<?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-23506228</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:11:31.031Z</updated><title type='text'>LIVE</title><subtitle type='html'>we can't express by words the truly meaning of our lfe... but it could help to show how we can LIVE it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-1983420385734532298</id><published>2010-07-21T19:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:49:15.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Too short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This one doesn't need any comment... it's it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofFaY9P5EKI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofFaY9P5EKI&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Have you ever seen the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When the sun comes up the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And the silence makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; A beautiful sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Have you ever sat there waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; For the time to stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; For all the world to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; From turning around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Have you ever seen the glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When the moon is on the rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And the dreams are close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; To the ones that we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Have you ever sat there waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; For heaven to give a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; So we could find the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Where angels come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; There's a time that turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I'd turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; But I don't say I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; It only works if you believe in the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Well there's a time to LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And a time to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; But if you're by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I will try to catch a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I'll try to catch a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 'Cause life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Life is too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions&lt;br /&gt;Music: Rudolf Schenker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Rudolf Schenker&lt;br /&gt;recorded at Convento do Beato, Lisbon 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-1983420385734532298?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1983420385734532298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=1983420385734532298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/1983420385734532298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/1983420385734532298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-short.html' title='Too short'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-3170204340913915799</id><published>2010-07-10T12:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:53:27.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;In an old mine's sweat shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Time has come to face our own evolution and start a new phase development. A process of counscious evolution. We have to replace our everyday consciousness by a new way of thinking. The need to preserve fauna and flora. Simple in means. Rich in end.&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/23506228-3170204340913915799?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3170204340913915799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=3170204340913915799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/3170204340913915799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/3170204340913915799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-world.html' title='New World'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-6427343934379810057</id><published>2010-06-22T19:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:04:11.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PEJ 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pej2010.org/templates/PEJ2010/images/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.pej2010.org/templates/PEJ2010/images/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;My first adventure in this was in 1999. It was also my first experience in such kind of meetings (excluding the National Scout Camps) and the beginning of some other international journeys. So, it was a mark in my faith growing, of course, but not in its strictly meaning but with all the tracks or the roots that can be linked to it. Friendship between those who followed me and shared all the moments that this event proposed (the dead tomb that we transported, the meals that we prepare... the mayonnaise, the rain,...), the ones who we met there and we still keep in touch (particularly from Romania, and the talk in the last night), the impact of so many people gathered with a common motif, a common belief, or even meeting again, in a foreigner country, our compatriots (that we don't know but as if we known each other since years).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 2004, my responsibility grown because our group went alone; so, living all of this was a little bit different. But almost all the things that I've referred were present and, at El Monte del Gozo, it was amazing the entire ambiance around us, around all of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;It's difficult avoiding returning to this experience. We grow on every way of our being, it's a fact, and maybe the time for living it has come to other ones - but we could see this meeting from other points of view (I guess). As long we keep an open mind, a spirit free enough to let the youth take us throw, there's always a place where we can give to the others a learn from them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This time, (still in the age limits :) ), I'm thinking of accepting the challenge that had been made to me. Helping, serving, it is another face of living the PEJ. And I guess I need to LIVE it that way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.pej2010.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;+ info &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-6427343934379810057?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6427343934379810057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=6427343934379810057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/6427343934379810057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/6427343934379810057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2010/06/pej-2010.html' title='PEJ 2010'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-4200397026379433214</id><published>2010-03-25T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:16:33.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One of my favourites... it played time after time when evening comes and my eyes were on the window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I've been alone with you inside my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I sometimes see you pass outside my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello, is it me you're looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can see it in your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cause you know just what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And you know just what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I want to tell you so much, I love you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I long to see the sunlight in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And tell you time and time again how much I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello, I've just got to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cause I wonder where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I wonder what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tell me how to win your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For I haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But let me start by saying, I love you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello, is it me you're looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'Cause I wonder where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And I wonder what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Are you somewhere feeling lonely or is someone loving you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tell me how to win your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For I haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But let me start by saying ... I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Lionel Richie - 'Hello' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_ILDFp5DGA"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-4200397026379433214?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/4200397026379433214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=4200397026379433214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/4200397026379433214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/4200397026379433214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-of-thursday.html' title='Memories of Thursday'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-8650506671038199675</id><published>2010-02-17T20:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:43:23.239Z</updated><title type='text'>A Journey through the Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/S3xiWAAVSNI/AAAAAAAABf4/h1SOjeDS9Ss/s1600-h/2aDescidaMondego_emlinoP8020037web.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/S3xiWAAVSNI/AAAAAAAABf4/h1SOjeDS9Ss/s400/2aDescidaMondego_emlinoP8020037web.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439330580054755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It's amazing the feeling of walking by the forest... The same forest, the same river, the same water, almost untouchable, as quite as if it had just been created, the forest that others have crossed, over centuries and centuries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Celts, romans, monks, knights, poor’s, sailors, liberals,... whatever the reasons that could move each one of them through this unrevealed forest, a mysterious feeling, a sense of being lost in the unknown with an hazy idea of an orientated path, guide us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is our journey in life. A travel through this beautiful landscape of memories and knowledge, colored of the green of hope, refreshed day by day with new dreams high extended to the skies, but always following the unexpected, the self discovering, running into the light peeking sometimes behind the leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If, instead of running wildly to the end, we LIVE this track that we seek tree after tree, stone after stone, enjoying each moment as if it was unique, singular, unrepeatable... I'm sure that this track that we leave behind, that keeps printed, not in the ground, not in the trampled grass, but in our hands, in our smile, in our heart... will compose this journey... my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;My journey that I build at every moment, mixing dreams, hopes, expectations, joys... everything that LIVE in my own forest and lead me to a way... my way... So, as a choice's sequence, perfectly assimilated, my life gains a meaning and a reason in which I have the leading role, because "life is journey, not a destination".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;photo: emlino 2008&lt;/span&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/23506228-8650506671038199675?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8650506671038199675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=8650506671038199675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/8650506671038199675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/8650506671038199675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey-through-forest.html' title='A Journey through the Forest'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/S3xiWAAVSNI/AAAAAAAABf4/h1SOjeDS9Ss/s72-c/2aDescidaMondego_emlinoP8020037web.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-514862258111920053</id><published>2009-09-14T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:02:26.509+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know why I looked for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/Sq68HWlcUqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CV2TWFY8O-Y/s1600-h/160_FlaviaVasconcelos_Rodrigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/Sq68HWlcUqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CV2TWFY8O-Y/s400/160_FlaviaVasconcelos_Rodrigo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381445439262053026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Elise Garber married the first boy she ever kissed. She met him at an Outward Bound--style summer-camp program when she was 15, she "sort of dated" him for the summer, and then, like most teenage romances, it ended. Twenty-two years later, they met again on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"I don't know why I looked him up," says the 37-year-old former advertising-agency executive in Chicago. Garber was showing a co-worker how Facebook works, and to demonstrate the search function--a feature that allows users to search for the names of people they know--she entered Harlan Robins, the name of the first boy she kissed. At the prodding of her co-worker, Garber sent Robins a message. And then she waited. Would he respond? Would he accept her friend request? Was it weird to contact an old summer-camp boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;[...] For them, life really did resemble a romantic comedy. Robins remembered his summer-camp girlfriend and replied to her Facebook message. They agreed to meet for drinks the next time he was in Chicago. When they saw each other, something clicked. They talked into the night, went out the next day, then decided to give their long-distance retrosexual romance a try. Surprisingly, it worked. Garber quit her advertising job and moved to Seattle to be with him. On Sept. 6, they married. "And to think," says Garber, "I worried that we'd spend the whole evening talking about summer camp."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;no comments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1921609,00.html?xid=rss-fullnation-yahoo"&gt;Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-514862258111920053?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/514862258111920053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=514862258111920053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/514862258111920053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/514862258111920053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-why-i-looked-for.html' title='I don&apos;t know why I looked for...'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/Sq68HWlcUqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/CV2TWFY8O-Y/s72-c/160_FlaviaVasconcelos_Rodrigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-5191821442472482331</id><published>2009-08-04T23:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:35:53.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's do it?</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Time to clean all the trash in my desk and seat down just a few seconds to try writing some words... And, because it is about trash that I am talking, what about take this challenge to each one of us and 'make this world a better place to live'? Let's do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5GryIDl0qY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/A5GryIDl0qY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/23506228-5191821442472482331?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/5191821442472482331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=5191821442472482331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/5191821442472482331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/5191821442472482331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-do-it.html' title='Let&apos;s do it?'