<?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-19153274</id><updated>2011-12-28T00:20:05.212-08:00</updated><category term='Germany'/><category term='Peru'/><category term='Momentos privilegiados'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='Growing up'/><category term='AIESEC XP'/><category term='Celeste&apos;s &quot;real&quot; world'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Pages of my diary'/><category term='Reminiscences'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='France'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Shaping my path'/><category term='Ukraine'/><category term='Switzerland'/><title type='text'>... De conceptos rotos está hecho el mundo ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-1853216569449783835</id><published>2011-11-30T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:20:05.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><title type='text'>Situaciones privilegiadas y momentos perfectos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tengo una cualidad rara y preciosa.., un poder que duerme por decisión propia aunque a veces espere que se despierte.., aunque existan momentos en que pareciera que mi deseo sí se hizo realidad hace unos años.., sólo debo practicar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tengo el poder de conjurar situaciones privilegiadas y momentos perfectos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;De niña me perdí un poco con la gimnasia artística, la profesión de mi padre, las competencias de natación y de baseball, pero me encontré a mí misma lanzándome del segundo piso porque puedo volar, y respirando bajo el agua porque viví en el mar hace poco.., recordé mi alma con todos esos viajes privilegiados y todas aquellas premoniciones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No me di cuenta en qué momento se filtró un factor más en mis momentos perfectos.., y a veces otorgué papeles más importantes que el mío en las dulces tragedias, entonces el éxito de aquellos momentos estaba en sus manos.., una responsabilidad abrumadora indeed.., donde el resultado no sería suficiente.., aunque lo fuera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Cómo quería que convirtieras esos signos anunciadores y situaciones privilegiadas en momentos perfectos.., en aquellos momentos donde ninguna interrupción mundana está permitida, ni el frío, ni el hambre, ni el sueño, ni el dolor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Y me sentía tan 'loca' al lado de tu cordura.., como una actriz fuera de lugar.., y aunque todos somos actores.., yo era muy buena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Entiendo.. y al hacerlo voy en busca de deshacerme de mi necesidad de esos momentos perfectos.., reconozco que nada existente viene a posarse sobre mí para cambiarme o iluminarme, soy yo la que transforma energía, la que existe, la que siente, la que busca.., pero sé que dejándolos ir será la única forma de vivirlos.., porque ciertamente, no existen aquellos momentos perfectos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sí existen aquellas situaciones privilegiadas que uno debe aprovechar y convertirlas en los más bellos recuerdos.., porque si de algo estoy segura es de que no deseo construir mis recuerdos con mi presente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Amar es toda una hazaña..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;que se desarrolla en el momento adecuado para cada uno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-family: georgia; "&gt;y aún así se necesita energía, disponibilidad y cierto coraje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;para saltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.. un riesgo que paga muy alto y duplica todo por 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;..un equipo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-1853216569449783835?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1853216569449783835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/situaciones-privilegiadas-y-momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1853216569449783835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1853216569449783835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/situaciones-privilegiadas-y-momentos.html' title='Situaciones privilegiadas y momentos perfectos..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3469877886936926217</id><published>2010-10-27T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:20:08.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forse bastava respirare.., solo respirare muy lento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;fino a riprendersi ogni battito e non cercare lattimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;per andar via.., 'non andare via'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;perchè non può essere abitudine senza te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Invece no.., non cè più tempo per spiegare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;per chiedere se 'te amé lo suficiente'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;io sono qui.., e avrei da dire ancora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perchè si spezzano tra i denti le cose più importanti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;esas palabras que nunca escucharás..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;y las sumergo en un lamento per farle risalire e riportarle qui,&lt;br /&gt;le senti tu.., pesano e si posano per sempre su di noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;pero si me faltas tú, no las puedo repetir.., io non riesco a dirle più..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;En cambio no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;qui piovono i ricordi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;de aquellos días que corríamos al viento..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;quiero soñar.. que puedo hablarte ahora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ed io farei di più, di ammettere che è tardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;come vorrei poter parlare ancora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;E invece no.., non ho più tempo per spiegare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;avevo anchio qualcosa da sperare davanti a me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;qualcosa da finire insieme a te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forse mi basta con esperar.. e solo respirare muy lento..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forse è tardi.., forse invece no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/W8s9PcBvisc" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3469877886936926217?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3469877886936926217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/10/forse-bastava-respirare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3469877886936926217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3469877886936926217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/10/forse-bastava-respirare.html' title=''/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/W8s9PcBvisc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6579445025002835254</id><published>2010-07-17T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:56:56.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><title type='text'>Aún no se llenaba la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y me quedé en suspenso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;con la ilusión a cuestas..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;con la esperanza guardada en el bolsillo roto de un pantalón..&lt;br /&gt;en el baúl sin fondo de mis decepciones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Será que aún no se llenaba la luna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Y me quedé en suspenso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;con una historia breve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;en los niveles más bajos de los latidos del corazón..&lt;br /&gt;entre lo inverosímil de mis frustraciones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será.. que aún no se llenaba la luna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pqvI-6NRN_A" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-6579445025002835254?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6579445025002835254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/07/aun-no-se-llenaba-la-luna_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6579445025002835254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6579445025002835254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/07/aun-no-se-llenaba-la-luna_18.html' title='Aún no se llenaba la luna'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pqvI-6NRN_A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6467206303705767812</id><published>2010-06-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:44:19.