from reality,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for I do not require gravity,<br />
to take my wings away.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But with you by my side, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will stand strong and face the tide,<br />
so my reality can become our day-to-day.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am sheltering my heart,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">for it has been torn apart, </span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and I can no longer withstand this painful sorrow.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But with you by my side,</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will challenge my own pride,<br />
so that this broken heart can love again tomorrow</span>.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Photograph by Auro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zero Gravity</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/auro/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/auro/</a></span><br />
</div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-91881067757658712792009-09-10T19:00:00.003+01:002009-09-24T02:13:28.369+01:00A Essência de Ser<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjoF5GJq4q7RkK_BWZYa6N8rh8M0NtIMS5efo3VFmz0miS5JfQI8_2TxhvsIsYGpZbYUkI3cf3u0iDN69V3hOlhBmGyN9kphxPZEOs8_JFru2vSihRYtNgqj-CdcqKk3LcJsBzMisibk/s1600-h/Universe.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mq="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjoF5GJq4q7RkK_BWZYa6N8rh8M0NtIMS5efo3VFmz0miS5JfQI8_2TxhvsIsYGpZbYUkI3cf3u0iDN69V3hOlhBmGyN9kphxPZEOs8_JFru2vSihRYtNgqj-CdcqKk3LcJsBzMisibk/s320/Universe.bmp" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Ser ou não ser não e a questão.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">O facto de eu ser não e uma opção.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Escolhido para existir de forma distorcida sem contexto temporal,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">a minha realidade e omitida pela supremacia do banal.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Existo no âmbito de uma estagnação populacional.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A minha visão da realidade torna este mundo irreal.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Perdido numa existência que não consigo explicar,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">procuro alguém que consiga ouvir a minha alma a gritar...<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Busco um significado omitido na essência do ser.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porem, esta busca frustrada não me permite viver.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Certezas? São poucas, alias, só tenho uma:<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A minha existência não pode ser justificada por razão alguma.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se ser implica conhecimento, considerem-me um Deus,<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">pois eu existo de todas as formas, para crentes e ateus.<br />
</div><br />
<br />
Ilustration by Josephine Wall <br />
Child Universe <br />
<a href="http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/josephine.html">http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/josephine.html</a>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-69179500317232523212009-09-08T10:24:00.003+01:002009-09-08T10:41:19.217+01:00Seekin' the Cause by Miguel Pinero<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkY9BtSxyWQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SkY9BtSxyWQ&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-62647329403338526362009-09-07T23:12:00.002+01:002009-09-24T02:14:11.740+01:00There is something in the way…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0GAKJxwSuIjuMt-puAYM3CF4bKeboDaOUQjEpH5RyVFTdIwHA8qGYq8zdluHWPmcjz84IQq8yq7zDHypGinLNXj-ZoZAf8k2DsJCARZ7GlUp0JYP3rfjSRuQHsWo82C8ob9fgNyMtkE/s1600-h/Love+Look.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" lk="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0GAKJxwSuIjuMt-puAYM3CF4bKeboDaOUQjEpH5RyVFTdIwHA8qGYq8zdluHWPmcjz84IQq8yq7zDHypGinLNXj-ZoZAf8k2DsJCARZ7GlUp0JYP3rfjSRuQHsWo82C8ob9fgNyMtkE/s320/Love+Look.bmp" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is something in the way you look at me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">a tenderness that no one else can see.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is something in the way you look around,</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">you make me keep my feet down on the ground.<br />
<br />
There is something in the way you sketch your smile,<br />
that makes the pain of living seem worthwhile. <br />
<br />