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-72280104806614403</id><published>2007-12-31T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:08:26.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Un nuovo mondo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Sognamo un mondo senza piu violenza&lt;br /&gt;un mondo di giustizia e di speranza&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino&lt;br /&gt;Simbolo di pace, di fraternita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dream a world without violence&lt;br /&gt;a world of justice and faith.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gives the hand to his neighbours&lt;br /&gt;Symbol of peace, of fraternity&lt;br /&gt;La forza che ci da&lt;br /&gt;We ask that life be kind&lt;br /&gt;e il desiderio che&lt;br /&gt;and watch us from above&lt;br /&gt;ognuno trovi amor&lt;br /&gt;We hope each soul will find&lt;br /&gt;intorno e dentro se&lt;br /&gt;another soul to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The force his gives us&lt;br /&gt;We ask that life be kind&lt;br /&gt;is wish that&lt;br /&gt;and watch us from above&lt;br /&gt;everyone finds love&lt;br /&gt;We hope each soul will find&lt;br /&gt;around and inside&lt;br /&gt;another soul to love&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Let this be our prayer, just like every child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find a place, guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;Need to find a place, guide us with your grace&lt;br /&gt;Give us faith so we'll be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la fede che&lt;br /&gt;hai acceso in noi,&lt;br /&gt;sento che ci salvera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith&lt;br /&gt;you light in us&lt;br /&gt;I feel it will save us&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;from "The Prayer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Celine Dion &amp;amp; Andrea Bocelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;álbum "Sogno"&lt;/span&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/23506228-72280104806614403?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/72280104806614403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=72280104806614403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/72280104806614403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/72280104806614403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/12/un-nuovo-mondo.html' title='Un nuovo mondo!'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-7218281849800971579</id><published>2007-09-04T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:55:34.842+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back (I hope) from... a lot of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I have been away for a long time... Away, from this space, of course. A lot of things kept me busy and without any time to write some words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I believe that I will have again some time to write but also to read... something that I didn't have any time... definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So here I am again trying to look life through its backward view... When we stand back, we can look into ourselves, but we can also see what it is forward... If we don't see anything... well, we need to create it, paint it, imaging it... and I’m sure that it is one of the funniest exercises on each day to LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-7218281849800971579?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/7218281849800971579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=7218281849800971579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/7218281849800971579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/7218281849800971579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-i-hope-from-lot-of-things.html' title='Back (I hope) from... a lot of things'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-6910655136848443222</id><published>2007-09-04T12:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:25:56.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Global 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhFTFiJf4g4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WhFTFiJf4g4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Thanks for the obstacles, the barriers and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;difficulties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,... we are in good shape for Pequim. Thank You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBDO movie for the Disabilitie Sports Portuguese Federation (FPDD )- Cannes Finalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-6910655136848443222?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6910655136848443222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=6910655136848443222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/6910655136848443222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/6910655136848443222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/09/think-global-1.html' title='Think Global 1'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-6385126123304341370</id><published>2007-06-22T11:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:10:38.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;For the last times I haven't any will to write...&lt;br /&gt;May be there are things to say that can't be said... or at least, the words are lost… or missing...&lt;br /&gt;So, when we just have a white board in the head, it's better being silent... or sing something beautiful... something... from the heart...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really want to sing… The song?... Well I guess that any song with some deep meaning could fit. A universal meaning that anyone could understand… With strings or piano… with words that could make us... LIVE …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You are so beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You are so beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Your everything I hoped for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Your everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You are so beautiful to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Such joy and happiness you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Such joy and happiness you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;A guiding light that shines in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Heavens gift to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;You are so beautiful to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Joe Cocker - “You are so beautiful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlDmslyGmGI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wlDmslyGmGI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-6385126123304341370?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/6385126123304341370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=6385126123304341370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/6385126123304341370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/6385126123304341370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-me.html' title='To Me'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-3815957735696185</id><published>2007-04-30T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:27:45.862+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes and Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some days ago, I read something about hopes and disappointments on our relationships. I have been thinking about that since then and how does it happens with me.For me it's not as so easy to manage my relationships... Friendship is a very important value to me and I don't like to take any risk that can break it up... But being carefully like this can stop me to be more who I am and much more important, what I feel. So, I'm at the middle of the bridge and I really don't know what side should I take... express my feelings and taking the risk of being misunderstood or the other side, preserving the friendship but carrying alone in my soul what I feel and another way of living this friendship, may be more deep. I don't know if this happens only with me but, in those cases, I really would like to have a sign, to choose for what is the best for everyone... Believe me... it is not easy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-3815957735696185?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3815957735696185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=3815957735696185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/3815957735696185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/3815957735696185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/04/hopes-nad-fears.html' title='Hopes and Fears'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-3429155227367467442</id><published>2007-04-06T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:33:10.732+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in the name of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why can't we be different for a while and LIVE in the name of love too??? Can I make the difference???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"One man come in the name of love" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I can make the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;U2, "Pride"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-3429155227367467442?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/3429155227367467442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=3429155227367467442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/3429155227367467442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/3429155227367467442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-name-of-love.html' title='in the name of love'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-1955537230758043357</id><published>2007-03-31T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:38:47.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The only way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"LOVE&lt;br /&gt;is the only force capable&lt;br /&gt;of changing the heart&lt;br /&gt;of the human person"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Benedictus XVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/messages/youth/documents/hf_ben-xvi_mes_20070127_youth_en.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Message to the 22nd World Youth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/23506228-1955537230758043357?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1955537230758043357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=1955537230758043357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/1955537230758043357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/1955537230758043357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/03/olnly-way.html' title='The only way'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-1506015980058569981</id><published>2007-03-21T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T00:12:48.057Z</updated><title type='text'>World arb and Forest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/RgHJr8KajwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kpGNt9zyflU/s1600-h/Lilas_2006emlinoDSC01977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/RgHJr8KajwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kpGNt9zyflU/s400/Lilas_2006emlinoDSC01977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044534814353035010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"I never before knew the full value of trees. Under them I breakfast, dine, write, read, and receive my company." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo: emlino2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-1506015980058569981?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/1506015980058569981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=1506015980058569981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/1506015980058569981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/1506015980058569981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-arb-and-forest-day.html' title='World arb and Forest Day'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_og8lzw_YeTc/RgHJr8KajwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kpGNt9zyflU/s72-c/Lilas_2006emlinoDSC01977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-8850235855630230902</id><published>2007-03-10T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-10T00:49:09.575Z</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;e knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that no single &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and that each &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;brings its own &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt; moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in which ancient &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;universes&lt;/span&gt; are destroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;created&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:8;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Paulo Coelho|By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Miracles are not facts that we can see, that we can publish on the news, that can be sold by the street.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles are moments in the rhythm of the time.&lt;br /&gt;They are happening all the time… All of us are a space where miracles have been taking place on the timeline. We can open our heart to feel them and let them transform ourselves, our we can shut the eyes of our souls as if nothing could ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;Like a stone, we can be indifferent to the water’s flow and be vanished to dust at the sea, or we can grow, with the strength of its purity and jump up to the sky and LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-8850235855630230902?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/8850235855630230902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=8850235855630230902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/8850235855630230902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/8850235855630230902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/03/moment-of-miracles.html' title='Moment of Miracles'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116976084847403584</id><published>2007-01-25T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:34:08.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/1600/223012/Geocaching-SFelix_emlinoP1010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/320/989948/Geocaching-SFelix_emlinoP1010084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;San Félix, today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;image: emlino 2007&lt;/span&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/23506228-116976084847403584?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116976084847403584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116976084847403584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116976084847403584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116976084847403584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116855193975873885</id><published>2007-01-11T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:45:39.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Writing Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was once almost determined to write one thing about some other post... and some other mail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess this is the time... must be a sign, certainly...&lt;br /&gt;I have some types of writing depending on if it's only to be understood by me or by another person, and if it is to be beauty and perfect, or big and legible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Examples:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/1600/924276/LIVE-writingpost_emlinoP1110057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/400/579770/LIVE-writingpost_emlinoP1110057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/1600/303392/LIVE-writingpost_emlinoP1110059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/400/61845/LIVE-writingpost_emlinoP1110059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-116855193975873885?