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><title type='text'>Regalar esta noche y pedir de vuelta mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quisiera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... devolver esta noche mi sexto sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunque lo pida de vuelta mañana por la mañana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dejar mis delirios a un lado.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o poder mentirme a mí misma diciendo que eso es lo que son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'delirios' de una mente con heridas y condicionamientos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quisiera volver a ser mala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunque me arrepienta mañana..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunque sea mentira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;volver a burlarme del romance y que mi oscuridad también apliqué a tí..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..como quisiera volver a estar ciega de seguridad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuando te hiciste tan fuerte, tan agudo y tan místico?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cuando te salieron ojos para imagenes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vete esta vez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta vez elijo desterrarte porque me estás mintiendo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. por favor que me estés mintiendo..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que se alineen las estrellas y te venzan con amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que la fuerza de nuestra conexión haga que él escuche mi voz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aún está a tiempo.., o quizá no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que la luna le recuerde lo que va a perder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y que las montañas que tanto ama lo hagan detenerse esta vez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy regalo mis delirios de sexto sentido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero los pediré de vuelta mañana por la mañana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-6467206303705767812?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6467206303705767812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/06/regalar-esta-noche-y-pedir-de-vuelta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6467206303705767812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6467206303705767812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/06/regalar-esta-noche-y-pedir-de-vuelta.html' title='Regalar esta noche y pedir de vuelta mañana'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-5016233969482005965</id><published>2009-10-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:01:36.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Maravilla de una noche de leyenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un inicio en la sorpresa de un encuentro casual..,&lt;br /&gt;.. si es que existe algo como un inicio cuando la noche juega al azar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sin saber, sin planear, sin calcular..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como ocurren las cosas más hermosas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuimos creando una maravilla y una ofrenda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un ángel las vió y quiso tenerlas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora sé que su intención no era exactamente esa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperó otra época.., una lucha, una distracción..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aprovechó una cadena de locuras y una pizca de inmadurez necesaria.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tan necesaria en la humanidad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y qué locuras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprovechó el sabio ciclo de la vida y el consecuente ciclo del amor..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y por qué no.., aprovechó los miedos terrenales.., tán básicos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aprovechó que eramos dos, y se las llevó..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora sé que sólo las quería prestadas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sintió ternura, felicidad y calor..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esculpió con su aliento una vez más nuestra maravilla y ofrenda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..hasta que se volvió leyenda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y esparció aquello desde su corazón..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quién fuera el afortunado mi amor.., quienes fueran.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;con un tesoro de verdad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunque los conceptos de felicidad no puedan nunca cambiar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y nos devolvió con un toque mágico lo que tomó prestado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;después de la lucha, después de la tiranía de la cordura..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque nos vió.., porque fue y es nuestro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;el mejor de los tesoros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque lo creamos los dos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397878001457648050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SukdcXHHUbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pRW3B7F_Xgw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-5016233969482005965?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5016233969482005965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/10/maravilla-de-una-noche-de-leyenda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5016233969482005965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5016233969482005965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/10/maravilla-de-una-noche-de-leyenda.html' title='Maravilla de una noche de leyenda'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SukdcXHHUbI/AAAAAAAAAj4/pRW3B7F_Xgw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6442829321162178258</id><published>2009-07-02T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:07:16.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>I'm writing my life as I live it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now.., I really see how challenges surprise you all of a sudden.., things you wouldn't imagine you will have to deal with.., and yes.., the troubles I've lived never crossed my mind when, some years ago, I used to think about my future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I keep doing things that scare me though.., I strongly recommend that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I try not to spend my time on jelousy and I kept all my love letters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I started to take care of my body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I dance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I laugh.., I strecht :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a great bond with my parents I didn't have before..,&lt;br /&gt;and I have friends to hold on, friends that will stay timeless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only one thing didn't change:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still don't know what I will do with my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. and that's good.., cause I want surprises.., I prefer to write my life as I live it.., day by day.., page by page.., it's good for me not to have all my life figured out.., I don't wanna know where I will be tomorrow.., I just wanna know what makes my world goes round.., that's enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling this moment is a good one to listen to these advices again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has always moved me and everytime I hear it I see another side of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will always remember to dance, laugh and stretch..,&lt;br /&gt;to dare to love and to dare to write..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDRId6QmNTA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDRId6QmNTA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/19153274-6442829321162178258?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6442829321162178258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-writing-my-life-as-i-live-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6442829321162178258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6442829321162178258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-writing-my-life-as-i-live-it.html' title='I&apos;m writing my life as I live it..