There is something in the way you hold my hand,<br />
it seems as if I am sinking in the sand.<br />
<br />
There is something in the way your eyes can shine,<br />
if only these eyes I see, they could be mine.<br />
<br />
There is something in the way your voice is heard,<br />
I hear the gentle singing of a bird.<br />
<br />
There is something in the way you say my name,<br />
I hear it everyday, but it’s not the same.<br />
<br />
There is something in the way when we are apart,<br />
I feel an empty feeling in my heart...</span><br />
</div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-72056680844542241862009-09-05T23:27:00.002+01:002009-09-24T02:15:13.092+01:00I...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstKPIPLHrR1IVWnsAfNziuZwiWmJkGmelW3Y-SzQvMtawcyo7Fr6BW15VEN-6QLZGwl5LEOxyQxWDDVpEUcuOoA5f0ZrN2JLzSOcyAakCD_ZaonbvSmquZcuqx9ak9Yj6hUlDunu9qOU/s1600-h/Sun.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378353052882537026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstKPIPLHrR1IVWnsAfNziuZwiWmJkGmelW3Y-SzQvMtawcyo7Fr6BW15VEN-6QLZGwl5LEOxyQxWDDVpEUcuOoA5f0ZrN2JLzSOcyAakCD_ZaonbvSmquZcuqx9ak9Yj6hUlDunu9qOU/s320/Sun.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 290px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Gaze at the sky<br />
and find the sun.<br />
Strive to fly,<br />
but simply run.<br />
<br />
Fight the tide<br />
and find my way.<br />
Search inside,<br />
but drift away.<br />
<br />
Seek to find<br />
and look around.<br />
Know I am blind,<br />
but can be found.<br />
<br />
Try to reach<br />
and fail to hold.<br />
Do not teach,<br />
but wont be told.<br />
<br />
Make an effort<br />
and fail to succeed.<br />
Refuse support,<br />
but its all I need.<br />
<br />
Open my eyes<br />
and cannot see.<br />
Do exist,<br />
but cease to be.</span><br />
</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-63869972453755876142009-09-05T15:07:00.003+01:002009-09-24T02:18:10.175+01:00Alone<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzg2_z7NisI4opTUzETkA6kdMbEMKecqx_mn182O58tsh2yyN7PY7tVfFaOswF3WPDwzWcV-0GL71mjxGIlacUK26LeKerDaBsrL5PmNEnwK1pvoTa76iBzrBRJdmrwfBOn3P051Fjy0/s1600-h/alone.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377985835815256626" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIzg2_z7NisI4opTUzETkA6kdMbEMKecqx_mn182O58tsh2yyN7PY7tVfFaOswF3WPDwzWcV-0GL71mjxGIlacUK26LeKerDaBsrL5PmNEnwK1pvoTa76iBzrBRJdmrwfBOn3P051Fjy0/s320/alone.bmp" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 290px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It’s how I’ve always been,<br />
it’s how I choose to be.</span><br />
<br />
</div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I am just another wave,<br />
drifting through the sea.<br />
<br />
One day I’ll find a place,<br />
that I can call my own...<br />
</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But until that day arrives,<br />
I will never have a home.<br />
<br />
It may be sad to you,<br />
but it’s not sad to me...<br />
<br />
I’ve broken all the chains,<br />
this choice has set me free! </span><br />
</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-16253339823691037312009-09-04T11:30:00.002+01:002009-09-24T02:15:53.521+01:00Mysterious Obsession<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSGY_NtLmi7nfKYIqTF-Yh5Tvac6b3izBLImAWG94z2Cqv78nfs5TbXStqKZRao97Y3vRBL1ccXeltmA_o62BnGw15UJseEliFT9tcg7ADxf6qL_ace39A0kJNhG9FWDT7XaVgo6Zcws/s1600-h/Obsession.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377559737539332434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSGY_NtLmi7nfKYIqTF-Yh5Tvac6b3izBLImAWG94z2Cqv78nfs5TbXStqKZRao97Y3vRBL1ccXeltmA_o62BnGw15UJseEliFT9tcg7ADxf6qL_ace39A0kJNhG9FWDT7XaVgo6Zcws/s320/Obsession.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">I know you like the palm of my hand.<br />
I can read your eyes; I can spell your smile.<br />
Call it a mysterious obsession,<br />
a simple lack of possession...<br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">but it surpasses the boundaries of your imagination.<br />
It’s the encounter of two souls in a universe of time...<br />
With unlimited equations and solutions,<br />
a pattern of diverging distributions...<br />
<br />
That can only equate when two becomes one.<br />
But as much as I add, in our case its none.<br />
<br />
Destiny has chosen to tell this tale in its own way.<br />
But believe it or not, me and you will equate someday.</span><br />