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116855193975873885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116855193975873885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116855193975873885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116855193975873885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/01/writing-signs.html' title='Writing Signs'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116837931765458220</id><published>2007-01-09T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:48:50.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Life questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/1600/40925/Krasimir%20Ganchev%20-%20Chained%20of%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/400/948101/Krasimir%20Ganchev%20-%20Chained%20of%20life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are a lot of questions that comes to my mind when someone talks about life... Can it be possible that people could have different ways of seeing life, in its essence? Can life be judged, chose, determined, closed by our own will? Makes any sense, what I do, what I give, the time, the effort, the time, the things, the time,... to mould, to save (sometimes) someone's life, of a child, of a teen, a friend, someone older... when I know that others all over the world didn't have the luck of having someone to look them with a human eyes to a human soul. Their lives are played on a russian roulette… maybe tomorrow I don’t loose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love someone it is so simple as washing the face in the river in the early morning. Just a want attitude is needed and the simplicity of nothing to have. That's why, for many people, life don't have m(any) value... It can't be evaluating on dollars or euros or any kind of a money measure. There are exceptions of course; sports players for example,... models,... Their lives are valuable and someone who might think that can give them a butt kick must be interned in a psyche clinic immediately...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Is this the real life?" Well I guess this is the real world but this world is very far the real life that it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I saw in a documentary on the TV that they are hunting sharks to cut them off their fins to cook them on a Chinese soup. Sometimes they throw the sharks alive again on the sea... Is this the human concept of life? It's not mine. But it is still a stupid world when there is life to ones and survive to others... and nothing makes sense from then on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;photo: &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.phomix.com/chained-for-life/"&gt;Krasimir Ganchev - Chained of life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.phomix.com/chained-for-life/"&gt;&lt;br /&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/23506228-116837931765458220?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116837931765458220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116837931765458220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116837931765458220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116837931765458220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-questions.html' title='Life questions.'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116733658220761128</id><published>2006-12-28T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T20:09:42.210Z</updated><title type='text'>JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And then I saw Him in the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A lot of people had gathered round Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The beggars shouted the lepers called Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;The old man said nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;He just stared about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Then came a man before His feet he fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unclean said the leper and rang his bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Felt the palm of a hand touch his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Go now go now you're a new man instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It all began with the three wise men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Followed a star took them to Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And made it heard throughout the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Born was a leader of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;All going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It all began with the three wise men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Followed a star took them to Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And made it heard throughout the land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Born was a leader of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All going down to see the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Words and music by Freddie Mercury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-116733658220761128?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116733658220761128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116733658220761128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116733658220761128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116733658220761128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/12/jesus.html' title='JESUS'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116595105439900203</id><published>2006-12-12T19:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:58:17.363Z</updated><title type='text'>It's coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/1600/756182/Xmas2006%28dez.12%29_emlinoPC120008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4981/2141/400/57610/Xmas2006%28dez.12%29_emlinoPC120008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is coming once again. I like very much all the time before Christmas... the preparing time... It's when we prepare our heart to receive Him: the One that is coming. Because work, year by year, this time is reducing more and more; better, the time that I save to prepare is minor. And, by the consequence, the moment after Christmas it is awful to spend. It's like something that had happen and we didn't live it completely as we should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The long afternoons, listening Christmas’s song from the old vinyl discs, decorating the tree and inside’s walls, picking up the little figures from the old big hood box , setting the lamps on, inside and outside the house,... I'm loosing all of this spirit... the spirit that keeps us tuned to the love and peace and all that values that we claim particularly for this time of the year. So, the Christmas day it is also a panic day because I have to live all of this things that I enjoy when I was a kid in less than 24 hours... and the clock doesn't stop. On the night of that day there is the strange feeling that everything had already over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I want to make the things different, this year. I want to play from the start, I want to be a part of this contagious feeling of love and peace, and make it true all over me. May be I can't bring the peace to the world. I think it is important now bringing the peace inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;photo: emlino 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/23506228-116595105439900203?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116595105439900203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116595105439900203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116595105439900203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116595105439900203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116318032302164329</id><published>2006-11-10T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:41:00.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It's Winter-fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Red skies are gleaming - oh -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sea-gulls are flyin' over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Swans are floatin' by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smoking chimney-tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I dreaming...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The nights draw in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a silky moon up in the sky - yeah -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Children are fantasising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grown-ups are standin' by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a super feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I dreaming...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;woh-woh-woh-woh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(dreaming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So quiet and peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tranquil and blissful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a kind of magic in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a truly magnificent view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A breathtaking scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the dreams of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the palm of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(dreaming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cosy fireside chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little this, a little that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sound of merry laughter skippin' by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gentle rain beatin' on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What an extraordinary place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the dreams of the child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is the hope of the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's all so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like a landscape painting in the sky - yeah -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mountains are zoomin' higher - mm -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little girls scream an' cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My world is spinnin' and spinnin' and spinnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sends me reeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I dreaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Am I dreaming...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oooh - it's bliss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Is it possible that we can live in a world of fantasy? is it possible to make our life a continuous dream, with references on the past, with feelings of the present, with hopes on the future? Is a dream too much fantasy? Where does it ends and begins the reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Those are some of the questions that come to my mind when I'm thinking in dreams, when I am in a dreaming level and the reality seems to be so complicated, too much real indeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I really think that our interior spirit life should be some steps forward of our exterior spirit body. This last, has to know where the flow goes, have to see clearly the way in front of him. As analogy, the dream could be like the lights beyond the car, when we drive by night, and shows us the way we want to follow. How more is the strength of our dream more far we can see and be enlightened to the course that I want to impel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; my boat as Baden Powell said. The ones that don’t take the dream as a guide to impel them lives, they just let them go with the rest of the flow as the sheep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I want to make my life so beautiful!... "Like a landscape painting in the sky - yeah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lyrics by Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A Winter's Tale"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from "Made in Heaven" album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-116318032302164329?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116318032302164329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116318032302164329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116318032302164329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116318032302164329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/11/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming...'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116255178042783827</id><published>2006-11-03T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:06:00.553Z</updated><title type='text'>The world that we created</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/creatfsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/320/creatfsh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It passed 60 years since Freddy was born. I get used to this kind of personalities that has, as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;background of an artistic genius, or scientific, or any other kind of performing mind, some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;misunderstand way of life. I am not censoring it at all. I am just wondering if there is any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;relation between this two minority (???) worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;His legacy to the world by the music and the words it is much beyond of this different looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ways of social or what ever types of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;He helped us to see the miracle that our life can turn to, the magic behind every living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;moment, the amazing possibilities of the radio, the beauty of the friend's relationships, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;wonderful and sometimes painfully feelings that love can bring to our hearts and so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;He really showed us this, our, living world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But also a world that we don't preserve as a place to live...  to everyONE LIVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The world that we created.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Take a look at all the suffering we breed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So many lonely faces scattered all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Searching for what they need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this the world we created?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What did we do it for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this the world we invaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Against the law?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So it seems in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this what were all living for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The world that we created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;You know that every day a helpless child is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Who needs some loving care inside a happy home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Waiting for life to go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this the world we created?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;We made it on our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Is this the world we devastated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Right to the bone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;If theres a God in the sky looking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;What can he think of what weve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;To the world that he created?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;This is not the world I would like to create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I will try to do something about it... What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Words and music by Freddie Mercury and Brian May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Is This The World We Created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image from: &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.undergroundrailwaytheater.org/"&gt;Underground Railway Theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-116255178042783827?