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-5440400772035450160</id><published>2009-06-09T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:05:29.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Just.. 'disarming..'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the most amazing and disarming melodies I've heard.., &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;capable of exalt my very deep and pure emotions..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/-ZJDNSp1QJA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/-ZJDNSp1QJA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-5440400772035450160?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5440400772035450160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-disarming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5440400772035450160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5440400772035450160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-disarming.html' title='Just.. &apos;disarming..&apos;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6017097938466819710</id><published>2009-06-04T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:11:52.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Vuelvo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Vuelvo..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;quiero creer que estoy volviendo..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;con mi peor y mi mejor historia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;conozco este camino de memoria..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;pero igual me sorprendo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hay tanto siempre que no llega nunca..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;tanta osadía, tanta paz dispersa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;tanta luz que era sombra y viceversa..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y tanta vida trunca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Vuelvo y pido perdón por la tardanza..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;se debe a que hice muchos borradores..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;me quedan dos o tres viejos rencores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;y sólo una confianza..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mario Benedetti&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/19153274-6017097938466819710?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6017097938466819710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/06/vuelvo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6017097938466819710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6017097938466819710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/06/vuelvo.html' title='Vuelvo'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-115753875425309147</id><published>2009-05-28T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:33:35.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Venice, the queen of Italy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh80E2mFzMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4mP97DvtWvY/s1600-h/DSC01699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh80E2mFzMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4mP97DvtWvY/s400/DSC01699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341044941064096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Definitely the queen of Italy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A city that makes us instantly evoke this sweet and magic country.., a place that makes us evoke Vivaldi, Bellini, Tiziano, Tintoretto and Marco Polo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I didn't get to visit Florence in spring, but certainly Venice was my favorite place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the north of Italy, in the coast of Adriatic Sea, we can find one the most attractive and peculiar cities in our planet, that was one of the most important commercial power that has ever existed in the Mediterranean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Venice traded with the Byzantine Empire and the Muslim world, becoming the most prosperous city in the whole Europe in 13 century, that's when they built all those superb palaces and support the work of the most talented and greatest artists..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh83l1BweEI/AAAAAAAAAic/7n0QWQCs-Cw/s1600-h/In+Venezia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh83l1BweEI/AAAAAAAAAic/7n0QWQCs-Cw/s400/In+Venezia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341048806113835074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What a history from V century!, when Germanic invasions lead some Roman citizens to take refuge in the islands.., its marvelous height and the sad decline, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as history repeats..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, while I take a walk through the Great Canal, it just doesn't seem to matter how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;many times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Venice was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;devastated.., nothing compares its majestuosity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And Piazza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;San Marcos was magic.., standing in the same heart of the Renaissance Venice, I felt I was in another era, living some moments I watch once in a while in movies.., maybe in a fancy party with a superb dress, or in a colossal concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with multiple choruses and instrumental groups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to travel alone to this exceptional place, but timing was not good and I was not sure if I was going to be again so near Venice as I was then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, I enjoyed it to the maximum and all I did was painting some memories and images in mind, to share them with you some day.., and maybe, just maybe, I will also have that romantic gondola tour I refused to take this time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh899bOBaWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vaY_YC1jsIg/s1600-h/DSC01640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh899bOBaWI/AAAAAAAAAi4/vaY_YC1jsIg/s400/DSC01640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341055808572582242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Great Canal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh88ONrOeEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ddOLiD04Iic/s1600-h/DSC01693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh88ONrOeEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ddOLiD04Iic/s400/DSC01693.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341053897971497026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Venice Lagoon&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/19153274-115753875425309147?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/115753875425309147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/01/venice-exotic-place-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/115753875425309147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/115753875425309147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/01/venice-exotic-place-in-pictures.html' title='Venice, the queen of Italy'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh80E2mFzMI/AAAAAAAAAhU/4mP97DvtWvY/s72-c/DSC01699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3801199191685811101</id><published>2009-05-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:36:53.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>My moments, pictures and thoughts in Venice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My father told me Piazza San Marcos was incredibly beautiful, and he wasn't wrong..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think here I had one of the greatest moments of my whole trip..&lt;/span&gt;, coming back to Renaissance, as I described in my last post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh99n0OqFgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/TFegc9-AX90/s1600-h/In+Piazza+San+Marcos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh99n0OqFgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/TFegc9-AX90/s400/In+Piazza+San+Marcos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341125806073189890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;My moment in Piazza San Marcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh98hKXf-SI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Arj12ls9Hcs/s1600-h/DSC01689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh98hKXf-SI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Arj12ls9Hcs/s400/DSC01689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341124592245143842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was so beautiful to be in a city without any roads at all, something totally different for me.