</div></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-88742451970058097952009-08-31T01:08:00.002+01:002009-09-09T00:08:13.529+01:00Woman, from Seed to Flower<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02FgouBvVQzz7IXU4ns440HkDxiG9hM3tqRxgfUe3C70BuX64rn3pDIOqxi23rFEb1GKCY9B6PBDboXQCvcifqaS4x5QZOIokKEj1mE65U4EH7igY2IQk6NS7y5qQAqJujg5ukqYx8kw/s1600-h/Woman+From+Seed+to+Flower.jpg"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375915277153599890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02FgouBvVQzz7IXU4ns440HkDxiG9hM3tqRxgfUe3C70BuX64rn3pDIOqxi23rFEb1GKCY9B6PBDboXQCvcifqaS4x5QZOIokKEj1mE65U4EH7igY2IQk6NS7y5qQAqJujg5ukqYx8kw/s320/Woman+From+Seed+to+Flower.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 274px;" /></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A Flower among flowers sprouts from the most delicate seed. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Her sweet innocence is a breath of fresh air to a World in need. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">She asks all the questions that leap through her curious mind, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">for what we have ceased to ask, is what she still seeks to find. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">As she unveils herself to this new found World, her dreams will begin to unfold. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">This blossoming Flower craves for attention, but refuses to do as she is told. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">She’s now found more Flowers and bonding together, they share what they know: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Those bees they see flying, do seek their honey, and will probably always do so. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Setting her sight on new horizons this Flower now gazes beyond her own sphere.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">It is time to leave her Garden and challenge this World she has learned not to fear. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Aware of her beauty, she will choose her new path and stand strong on her ground.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Gone are the times when she went astray, the moment has come for her to be found. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">She will plant her own seed and a journey through motherhood will begin, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Seeking for herself she is destined to understand the beauty from within. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">A new bond is formed and the love that she feels has no definition. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">It’s time to acknowledge her most primal instinct, a mother’s intuition. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">Most dreams that she dreamt when she was blossoming have now become true.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">She knows where she stands and the lessons she learned are her point of view. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">The time has now come for the Flower to let its own seeds flourish and grow, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">confident in her heart that she has taught them all they were willing to know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">The Flower has lived, laughed and cried and now looks back with no regret, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">for her seeds will blossom, carry on her teachings and allow no one to forget. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">From seed to Flower, she has lived how to learn and will always keep true,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;">This Flower I speak of is a Mother, a Wife, a Girlfirend, a Sister, this flower is YOU!</span></div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453297448266538959.post-44580821696932200722009-08-31T00:37:00.002+01:002009-09-24T02:16:14.551+01:00Tones of Black & Blue<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnAVpNWZ-1ASsrz9M2ll3vBrdBu9sAgrr4oEvMlsoWV5pj3DsUyX-MsKUvrlAx0q076EXqJeT-_6SaVDXyBDlPzXxwgTtpK3bnnToiX5oNq43IJqFpp6p4-soplFimjWmE8i6g0yiqYU/s1600-h/Tones+of+Black+and+Blue.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375907575595093250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnAVpNWZ-1ASsrz9M2ll3vBrdBu9sAgrr4oEvMlsoWV5pj3DsUyX-MsKUvrlAx0q076EXqJeT-_6SaVDXyBDlPzXxwgTtpK3bnnToiX5oNq43IJqFpp6p4-soplFimjWmE8i6g0yiqYU/s320/Tones+of+Black+and+Blue.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">The sun isn’t that bright,<br />
the sky isn’t that blue,<br />
the sea loses its might,<br />
When my eyes don’t see you.<br />
<br />
The World claims to know,<br />
but they don’t have a clue.<br />
How shadows cover colours,<br />
in dark tones of black and blue.<br />
<br />
And I wish they did,<br />
I truly wish the knew...<br />
So I could share this pain,<br />
in tones of black and blue<br />
<br />
Yet with you I go red...<br />
Far away from black and blue,<br />
as you hold me in your bed,<br />
and make my dreams come true.</span><br />
</div>Alessandrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01082368983187148610noreply@blogger.com1