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116255178042783827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116255178042783827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116255178042783827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116255178042783827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/11/world-that-we-created.html' title='The world that we created'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-116112036042189316</id><published>2006-10-17T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:26:00.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My friend João ('John' translated) sent me an email with this link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have to share it with all of u with a big hug too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/23506228-116112036042189316?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/116112036042189316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=116112036042189316' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116112036042189316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/116112036042189316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/10/hugs.html' title='Hugs'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115954091089574741</id><published>2006-09-29T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T15:48:06.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways and Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/question%20mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/question%20mark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where do you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://mc.hautesavoureuse.free.fr/pourquoi_le_mchs.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-115954091089574741?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115954091089574741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115954091089574741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115954091089574741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115954091089574741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/09/ways-and-thoughts.html' title='Ways and Thoughts'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115895923890852567</id><published>2006-09-22T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:11:40.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling ideas…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/melancholy_autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/melancholy_autumn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The autumn says its hello this night….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a time that brings to me so many memories… beautiful memories… most of them about school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember the sunny mornings, wetted by the rain at night, with my nerves out of my skin but with an anguish too feeling of meeting new friends, new professors, new experiences…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember the smell of the smoke in the street that comes from the nut’s rosters…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember the sound of walking through the dry leaves on the sides of the streets…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, God I just can imagine this senses on my head. I would like to share this pictures with you, this pictures of growing, of colours, of sounds,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;but we didn’t thought that it would matter someday…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today I will try to posterize this experiences of day living. My experiences, but also the ones that live them with me… my family, my friends, my little (and not so) nephews, the children with I walk (in this way of learning to live),…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the worse of all… I miss my camera… I guess it is time to prioritize some expenses…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like the autumn brown colour… I guess it links us a little more to the earth… as there it was an energy that causes a ‘fall’ in our inside ‘feel’… Somehow we are invited to LIVE more intensely… but with the feet on the ground…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;photo: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://portfolio.kevinthom.com/"&gt;Kevin Thom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-115895923890852567?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115895923890852567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115895923890852567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115895923890852567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115895923890852567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/09/falling-ideas.html' title='Falling ideas…'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115735661807905941</id><published>2006-09-04T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:57:45.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mankind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Put the Mankind back on Earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:85%;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U2 - VERTIGO 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LIVE FROM CHICAGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-115735661807905941?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115735661807905941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115735661807905941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115735661807905941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115735661807905941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/09/mankind.html' title='Mankind'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115650145668515316</id><published>2006-08-25T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:37:26.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Today, this right moment, it is a gift"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Robin S. Sharma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;in "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We don't give the right value to this gift that is being a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;With so many wars, diseases, catastrophes, poor conditions...&lt;br /&gt;    being a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt; it is a great gift!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Just the simple fact of breathing it is a enormous gift...&lt;br /&gt;    feeling in the wind the smell of a full covered field with flowers,&lt;br /&gt;    of an autumn rain wetted olded leads,&lt;br /&gt;    of the underground's air after a rainny day in the summer,&lt;br /&gt;    of the first breaths of the spring weather in a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;    of an hot coffee in a Shopping,&lt;br /&gt;    of the paper journal in the morning,...&lt;br /&gt;    it's a gift!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;And what about seeing?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;And what about touching?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And Tasting?...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh there is so much to thank of...&lt;br /&gt;   this gift of everyday &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;li&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ng,&lt;br /&gt;   of every little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;li&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;ng moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-115650145668515316?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115650145668515316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115650145668515316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115650145668515316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115650145668515316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/08/gift.html' title='A Gift'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115571686183482743</id><published>2006-08-16T09:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:27:41.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consentient</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Yesterday it was the most confusing day of the year in this little sea town. It came people from everywhere... I usually went out this day to run out from the invasion but, for many reasons, I couldn't make it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;With a big effort, I tried to finish reading a book of Richard Bach, one of his last ferrets adventure: "The last war"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All over the place we could see how people still doesn't understand that they are a part of this "thing" that someone called Humanity. And being a part of it, means that we have to live relationed one to each other. But it seems that we don't have the courage to leave definitely the evil from within of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That it was happened yesterday right in front of my eyes with people buldozering each others, trying to pass throw everyone, even old women and children just to get loser a damn procession... We still feel in the air, the dry smell of burned trees that are still burning for several weeks all over the country, painting the sky in grey, caused, for purpose, by sick people that doesn't understand that they are killing the nature itself, the global balance of the species, the weather,... and the future of the next generations... The TV, still shows the devastated scenarios of cities completely destroyed by war at several countries or the active conflicts or the high tension behind them... All of this are truly facts and stupid reasons to justify the evil presence in the mankind purposes... they just immerge out from those stone hearts in different ways... It isn't worse the selfish desire, unrespectable act of pass throw everyone to rich closer, at any cost, than killing innocent people, even if we think that we have a good reason. It is the same evil that moves us to the bad actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm a little piece in the world puzzle to make the difference. But I believe that many more pieces could be herad; that I... we could encourage to join and assume this vote in my and each entire life to appeal to the world to ear the Richard's words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;'I withdraw my consentient to the evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I withdraw my consentient to the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I withdraw my consentient to the violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I withdraw my consentient to the evil. Forever.'&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/23506228-115571686183482743?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115571686183482743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115571686183482743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115571686183482743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115571686183482743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/08/consentient.html' title='Consentient'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115512928036641282</id><published>2006-08-09T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T14:14:40.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Kim%20Moorehouse%20-%20mini-Oregon%202005_016_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Kim%20Moorehouse%20-%20mini-Oregon%202005_016_low.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sometimes we just feel like being able to dream over the sky, and fly, and fly,... fly to a nowhere land, to a nowhere place, where everything is perfect and nothing , but nothing could harm you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Sometimes, just dreams passes over the head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"When you wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Makes no difference who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anything your heart desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Will come to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If your heart is in your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;No request is too extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As dreamers do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fate is kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;She brings to those to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The sweet fulfillment of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Their secret longing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Like a bolt out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fate steps in and sees you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;When you wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Your dreams come true"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sometimes I wonder…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;And just dreams passes through the head...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Let us to wish upon a star&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And leave away the reasons of being sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B00017700U001012/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_012/002-6009145-2656034"&gt;"When you wish upon a star"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Pinocchio Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Cliff Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.kmoorehouse.info/index.htm"&gt;Kim Moorehouse&lt;/a&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/23506228-115512928036641282?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115512928036641282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115512928036641282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115512928036641282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115512928036641282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/08/wishes.html' title='Wishes'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115470703321676623</id><published>2006-08-04T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:57:13.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;from my latest t-shirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"The calm of long Horizons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Respect the limits imposed by Nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;To ensure the well being of Humanity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-115470703321676623?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115470703321676623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115470703321676623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115470703321676623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115470703321676623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/08/limits.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115470653463490822</id><published>2006-08-04T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T16:48:54.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I get, finally, some of the peace in my mind that I was needed for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will have more time to post some of the things that came to my mind these days and update the reading on my friend’s blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time to read some books also and I promise to share its thoughts here, in this place, where the day living meet the soul and, together, turn our acts in a Sense of LIVE.&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/23506228-115470653463490822?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115470653463490822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115470653463490822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115470653463490822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115470653463490822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-again.html' title='Here Again'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-115159987717786738</id><published>2006-06-29T17:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:51:17.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;* * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;!!!Resting Time is wanted!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!!!Dead or Alive!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;A big reward to the ones who can catch it&lt;br /&gt;or give any informations about it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;God save... me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-115159987717786738?