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cars just doesn't exist there and actually gondolas are only for us, romantic turists, cause taxi botes and private botes are the transportation used in everyday basis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going in botes through the Great Canal, walking through some of the 400 bridges and passing by some of those 177 small canals that make 118 islands.., I keep thinking it would have been great to have some great company.., but in this moment of my life I can totally use some time alone to think about all what comes: like applying to MC Peru before January 6th, meeting my boyfriend in Rome, trying to get to Ukraine without dying in the attempt, build some LCs there, make my way to Poland and PEACE project.., then Belgium and Netherlands, for mention some..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh-A_sn1QfI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Dq9K3krQs6I/s1600-h/Gondola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh-A_sn1QfI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Dq9K3krQs6I/s320/Gondola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341129514883039730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes.., my Venice time was only for me, an even if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;missed t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;king that gondola with someone special, I think it was a sweet and a deep trip on my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know someday I will take that 'romantic gondola or bote', maybe not in Venice but in some other exquisite place.., maybe Turkey, Greece or Thailand, or maybe in Peru..&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w169.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Venezia/5a44354a.pbw" width="480" height="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Venezia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5a44354a.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&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/19153274-3801199191685811101?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3801199191685811101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-moments-pictures-and-thoughts-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3801199191685811101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3801199191685811101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-moments-pictures-and-thoughts-in.html' title='My moments, pictures and thoughts in Venice'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh99n0OqFgI/AAAAAAAAAjI/TFegc9-AX90/s72-c/In+Piazza+San+Marcos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3117945697913699457</id><published>2009-05-27T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:59:45.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>David Cook's or Chris Cornell's Billie Jean??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Jackson's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billie_Jean"&gt;Billie Jean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;was great without a doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always liked the lyrics and the story behind it.., you know it was real life for Michael Jackson, when a fan claimed he was the father of her son..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if I love dance pop, I always felt the lyrics just didn't match the rhythm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In 2008, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Cornell&lt;/span&gt;, ex-Soundgarden and ex-Audioslave made a great cover that is in his new disco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.davidcookofficial.com/"&gt;David Cook&lt;/a&gt; made a great performance on stage during American Idol 2008 competition, and I think that night, with Billie Jean's cover, people started seeing him as the American Idol winner, after that he kept gaining momentum until he beat awesome David Archuleta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After listening these 2008 new versions, oh my God!!!, how amazing was BILLIE JEAN???, it's like I just discover it and I can't get enough of Billie Jean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't really describe what I feel when I listen to them but it's like a sweet pain in my stomach and a high emotion that takes my breath away during high vocals and amazing arregements..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of discussion of which version is the best, or which singer is the best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;So, which one do you like the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Chris Cornell's Billie Jean, or David Cook's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UuAEkCobQ7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UuAEkCobQ7k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-8929375741009098187</id><published>2009-05-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:28:36.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>Una de aquellas cosas que me dejó Mario Benedetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No te salves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"No te quedes inmóvil al borde del camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no congeles el júbilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShJESwoIJEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/12ZnZ9IFsjs/s1600-h/benedetti02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShJESwoIJEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/12ZnZ9IFsjs/s320/benedetti02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337403597469000770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no quieras con desgana,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te salves ahora ni nunca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te salves.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te llenes de calma,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reserves del mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo un rincón tranquilo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dejes caer los párpados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesados como juicios,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te quedes sin labios,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te duermas sin sueño,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te pienses sin sangre,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te juzgues sin tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pero si, pese a todo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no puedes evitarlo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShJD2Ge9RsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NcxiMaFsteY/s1600-h/Mario+Benedetti+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShJD2Ge9RsI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NcxiMaFsteY/s320/Mario+Benedetti+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337403105119913666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y congelas el júbilo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y quieres con desgana,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te salvas ahora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y te llenas de calma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y reservas del mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sólo un rincón tranquilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dejas caer los párpados&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesados como juicios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y te secas sin labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te duermes sin sueño,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te piensas sin sangre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te juzgas sin tiempo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te quedas inmóvil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;al borde del camino,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te salvas;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no te quedes conmigo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sololiteratura.com/ben/benedettiprincipal.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mario Benedetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un luchador, un soñador, un hombre con una sensibilidad y capacidad de amar inigualables,&lt;br /&gt;.. el mundo necesita que te recordemos.. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1920 - 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PD: Yo te dejo, esta noche de insomnio, de pensamientos desesperados que calmaste con uno de tus poemas, y por supuesto.., una lapicera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Celeste..&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/19153274-8929375741009098187?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8929375741009098187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-de-aquellas-cosas-que-me-dejo-mario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/8929375741009098187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/8929375741009098187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-de-aquellas-cosas-que-me-dejo-mario.html' title='Una de aquellas cosas que me dejó Mario Benedetti'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShJESwoIJEI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/12ZnZ9IFsjs/s72-c/benedetti02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2065313286837768533</id><published>2009-04-06T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:04:03.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>10 cosas que decir a las 5:09am..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tuve un sueño y desperté.., no tenía activado mi filtro aún y sentí la necesidad de escribir.., además añadí algunas &lt;u&gt;cosas 'reales'&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Me parece muy asertivo decidir NO tomar ninguna decisión en ciertos momentos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Por lo tanto, entiendo y estoy de acuerdo en no pensar, en no hacer nada, y aunque genere incertidumbre, comprendo que debo saber esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Si dije que necesito protegerme, es SOLO eso, es subirme en mi montaña rusa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Pero que NO se entienda que estoy rindiéndome, NO es así, me equivoqué cuando dije que no tenía fuerzas para luchar, eso no pasará jamás, aunque lo diga mil veces.., aunque sienta angustia en el estómago y en la garganta.., aunque me caiga una vez más..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Tengo tanto en la vida, en todos los niveles, y a diferencia de aquellas montañas rusas que son efímeras y coyunturales, tengo mucha estructura, lo sé porque eso me hace fuerte y capaz de soltar las 'convenciones sociales'. Esa base sólida la iniciaron mis padres y fue el mejor regalo que pude recibir jamás, luego, it was all ME, lo hice yo, e hice un buen trabajo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Sin embargo, no existe la vida 'perfecta', ni la relación 'perfecta' y siempre habrán personas y situaciones que nos 'gusten' más o nos apasionen más. Lo que importa realmente es saber mantener la estructura.&lt;br /&gt;La nuestra?: nuestra conexion innata, nuestra similar visión epistemológica del mundo, nuestra inteligencia emocional, nuestra madurez, y el 'amor'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Con el tiempo, las emociones intensas pasan; con el tiempo, uno se da cuenta de que esas personas 'perfectas, con cualidades admirables que nos envolvían tanto' no siempre son tan reales, estables o constantes en el tiempo, se les acaba la energía generada por la montaña rusa, aparecen los defectos, las inconsistencias, y todos vuelven a necesitar el silencio; todos al final vuelven a ser imperfectos ya que la deseabilidad social es insostenible!, y te queda aquella persona con la que eres real, sin maquillar la personalidad, sin temor a generar caídas desde la nube, cómodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Qué fácil es estar solo cuando uno está rodeado de estímulos positivos 24x7, pero cómo cambiarán las perspectivas cuando tengamos que afrontar caídas, fracasos y responsabilidades propias del ciclo de la vida, como cuidar de nuestros hermanos y atender a nuestros padres, o dejarlos partir. Cómo dejan de importar las maripositas en el estómago cuando se tiene a alguien que te lee la mente y que será tu mayor pilar en ese tipo de momentos. Y no me engañas ni te engañes, sé que yo soy el tuyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Vive y disfruta todos tus momentos, que son muchos e intensos, y busca un tiempo suficiente  para compartirlos con alguien especial, si no, se perderán de alguna forma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Valora la comprensión y entrégala tu también; yo hoy te quiero regalar mi paciencia y mi madurez. Así, equilibraré mi compañía sutil con ese espacio que necesitas para vivir tu montaña rusa, porque eso es lo que significa una relación..&lt;br /&gt;Y sin querer, hoy encontré otra definición del concepto 'amor': 'saber cuando regalar 'libertad' y saber luchar con el silencio'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Sometimes when you win, you loose..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-2065313286837768533?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2065313286837768533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-cosas-que-decir-las-509am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2065313286837768533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2065313286837768533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/04/10-cosas-que-decir-las-509am.html' title='10 cosas que decir a las 5:09am..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3564229681387633830</id><published>2009-03-28T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:56:27.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>My sixth sense was right..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exactly 1 month ago, my sixth sense told me so but I didn't want to listen because it seemed so incredible.., I couldn't believe thoughts or feelings can 'change' that quickly..&lt;br /&gt;Is it a matter of selfishness?&lt;br /&gt;Was that the real reason I didn't travel there??&lt;br /&gt;Is really all around so freaking amazing that makes EVERYTHING ELSE look as the borest thing in the world???&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;No, definitely I'm not!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's 'real' if people change values, priorities, feelings, sense of responsibility, likes and dislikes in 1 month, not even in 2..&lt;br /&gt;Is fitting in so important?.., we are not 15 anymore..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I understand..&lt;br /&gt;I understand it cause I know the power of vanity, the power of membership and the power of those incentives that make life so new that you just want more and more, as if you don't realize that nothing is 'new' forever, and nothing is freaking amazing forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my sixth sense was right..&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to feel that right now, trivial things are more certain and more important than deep ones.., when I never asked a choice to be made.., when you can have both.., when I can have both..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. it hurts to feel I'm not enough or not that freaking amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But that's it.., that's love.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause we all grow up in the process and we all have the right to be selfish, to doubt, to be afraid, to make mistakes, to learn, and to say 'I'm sorry'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love isn't always fair for both parts at the same time, and it is a whole package..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is to accept that sometimes when you win, you loose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll maybe loose a little part of your freedom; but you win the best reason to smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; win a person with whom you'll share your losts, your tears and your successes.., withouth any mask, withouth any repairs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how lucky would we be if we can have both!&lt;br /&gt;I think not so many people can say that.., and I totally believe I give that in my relationship, when did we deny each other some freedom?.., we have that, we give each other that great balance.., so.. isn't THAT freaking amazing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobody said it would be easy though..&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that in a crisis we both can not be selfish at the very same time..,&lt;br /&gt;and I understand it's not my turn to be selfish now..,&lt;br /&gt;So I will shut up cause that's my best shot to make my point.. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19153274-3564229681387633830?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3564229681387633830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sixth-sense-was-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3564229681387633830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3564229681387633830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sixth-sense-was-right.html' title='My sixth sense was right..