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/115159987717786738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=115159987717786738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115159987717786738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/115159987717786738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanted_29.html' title='WANTED!!!'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114951861711569588</id><published>2006-06-05T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:24:19.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock in Rio Lisbon 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/RockInRio_emlino20060604_00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/RockInRio_emlino20060604_00043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am a little bit sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;I just slept two hours last night because I went to the "Rock in Rio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; - Lisbon 2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;, on his last, day to see Sting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see and ear the Anastacia and the Corinne Bailey Rae performance and some more that were very good... truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; concerts&lt;br /&gt;But it was Sting the one that I most wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;Its concert it was amazing, with such energy and rhythm that I never thought he could performed.&lt;br /&gt;More than a concert, more than a show, Sting did what I think he is been doing for a long time: Passing a message. I didn’t notice that he came to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lisbon&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to sing some oh his songs, say nice words to the crowd and go away home with everybody happy.&lt;br /&gt;I think that he wanted to express, by his way to see the music, the words within, the rhythm, the instruments, that we can join strengths "For a better World" - the theme of the Festival.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great final to an event that wants to establish chains of strength to see the world with a brighter eyes vision... For a better World... To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114951861711569588?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114951861711569588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114951861711569588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114951861711569588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114951861711569588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/06/rock-in-rio-lisbon-2006.html' title='Rock in Rio Lisbon 2006'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114891325757601131</id><published>2006-05-29T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:48:28.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One of these evening nights, I was listen the Alanis Morissette theme "You Learn" (the acoustic version on MTV is very intense) and some thoughts came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The first idea that I could pick up from the song letter is obvious... everything that we do it is an opportunity to learn, to feed our durst of knowledge. The good or the bad, the active, the daily or the singular, the romantic, the physical or psychological… experiences... laughing or crying, loving or hating, screaming, bleeding, choosing or asking, walking, falling, looking, kissing, dreaming, rising up,... with all that we do and even, with all that we haven't done we can learn. After all, living it's a continuous learning process, and it is an evidence that, when "You live you learn".&lt;br /&gt;But what kept my attention this time was that we have to learn to learn. In the university, I had a teacher that was saying this all the time... "You just are here to learn how to learn"... Live isn't being quiet and waiting for something to happen... it is not being quiet and looking to the others around to see what happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;To LIVE is to act, is to play a role in this life's theatre... as Shakespeare shown us in his plays.&lt;br /&gt;To LIVE is to try, is taking a risk. Like a "three-year-old would do", we must be able to try... "feel free"... to try what are out of the sight, swimming against the flow, come to the surface, look to the sky, to the sun,... To try the fire like a "three-year-old would do"... and learn.&lt;br /&gt;It is only possible to learn if we don't give up when we find a barrier in front of us. To learn it is transpose that barrier that blocks us the way and scream out loud the victory... the victory of learning... and learn... and LIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist and picked up my guitar and sang for several minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recommend walking around naked in your living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait until the dust settles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You live you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You love you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cry you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You lose you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You bleed you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You scream you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I certainly do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hold it up (to the rays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wait and see when the smoke clears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You live you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You love you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You cry you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You lose you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You bleed you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You scream you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The fire trucks are coming up around the bend      You LIVE you learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You love you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You cry you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You lose you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You bleed you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You scream you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You grieve you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You choke you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You laugh you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You choose you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You pray you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You ask you learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You LIVE you learn”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/wma-pop-up/B00002MZ12001001/ref=mu_sam_wma_001_001/102-0560248-4877734"&gt;You Learn&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;original from "Jagged Little Pill" album (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1995" title="1995"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114891325757601131?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114891325757601131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114891325757601131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114891325757601131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114891325757601131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/learn-to-learn.html' title='Learn to Learn'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114868362638852106</id><published>2006-05-26T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:12:17.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_duirwaighfilms.php#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="body" &gt;'A Knock at the Duir'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyCopy"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duirwaigh production mini-film that can be seen [&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/inspiration_duirwaighfilms.php#"&gt;flash movie&lt;/a&gt;] on their &lt;a href="http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;official site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;More about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodyCopy"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Duirwaigh &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" href="http://www.duirwaighgallery.com/about_us.php?section=86"&gt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114868362638852106?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114868362638852106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114868362638852106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114868362638852106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114868362638852106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagine-3.html' title='Imagine 3'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114866186578111910</id><published>2006-05-26T17:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:50:05.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginarius.pt/en/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Imaginarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Photos: e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Imaginarius2006_emlino04.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Imaginarius2006_emlino04.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mlino (c)2006&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/23506228-114866186578111910?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114866186578111910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114866186578111910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114866186578111910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114866186578111910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagine-2.html' title='Imagine 2'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114859552781890280</id><published>2006-05-25T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:40:11.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine [reviewed]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Garfield_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/320/Garfield_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today, in our world, this world that surrounds us, in every ways, we create an image of the things from the visible face that we know and we just can see upon all of its face if we were taught to. We just see the things as they used to be and as they used to mean... like a glass of water... it is just a glass cup... cylindrical... may be made from plastic or crystal glass... opened by on of the tops... and we fill it with water... pure water or treated water with that clored taste... But our parents and his parents and before them, were used to imagine boats, big ships, rainstorms... inside of that simple and common cup of water...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We lose this fantasy because we have, and want, and demand, that everything should be explained... we want an explanation to everything. I saw yesterday the "Big Fish" movie and this generation gap could be seen perfectly... is perfectly shown the contrast between a conventional life and other, coloured with fantasy, and how we can elevate ourselves to other frontiers by the dream... "It's by the dream that we go", someone wrote, and fantasising is one way of turning to a closer reality, the dreams that we have, and live them, as they were real. It's not living in an imaginated world... it is live this real world, with his own magic and his fantasy that the oldest people (the wisest ones as we say many times say) were taught to see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;On the last 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of May, passed 500 years of the Cristovao Colombus death... the man that come true the dream, the fantasy, the imagination of a remote possibility, even a foolish idea of reach the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; by the sea. He didn't arrive to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;... but the fantasy took him to an inimaginated world... The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New  World&lt;/st1:place&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometime we need to imagine another world... Right from the beggining until the end of our life time, there are moments when the unknown, the imagination can let us go throw the pain, through loniless, throw the physical boundaries that we have in front. We can see this in the "Finding Neverand" movie... The Neverland can be right in front of you... you just have to close your eyes, turn around, smile, let your spirit fly and imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I think that our life could be much more attractive, stimulating if we try this... painting the unexpected, seeing throw the visible face of things. I am learning and studying how can this idea be developed in my professional life...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I often use imaginary themes with scouts to help them to reach some aims that we establish from the beginning of an activity. It's also useful to explore some thematics that have important messages that we didn’t saw or didn't pay much attention but have so many things to teach, from which we can learn so much and bring so much value to what, day by day, is given to us to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114859552781890280?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114859552781890280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114859552781890280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114859552781890280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114859552781890280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagine-reviewed.html' title='Imagine [reviewed]'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114846769344651169</id><published>2006-05-24T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T12:04:52.990+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG [24.may]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24.may [00:23'] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the first time that I will do this... let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1- Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as your dinner guest? As your close friend? As your lover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For dinner: Phillipe Starck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For friend: Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lover: I'm fine thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2- Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by five years to become extremely attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3- Would you rather spend a month on vacation with your parents or put in overtime at your current job for four weeks without extra compensation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The first for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;4- When did you last cry by yourself? In front of another person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't remember that kind of moments but not more than two weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;5- If 100 people your age were chosen at random, how many do you think you'd find leading a more satisfying life than yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If they were Portuguese may be no one... I don't have many claims to invoke... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;6- If you had the choice of one intimate soul mate and no other close friends, or of no such soul mate and many friends and acquaintances, which would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know... something pushes me to the friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;7- Do you think your friends would agree with one another about the kind of person you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Definitely, I really don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;8- Would you prefer to be blind or deaf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I prefer not being blind... the world has much more beauty to see rather to ear. The thing that I would miss more was the music but I'm learning to feel it in my body as it happens with singing... feeling the vibrations of our vocal chords throw all of my body. Beethoven composed lots of music play after being deaf. For now, I see and ear very well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;9- How many of your friendships have lasted more than ten years? Which of your current friends do you feel will still be important to you ten years from now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some part of them... I make friends for life... I don't talk with my best friend for more than a year but he is still my best friend and I pray for him every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;10- If you could mould to your liking your memories of any past experience, would you do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, I don’s see any reason or benefit in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11- Would you be content with a marriage of the highest quality in all respects but one's it&lt;/span&gt; completely lacked sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;12- If you were happily married, and then met someone you felt was certain to always bring you deeply passionate, intoxicating love, would you leave your spouse? What if you had kids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No. Intoxicating love only can murder a happy relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;13- Relative of the population at large? How do you rate your physical attractiveness? Your intelligence? Your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't rate... There are things that we must let the heart lead. As I said before there are matters that we should dispense the analyse process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;14- If you could script the basic plot for the dream you will have tonight, what would the story be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me, a Porshe 911 Turbo (serie 4) and a road plenty of curves... and may be some trucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;15- While out one day, you are surprised to see your father holding hands with someone who is clearly his lover, he begs you not to say anything to your mother. How would you respond? What if your mother later told you that she was going crazy thinking that your father was having an affair yet knew it was just her imagination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't imagine that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;16- If you had to spend the next 2 years inside a small but fully provisioned Antarctic shelter with one other person, whom would you like to have with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May be G. Bush... I think I can handle the sacrifice and the world will have two years of peace... may be more... I don't if he could handle... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In an alternative choice, may be a Tibetan monk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;17- You become involved romantically but after 6 months realize you need to end the relationship. If you were certain the person would commit suicide if you were to leave and were also certain you could not be happy with the person, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will pray for God to receive her and accept her choice of living her liberty way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;18- What was your most enjoyable dream? Your worst nightmare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dreaming with....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't remember anyone except an accident with my Citro 2CV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;19- If by sacrificing your life you could contribute so much to the world you would be honoured by all nations, would you be willing to do so? If so, would you make the sacrifice knowing that someone you thoroughly disliked would received that honour while you went unrecognized?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes. My fulfilment of such an act can pass through all the unlike thoughts and acts and person. We climb to a level were nothing of material and human level could interfere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;20- Would you like your spouse to be both smarter and more attractive than you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't if she would want that kind of state... having a husband more stupid and ugly then her... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;21- You discover that your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to try and correct the mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry but it is completely impossible predict what I would do in such situation... I think that the exchange is logical but it couldn't be only that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;22- When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One our ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The fire fades away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most of everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is full of tired excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it's to hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish it were simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But we give up easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're close enough to see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the other side of the world to me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;part of KT Tunstall latest single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;23- Which sex do you think has it easier in our culture? Have you ever wished you were of the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that men still have an higher status in the society and we can still see women being treated as princesses or slaves... But, fortunately, things are changing, especially in the business world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;24- What are your most compulsive habits? Do you regularly struggle to break these habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't saying "no" and passing cars with short time opportunities. No :) and No... I like it... it's pure fun... better than sss..soup... my mother's soup... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;25- Would you enjoy spending a month of solitude in a beautiful natural setting? Food and shelter would be provided but you would not see another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, sometimes I need it... Anyway, I would never be real alone....... with that entire beautiful natural scene….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;26- If you knew you would die of an incurable disease within 3 months, would you allow yourself to be frozen within the week if you knew it would give you a modest chance of being revived in 1,000 years and living a greatly extended life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think that is a very fictionary scene, with lack of plus information for which I don't have any answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;27- You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you have never met. Would you want to go if you had to go by yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, why not... Adventure it's not my surname but I think that someone of my ancestral had it... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;28- If you were at a friend's house for thanksgiving dinner and you found a dead cockroach in your salad, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will pay more attention with the desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;29- If someone you love deeply is brutally murdered and you know the identity of the murderer, who unfortunately is acquitted of the crime. Would you seek revenge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are legal ways to lead with such individualities.... revenge doesn't bring back anyone... just despoils a cascade of madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[tagged by Message in a Bottle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks :)&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/23506228-114846769344651169?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114846769344651169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114846769344651169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114846769344651169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114846769344651169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/tag-24may.html' title='TAG [24.may]'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114839602978975815</id><published>2006-05-23T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:02:16.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/8690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/8690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes I have this will of runaway and riding my little jumpy car to nowhere, listening the tenor's bi-composed sound of the two opposite cylinders pushing us hill upon hill in this magic adventure of a loneliness song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I have this will..&lt;/span&gt;. But why do I feel that it would make me feel more alive?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;photo from Citroën's Service de Presse&lt;br /&gt;Collected, scanned, and provided by Carter Willey.&lt;/span&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/23506228-114839602978975815?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114839602978975815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114839602978975815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114839602978975815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114839602978975815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/runaway.html' title='Runaway'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114831378621791526</id><published>2006-05-22T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T17:04:43.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/triskell2_fb.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/320/triskell2_fb.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cypress jan/25 - feb/3; jul/26 - aug/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Cypress-people are different. And they want to be different. They loathe everything conventional, ordinary. They are looking for the spiritual light, love the art and the unusual. They are very awake, and see something special in everything, and can even open the eyes of others, to show them what they had considered something normal already. Young cypresses are enthusiastic about everything. So if their thirst for knowledge leads them to dark paths, they should be guided back to light. Other than that, these trees don't need any restrictions, but LIBERTY!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;from: &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.spiritproject.com/horoscope/celts/index.htm"&gt;www.spiritproject.com&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It matches. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114831378621791526?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114831378621791526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114831378621791526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114831378621791526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114831378621791526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/cypress-jan25-feb3-jul26-aug4-cypress.html' title=''/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114684369999983478</id><published>2006-05-05T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:16:05.696+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Analyse [reviewed]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many times, we ear a music and we don't pay many attention to the message that it wants to pass to the listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For some reason, in a moment, something in our head tunes to that words or even simply to the melody and we are transport to some message rail that shows so many things that were unrevealed to that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I was listen The Cranberrie's 'Analyse' theme and I realize how beautiful and, most of all, practical, this words can be to our life and the way as we LIVE day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, I liked the introspection attitude to open my mind: "Close your eyes, breathe the air out there". Then the important assumption that we are free,... to think, to act, to turn my life around, to step my steps ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the important thing that came to my mind about this words is the worry that people express (i'm included) on analyse the attitudes, behaviours, emotions, thoughts or words spoken... in parallel with a mystified sort of ideas which characterizes people, situations, and other living circumstances not like as they really are but as a synonymous of a multifaceted preconceived points of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At a certain level, we can't keep this analyse attitude. We must see with a pure look, with an open mind to all the beauty that lives behind our eyes and from of we been distracted and blinded so many time. This sight of the things doesn't mean naiveness; it's other way to evolutes to something higher, something that we are usually afraid to rich because we don't know. If we don't do it "That will paralyse", I think, more than a evolution, but a truly revolution of our lifes - we won't be able to see throw the hill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;One thing that can help to change this rational attitude can be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JcP9PJyls40&amp;search=asterix"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;"let your heart decide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; (as Celine Dion sings)... at least in the common daily situations. (It's a little bit ironic that we tend to think with the heart when we have time to and we should think more with the head and, when we should act with the purity of the heart impulse, we rationalise the attitudes).&lt;br /&gt;Letting the heart to decide can show more of what we are, what we think, what we feel... we act more side by side with the truth of what we are. The compromise is to feel in the heart full love so that, when we take any attitude, that, could spring from the centre of the heart plenty of the same love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will love more, ourselves and the others if we can lead our life to the other way of LIVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Don't analyse"! Just LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Analyse       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Close your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Breathe the air out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are free, we can be wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For you open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To the beauty I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We will pray, we will stay   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wide open       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't analyse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't analyse   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't go that way   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't lead that way   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That would paralyse your evolution       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't analyse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't analyse   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't go that way   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't lead that way   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That would paralyse your evolution       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This greatest moment   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The strangest day   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The greatest love of them all       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This greatest moment   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The strangest day   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The greatest love of them all       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Close your eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Close your eyes   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Breathe the air out there   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fantasize, fantasize   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are open       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For you open my eyes   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To the beauty I see   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We will pray, we will stay   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Together       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This greatest moment   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The strangest day   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The greatest love of them all       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This greatest moment   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The strangest day   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The greatest love of them all       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la la la la la la   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la la la la la la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Cranberries - &lt;a href="http://www.cranberries.com/media/audio/samples/analyse.asx"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Analyse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wake Up and Smell the Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h2  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); text-align: right;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you Dolores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114684369999983478?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114684369999983478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114684369999983478' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114684369999983478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114684369999983478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/analyse-reviewed.html' title='Analyse [reviewed]'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114673157972470634</id><published>2006-05-04T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:32:59.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorns of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;We are tending, without any signs of other way choice to follow, to the point of no return in the love relationship of the mankind with itself like the love story of the phantom of the Opera. We see evil growing by all over the world, by every place and it seems that we can't do nothing and will be our destiny become phantoms to one and other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I think that, no matter what we can do now, we could not avoid this happening thing... I guess that it is needed...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Somewhere, some when and somehow this will explode (whatever it means)... may be it is needed. May be this will have to really BANG to the Power Management people of this society realize that we are men and women, equals, flesh of the same flesh, living in the same material world and we should start to think as one... multicultural, multicoloured, multi language speaking,... as singular members of the mankind but as one... that someone called Mankind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;May be we have to pass throw a seed grain life process like Mafalda Veiga sings "But it is needed to dye and born again, to seed in the dust and collect once again".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;May be this will explode someday... That's also because of that, the meaning, the reason of my and your life. We can't change the world and may be the changes that we can add in this society will have to dye. But we can't stop to do it around us; so that, when the world reborn, it could grow with the strength of the good seed, rooted deeply underground the mankind values.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am prepared to sacrifice my life; I am able to suffer the consequences of this fired world consummation. I wish that all of you, my friends, could pass throw a popcorn transformation, from an insipid state to another sweet, from a little orange ball to a white plushed flowered form...And when we open the eyes again I want see myself and all of you around me turned into that reborned man that recognizes and let the other to recognize in my look, my smile,.. the white side of our nature. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Some men, today, are anger to make history and write their names in the future books. They don't care anything about the future. I just simply want to build the book, to make it real, to add white pages, again and again and again so that, at the end of the times, we would be able to write the happiest story ever written. &lt;/span&gt;A story that LIVEs beyond the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114673157972470634?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114673157972470634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114673157972470634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114673157972470634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114673157972470634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/popcorns-of-hope.html' title='Popcorns of Hope'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114664554688022656</id><published>2006-05-03T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T09:39:06.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/emlino%20-%20%27Joy%20Bang%27_2006abr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/emlino%20-%20%27Joy%20Bang%27_2006abr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I want to bang down all your sadness, all your pains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I want to bang down them over and over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I want to BANG up your happiness and get your biggest smile, your wildest laughing moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I want to BANG UP again and again and again...&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/23506228-114664554688022656?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114664554688022656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114664554688022656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114664554688022656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114664554688022656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-to-bang-down-all-your-sadness.html' title=''/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114587402970878409</id><published>2006-04-24T11:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:27:30.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smily Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"  class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;      The Joy of a Smile&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/h3&gt;                    &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;       &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I caught a smile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I held it in the palm of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and marveled at the beauty that it possessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The light that shone from within its soul leapt in powerful succession;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;all of my grey clouds were blown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The infectious childhood delight was its parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;No false pretenses did it portray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I have caught other smiles before this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ones that would tear through my soul with icy fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ones that would mock with fake apathy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ones that would cry tears of woe but laugh with wretched scorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This little smile, oh what a beautiful and marvelous gift it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This little smile has come to me from a heart that has truly seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;for it warmed my palm like that of the moonlight fairies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It kissed my heart and brought to it such peace;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;joy flowed through the crevices that time had create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh, what blessing is this tiny smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;if only I could keep it tucked inside my palm forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But no, this gift is not mine to keep for eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;rather, it is only inspiration for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I must let the smile go, to go and bring this same delight to another soul in longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today, I opened my palm and sweetly blew the smile away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Into the winds it magically flew, softly kissing the lips of the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;As I watched this tiny smile flutter away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;my own began to form."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://togrowdeeper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Digging Deeper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://togrowdeeper.blogspot.com/2006/04/joy-of-smile.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;original post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/23506228-114587402970878409?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114587402970878409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114587402970878409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114587402970878409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114587402970878409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/04/smily-words.html' title='Smily Words'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114535526639308304</id><published>2006-04-18T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:11:08.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I  B  LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Then she sees Jesus but does not recognize Him. Not until He speaks her name: "Mary". Then her eyes are opened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Jn 20: 14-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And so does are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe there is this invitation in my soul:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believie in this ressurrection of my life... Let back all the darkness of the world and get dressed of the life's light, of the whitness on our look and smile, of the clarity on our embrace or helping hand, of a crystal clear testify,... I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe being possible to let a true trackable follow steps living way to the bright side of the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe that we can 'recome' to life in this sense of meaning... restart from nothing... get drunken on the higher love... When we give love... when we give ourselves in love we feel like a little ressurrection of our soul... when we give ourselves totally,... when I dye for myself and live for the other one... whatever it means... physical, psychological, professional, emotional, spiritual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I Believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We do ressurrect to a new born living life, to the happiness of the love,... right in the middle of the happiness where the love is color, is breathe, is touch, is taste, is music, is all in all that we can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I do B &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"And so my heart rejoices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;my soul is glad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;even my body shall rest in safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;for you will not leave my soul among the dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;nor let you beloved know decay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You will show me the path of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the fullness of joy in your presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;at your right hand happiness for ever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Psalm 16: 9-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114535526639308304?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114535526639308304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114535526639308304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114535526639308304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114535526639308304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-b-live.html' title='I  B  LIVE'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114415941210646684</id><published>2006-04-04T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T15:51:05.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Weekend - Love's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last weekend, was a weekend of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I reflected on Pope encyclical letter "DEUS CARITAS EST". I don't want to explain it here but I really recommend it to EVERYone. It contains a message much beyond any believing faith, about how we can understand the love, on its different acclivities, and how this love can be LIVEd on a truly human way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"This transformation can be recognized and tested by anyone, independant of his faith, religion, and even else if doesn't praticise any religion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. For the unprejudice, courage and free minds, you can find it &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. "I believe so very much. Because love is universal. I mean, you don't have to tell somebody that loving is better than hating"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(3)&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;About a year ago, I reflected with my friends in our Group, on Desmond Tutu book &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://www.godhasadream.net"&gt;"God has a Dream"&lt;/a&gt;. It's funny and seriously amazing, one year after, feel how can be easy to turn real this dream in our lifes and how universal and practical could be this dream... "Love grows through love. Love is 'divine' because it comes from God and unites us to God; through this unifying process it makes us a 'we' which transcends our divisions and makes us one, until in the end God is 'all in all'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"We should learn to see with the eyes of the heart". "If we had eyes to see, we would look each other and see the God's beauty and we would call ones and others with the reverence and awe appropriated."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. "Love is the light — and in the end, the only light — that can always illuminate a world grown dim and give us the courage needed to keep living and working. Love is possible, and we are able to practise it because we are created in the image of God. To experience love and in this way to cause the light of God to enter into the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As long as we try to feel, to grow, to understand, to live with this "look of love", and see the humanity that flourish deeply inside of each Human Living Heart, we can enlight this world of such warm peace that we won't need to search for God anywhere... We will recognize Him all over His creation and beyond His grace we will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(1) Benedict XVI - &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/benedict_xvi/encyclicals/documents/hf_ben-xvi_enc_20051225_deus-caritas-est_en.html"&gt;"Encyclical Letter Deus Caritas Est"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(2) Tutu, Desmond - God has a Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(3) Question and Answer for Desmond Tutu’s God Has a Dream, &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.godhasadream.net"&gt;www.godhasadream.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114415941210646684?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114415941210646684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114415941210646684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114415941210646684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114415941210646684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/04/loves-weekend-loves-life.html' title='Love&apos;s Weekend - Love&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114380097984637186</id><published>2006-03-31T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:51:29.