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-5094774180973919791</id><published>2009-03-13T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:21:46.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>A night with Marc Anthony..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From Puerto Rico, with an impressive talent in one of my favorite genders of music, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.marcanthonyonline.com/"&gt;Marc Anthony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was here in Lima tonight, with his perfect voice that creates amazingly melodious arrangements..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me quedó cortísimo su concierto y sentí hervir mi sangre por más.., definitely I can not just listen to his musci, dancing is a MUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A pesar de que se esperaba mucho más de este concierto por la presencia de  Willie Colón, quien no pudo estar por razones de salud, Marc Anthony, con su sencillez de siempre se ganó al público al decir que trataría de compensar la ausencia de Willie lo mejor que pudiera..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sí, quizá yo esperaba un concierto de 3 horas donde estos 2 astros cantaran a dúo muchos clásicos y apasionaran a la gente con sus voces..., sin embargo, cuando escuché: 'Valió la pena' se me olvidó todo y lo único que quería era crear una super coreografía para bailar esa canción..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Volví a constatar que 'Te conozco bien' es una de mis favoritas y casi me muero cuando la escuché hacia el final del concierto.., me fascinó el arreglo de piano que escuché en 'Hasta ayer' (que me fascina también) y los timbales de 'Contra la corriente'.., realmente impresionante..; pero extrañé muchísimo la versión salsa de 'Ahora quién'..&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dejo aquí una de mis canciones favoritas y un clásico con la India :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4EigYsTvdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4EigYsTvdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUxjOtpxpFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUxjOtpxpFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/19153274-5094774180973919791?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5094774180973919791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-with-marc-anthony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5094774180973919791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5094774180973919791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-with-marc-anthony.html' title='A night with Marc Anthony..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-1864377050996997722</id><published>2009-02-28T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:09:49.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Percibiendo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The ravages of your absence finally went down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nevertheless, these days I've been stressed out about some uncertainty on my path..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today my doubt finished.., but I don't know if I'm happy with the results..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sixth sense turned on and I know how things are gonna be.., maybe it's time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Besides my professional life, I felt something else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything is great!, lots of beautiful words and conversations, some offerings of chocolate cake and pasta.., some telephatic sharing, some dancing, support, and cuddle thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Frequency went down but it's just the way it has to be, everything is great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sixth sense whispered me with the test results..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it appeared again when that 'letter' and 'planning' took place..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it spoke to me when I saw some changes.., but changes are good, right?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my sixth sense just doesn't want to go away, it's trying to tell me something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe it's just me and my ghosts.., my fears, my stubbornness to make comparisons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think I thought you didn't listen in the same way..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it wasn't a good moment maybe..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes, I understand your world even if I'm angry cause you left me waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Live.., listen.., learn.., grow up.., cry.., forget.., and start again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Meanwhile, my sixth sense keeps talking to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-1864377050996997722?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1864377050996997722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/percibiendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1864377050996997722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1864377050996997722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/percibiendo.html' title='Percibiendo..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-5143348036979327829</id><published>2009-02-16T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:29:38.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>El cuento más corto de Chejov</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]--&gt;&lt;xml style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quizá simbolismo más que argumento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dentro de mi recorrido por la cultura y literatura rusa, les presento algunos insights de la sociedad de aquel entonces en:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;xml style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ciudadseva.com/textos/cuentos/rus/chejov/ac.htm"&gt;El Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;xml style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.epdlp.com/escritor.php?id=1582"&gt;Anton Chejov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;xml style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1860 - 1904&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;xml&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El consejero administrativo Craterov, delgado y seco como la flecha del Almirantazgo, avanzó algunos pasos y, dirigiéndose a Serlavis, le dijo:&lt;br /&gt;-  Excelencia, constantemente alentados y conmovidos hasta el fondo del corazón por vuestra gran autoridad y paternal solicitud...&lt;br /&gt;-  Durante más de 10 años, -le sopló Zacoucine.&lt;br /&gt;-   Durante más de 10 años..., en este día memorable, nosotros, vuestros subordinados, ofrecemos a su excelencia, como prueba de respeto y de profunda gratitud, este álbum con nuestros retratos, haciendo votos porque vuestra noble vida se prolongue muchos años y que por largo tiempo aún, hasta la hora de la muerte nos honréis con...&lt;br /&gt;-   Vuestras paternales enseñanzas en el camino de la verdad y del progreso, -añadió Zacoucine, enjugándose las gotas de sudor que de pronto le habían invadido la frente.&lt;br /&gt;Se veía que ardía en deseos de tomar la palabra para colocar el discurso que seguramente traía preparado.&lt;br /&gt;-   Y que -concluyó- vuestro estandarte siga flotando mucho tiempo aún en la carrera del genio, del trabajo y de la conciencia social.&lt;br /&gt;Por la mejilla izquierda de Serlavis, llena de arrugas, se deslizó una lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;-   Señores -dijo con voz temblorosa-, no esperaba yo ésto, no podía imaginar que celebraseis mi modesto jubileo. Estoy emocionado, profundamente emocionado y conservaré el recuerdo de estos instantes hasta la muerte. Creedme, amigos míos, os aseguro que nadie os desea como yo tantas felicidades... Si alguna vez ha habido pequeñas dificultades... ha sido siempre en bien de todos vosotros...