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/John%20Hui%20Kim_Your%20Silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/John%20Hui%20Kim_Your%20Silence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love of neighbour is thus shown to be possible in the way proclaimed by the Bible, by Jesus. It consists in the very fact that, in God and with God, I love even the person whom I do not like or even know. This can only take place on the basis of an intimate encounter with God, an encounter which has become a communion of will, even affecting my feelings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Benedict XVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Encyclical Letter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DEUS CARITAS EST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;photo: John Hui Kim "Your Silence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/23506228-114380097984637186?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114380097984637186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114380097984637186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114380097984637186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114380097984637186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/03/silent-weekend.html' title='Silent Weekend'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114356499732002824</id><published>2006-03-28T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:49:05.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of the Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Serra%20de%20Aire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Serra%20de%20Aire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I went to Fatima...&lt;br /&gt;It was a start of some moments of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing to an high mountain where we just can ear the birds singing, the whisper of wind in the tree's arms, seeing the grass dancing movements or a runnig fly of a bird, feeling the clouds on the face and the wet smell of the feathers brings to me a durable peace and quitness to my senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My coleague take this week off for hollydays so I'm alone in the office.&lt;br /&gt;I've always the radio on but being alone brings me some silence thoughts that cannot be shared... just reflected...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's curious that this reflective time, with the necessity of get into our heart, our soul, having an introspective actitude, it doesn't come at the cold, uncolored and dark months when the fall leaves the trees off of their dresses but come with the spring active movements of the birds, the butterflies, the flowers, the feathers, the sun, the life itselfs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why this time to stop, to close the eyes, to look deep inside of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think all of this have a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Only in this time we can discouver how all this beauty is reflected inside of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Discovering how can we have an active spirit movement,... an high sky looking throw the concept of our values,... a colored paint of our feelings,... a perfumed breath of our words... a perfect reticulated shape design of the main veins of our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It must exist a spring, at least, every year in our life. We must let the spring lead us to a new generated life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That is what I will be praying for all next weekend in the silence of this joyfull, musical, unstopble spring time, by praying and directing all my atention to the One that created it and gave it all to us... to LIVE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/The%20return.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/200/The%20return.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114356499732002824?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114356499732002824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114356499732002824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114356499732002824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114356499732002824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/03/reflections-of-spring.html' title='Reflections of the Spring'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114250442118919976</id><published>2006-03-16T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:20:21.230Z</updated><title type='text'>New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are so many things, notices, images, that shows the worsest things in the world and only a few showing the highness, the lovely, the perfection of this great creation where we LIVE and wich we are really made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There was a time when I thought that if we shouted this LIVE more and more, higher and higher we could be heard sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But now I'm shure that, sometimes, our silent words transposed to our LIVIng acts, could be the best shouting voice we could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was looking to the sea, and there's nothing like letting our spirit float by the wings of the dream upon this fresh salted wind that rides us beyond this living nature, this nature force, to a place where everything is so consistent, so perfect, so mature,  so aLIVE. I want to take part in the creation of this New World where anybody could LIVE.&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/23506228-114250442118919976?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114250442118919976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114250442118919976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114250442118919976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114250442118919976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-world.html' title='New World'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114200130249423618</id><published>2006-03-10T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T09:33:06.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Garden of Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Garden%20of%20pleasures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/400/Garden%20of%20pleasures.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This morning, I waked up with the "Garden of Senses" melody in my head. This kind of things are happening often in this last times and I don't know why. Or.. may be yes,... "Music was [almost] my first Love and it will be my last" as John Miles sings, so it is natural that it LIVEs on many places of my sub-conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I started thinking 'why that music?' (I don't hear it since a long, long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years and still now, Vangelis has my admiration, specially as a composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; One thing that it is really amazing is how he can enter in all the context of the music.. and LIVE the feelings that surrounds all the pictures, all the colors, all the breathes that the music can transmit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; When we hear the "China" album or the "1492" we are transported immediately to the scene of the theme, to the time of the picture, to the feelings... all the feelings that are behind the rythm, the notes, the melody,... the softly touch of each instrument, the gratest entusiasm of the orchestra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; May be that's why I love so much being, creating and LIVE in the Imagination Scenaries, transporting to our reality, in all ways,.. visual,.. mental,.. spiritual,... all the reachness of such imaginated worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; We can LIVE without them, for sure... But life could be so much pleasured if we paint it with this imaginated world music colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We can turn our life into this garden of senses where we breathe this music, this magic, this new world, this feeling of been aLIVE anywhere else and being present, here, today, at the same time, where we can sing the true colors of love through an open and freely heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Yes. There is that garden on my mind where I know that I want to LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; "Days of the garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Days in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Warm in my secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Lost in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Love, sweet as water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Love, sweet as wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Sing with your heart (hold me, hold me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; With your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; With your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; With your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; With your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; With your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; From, "Page Of Life" album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Vangelis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3search.ru/m3u.html?id=79042"&gt;Demo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114200130249423618?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114200130249423618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114200130249423618' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114200130249423618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114200130249423618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/03/garden-of-pleasures.html' title='Garden of Pleasures'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114183200794574730</id><published>2006-03-08T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:16:02.216Z</updated><title type='text'>SHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/1600/Mando%20Gomez%20-%20woman-in-red-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4981/2141/320/Mando%20Gomez%20-%20woman-in-red-1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo: Mando Gomez - Woman in Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;To all the woman in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;known and unknown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;alive or imortalized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;forgotten or memorized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hopping that I can remember them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;each day of the year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;each second of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;respecting and loving them more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She, is more than a looking sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;More than a home where I arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;More than a shelter, warmy, at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She is the music I wish to see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And tunes my smile to be alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And only music can make it so bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the face I can't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The trace of pleasure or regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be my treasure or the price I have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the song that summer sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the chill that autumn brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be a hundred different things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Within the measure of a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the beauty or the beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the famine or the feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May turn each day into a heaven or a hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She may be the mirror of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The smile reflected in a stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She may not be what she may seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Inside her shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who always seems so happy in a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Whose eyes can be so private and so proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No one's allowed to see them when they cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the love that cannot hope to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May come to me from shadows of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That I'll remember till the day I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;May be the reason I survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The why and wherefore I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'll take her laughter and her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And make them all my souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For where she goes I've got to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The meaning of my life is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;She, oh she"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SHE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elvis Costello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/eras/B00000J2VF001004/102-3630939-1496068"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Demo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23506228-114183200794574730?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114183200794574730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114183200794574730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114183200794574730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114183200794574730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/03/she.html' title='SHE'/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23506228.post-114164700204812691</id><published>2006-03-06T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:19:32.190Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There will be a time, a moment, when we won't need to be part of a big web community to share with all mankind what we realy feel, what we need to say, what my LIVing life is made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Somehow, we are expecting that someone, someday, would create for us that virtual world where we'll be in continuous connection; so there is no reason to think about it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wrong. There is a light upon you that focus your life, to be and take part of this universal need of expressing ourselfs today, saying our feelings in the lines of comunications, being in a universal selfconscious status. We can be always in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I would like to feel the light of your life and share your, mine, our reasons to LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause we never feel the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause we never use the same words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cause we might be aparted of life and unknow that there is always one more reason to LIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LIVE!&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/23506228-114164700204812691?l=l-i-v-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/feeds/114164700204812691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23506228&amp;postID=114164700204812691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114164700204812691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23506228/posts/default/114164700204812691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://l-i-v-e.blogspot.com/2006/03/there-will-be-time-moment-when-we-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Samuel Lino</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/118230175744908720397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sLhdaMd3a5A/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/1FEYJV3sC5I/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