&lt;br /&gt;Serlavis, actual consejero de Estado, dio un abrazo a Craterov, consejero de estado administrativo, que no esperaba semejante honor y que palideció de satisfacción. Luego, con el rostro bañado en lágrimas como si le hubiesen arrebatado el precioso álbum en vez de ofrecérselo, hizo un gesto con la mano para indicar que la emoción le impedía hablar. Después, calmándose un poco, dijo unas cuantas palabras más muy afectuosas, estrechó a todos la mano y, en medio del entusiasmo y de sonoras aclamaciones, se instaló en su coche abrumado de bendiciones. Durante el trayecto sintió su pecho invadido de un júbilo desconocido hasta entonces y de nuevo se le saltaron las lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En su casa le esperaban nuevas satisfacciones. Su familia, sus amigos y conocidos, le hicieron tal ovación que hubo un momento en que creyó sinceramente haber efectuado grandes servicios a la patria y que hubiese sido una gran desgracia para ella que él no hubiese existido. Durante la comida del jubileo no cesaron los brindis, los discursos, los abrazos y las lágrimas. En fin, que Serlavis no esperaba que sus méritos fuesen premiados tan calurosamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Señores -dijo en el momento de los postres-, hace dos horas he sido indemnizado por todos los sufrimientos que esperan al hombre que se ha puesto al servicio, no ya de la forma ni de la letra, si se me permite expresarlo así, sino del deber. Durante toda mi carrera he sido siempre fiel al principio de que no es el público el que se ha hecho para nosotros, sino nosotros los que estamos hechos para él. Y hoy he recibido la más alta recompensa. Mis subordinados me han ofrecido este álbum que me ha llenado de emoción.&lt;br /&gt;Todos los rostros se inclinaron sobre el álbum para verlo.&lt;br /&gt;- ¡Qué bonito es! -dijo Olga, la hija de Serlavis-. Estoy segura de que no cuesta menos de cincuenta rublos. ¡Oh, es magnífico! ¿Me lo das, papá? Tendré mucho cuidado con él... ¡Es tan bonito!&lt;br /&gt;Después de la comida, Olga se llevó el álbum a su habitación y lo guardó en su secreter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al día siguiente arrancó los retratos de los funcionarios tirándolos al suelo y colocó en su lugar los de sus compañeras de pensión. Los uniformes cedieron el sitio a las esclavinas blancas.&lt;br /&gt;Nicolás, el hijo pequeño de su excelencia, recortó los retratos de los funcionarios y pintó sus trajes de rojo. Colocó bigotes en los labios afeitados y barbas oscuras en los mentones imberbes. Cuando no tuvo más que colorear, recortó siluetas y les atravesó los ojos con una aguja, para jugar con ellas a los soldados. Al consejero Craterov lo pegó de pie en una caja de cerillas y lo llevó colocado así al despacho de su padre.&lt;br /&gt;-  Papá, mira un monumento&lt;br /&gt;Serlavis se echó a reir, movió la cabeza y, enternecido, dio un sonoro beso en la mejilla a Nicolás.&lt;br /&gt;-  Anda pilluelo, enséñaselo a mamá para que lo vea ella también..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-5143348036979327829?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5143348036979327829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/normal-0-14-false-false-false.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5143348036979327829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5143348036979327829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/normal-0-14-false-false-false.html' title='El cuento más corto de Chejov'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-4320525964936466178</id><published>2009-02-15T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:09:11.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Details..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Some inocent and deep looks in the middle of nature, staring at the clouds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;some sweet and meaningful kisses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;really made my day, made me so happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You see, I don't need diamonds or expensive gifts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm so happy with a little detail once in a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm simple.., and so complex at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm so different but I'm still a 'woman'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;San Valentin's day was perfect because of what we share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;great memories reminiscences,&lt;br /&gt;an overview of us maybe, anyway, lots of my best memories with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.tarjetasbubba.com/postcard/223&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;http://www.gusanito.com/esp/tarjetas/postales/amor/mis_mejores_momentos/3954&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/19153274-4320525964936466178?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4320525964936466178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/4320525964936466178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/4320525964936466178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/details.html' title='Details..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-4345170806303669030</id><published>2009-02-14T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:51:36.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><title type='text'>Getting a new soul, un alma rusa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Following my New Year resolutions, today, a new soul will start enriching my life.., a russian one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I have started to learn the russian language..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumpliendo lo prometido en mi resoluciones de Año Nuevo, hoy, un alma nueva empezará a enriquecer mi vida, un alma rusa.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, he empezado a estudiar el idioma ruso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hace 3 años fui elegida para trabajar en Recursos Humanos en AIESEC UFA en Rusia, iba a vivir en un país de una historia controversial y una cultura bella y sumamente interesante.., yo vivía en Italia en esas fechas y estaba lista para mudarme pero la embajada de Rusia en Milán no me dio la visa, y con esa decisión, cambió mi rumbo de vida totalmente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago, I was selected to work in Human Resources in AIESEC UFA in Rusia, I was to live in a country with a controversial history and beautiful culture, but, the russian embassy in Milan didn't give me the visa and with that decision the path of my life totally changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Se dice que en la vida nada sucede porque sí.., y aunque jamás sabré lo que hubiera sido el 2006 en Rusia, fui increíblemente feliz en Ucrania y en Polonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe in life nothing happens just because.., and even if I'd never know what it would be 2006 in Rusia, I was incredibly happy in Ukraine and Poland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aprenderé a hablar ruso no solamente para suplir ese 'qué hubiera sido si'.., sino porque cuando estuve en Kirovograd y Mikolaiv (Ucrania) realmente me enamoré de ese sonido tan exquisito para mis oídos, y en realidad, me doy cuenta de que NO es ahora que decidí estudiar el idioma, sino aquella tarde de ese día de Enero del 2005..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn russian not only because that 'what if' but because when I was in Kirovograd and Mikolaiv (Ukraine) I fell in love with that sound so exquisite for my ears, and I realize it's not today but that afternoon on that day of January 2005 that I decided to learn the language.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Racionalmente, quiero aprender una lengua eslava, ya que sólo manejo lenguas romances y germánicas.., y qué mejor que la madre de las lenguas eslavas, con la cual podría entender también el ucraniano :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Racionally, I want to learn an slavic language, cause I only know latin and german languages so which better than the mother of slavic language with which I will understand ucranian as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomaré clases particulares, sólo sábados por cuestión de tiempo.., hoy fue la primera!, me encantó! y estoy contentísima con el profesor que me recomendaron, una persona muy culta, agradable y honesta.., cómo es la vida, no?, cada decisión que tomas te trae otras sorpresas, y en este caso, gané también un amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yo recomendaría infinitamente al profesor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;José Manuel Ballesteros&lt;/span&gt; no sólo porque enseña idiomas, historia universal, geografía y actualidad, entre otros, sino porque es un profesor de la vida misma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll take particular classes only saturdays, today was the first and I loved it!, I'm extremaly happy with my professor.., it's amazing how each decision brings other surprises, and in this case, I also will win a good friend.. I'll recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;José Manuel Ballesteros&lt;/span&gt; because he teaches languages, history, geography and literature, but mostly because he teaches about life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dejo aquí un video como muestra de lo que aprenderé..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I leave a russian video as a sample of what I will learn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTl4MGUs9QI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/4345170806303669030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/4345170806303669030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-new-soul-un-alma-rusa.html' title='Getting a new soul, un alma rusa..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3236600994341198269</id><published>2009-01-19T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:02:24.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Today, I wished time went back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes it's a little too late..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe sometimes you forget you are not alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you don't really get what it means to share your everyday with another person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your 'life moments' with the people you love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How could you know before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you will hurt and be hurted so many times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We are made to be selfish.., I believe it's a 'good' thing.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;., yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a time in your life when you HAVE to be selfish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then you start evolving and your priorities change.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course you will keep being selfish but as we grow up we have to try..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we are better humans when we try.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Today I wished time went back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made a fool of myself and I might hurted someone special..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a lot of things I don't like..,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really used to say 'NO' and I always did, no matter what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm NOT a typical vanilla sweet girl, I'm strong in my attitudes, opinions and decisions..,&lt;br /&gt;so saying 'NO' is really easy for me.., don't care about social parameters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is one of the most important things to me.., the only part of my freedom you all can see..,&lt;br /&gt;do only what my soul tells me, do only whatever I want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate when people follow others like sheeps..&lt;br /&gt;and I used to think I couldn't hate anything more than this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But today, I discovered I was wrong.., it just lost all the visceral negative meaning for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause today, I realized, yesterday I was not alone..&lt;br /&gt;and I just discovered that the thing I hate the most is hurting you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3236600994341198269?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3236600994341198269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-wished-time-went-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3236600994341198269'/><link rel='self' 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New Year resolutions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I feel free right now, after a peaceful new year's eve in a meaningful place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I expected more 'action &amp;amp; emotions' maybe, but I know that I couldn't ask for more joy in my life, and that cup of tea at 2am made me feel kind of strange with myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Muchos sentimientos encontrados, lots of emotions and some doubts, some fears and lots of hopes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008 was a year of facing trouble in my professional area, a year from which I learnt incredible things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time I can really say I know how it is to work under pressure, I know how to work without resources, to work without any help or support, against all odds, and still achive something.., I know now really how it is to fight for what you believe, even if it is a 45 years old manager who is yelling you otherwise. and I'm so proud of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can say I stood up for some things and I can say I refused some others being faithful to myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the first time, I saw what I have to improve, and for the firt time, I tried and couldn't make it in the first attempt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2008, in my personal life, was a year of decisions and personal discoveries..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the first time, I had to accept that some of those decisions were not in my hands.., it was very complex to realize what it means to be in a relationship in terms of decisions.., my decisions, your decisions.., but there was something new: we had 'our' decisions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it is the first time for both of us (even if we had another relationships), so it's not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; easy at all and it involves quite some maturity and growing up.., but we have a good structure and strong confidence for doing this and it makes me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;009 I have some resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCjhTZZJgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6AHdeBdciis/s1600-h/DSCN1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCjhTZZJgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6AHdeBdciis/s320/DSCN1557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336945350971827714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To achieve another step in my professional life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To make a complete change on my habits according to a healthy life style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To get a new soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To water and take care of my relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To give a gift to my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To get a new heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To write&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/19153274-1244901097907077276?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1244901097907077276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/holistic-view-of-2008-and-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1244901097907077276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1244901097907077276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/holistic-view-of-2008-and-new-year.html' title='A holistic view of 2008 and New Year resolutions!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCjhTZZJgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6AHdeBdciis/s72-c/DSCN1557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-7281826697903094201</id><published>2008-12-18T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:35:47.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><title type='text'>Leadership Program in USA.., so very proud..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;December 17th, 2008..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Piero Ponce Falcón was selected for the Leadership Program that will take place in Georgetown University..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He will kill me for publishing this.., but I can't help how proud I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm proud of you for more reasons than your intelligence.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I admire you for all your qualities and your will to move on.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I love you for all those weakness you share with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These good news were a perfect closure for this year full of joy by your side..,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's gonna be a year since we decided to share something more and I only know I feel happy and peaceful next to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe balance took some time to arrive to us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We thought it would be the same, with just some typical role playing, but we were clueless, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are learning to know each other in a different way and we are increasing even more our sinergy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish you the BEST in Washington!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;New experiences, new friends, new problems for you to grow up even more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will be with you sharing all those exciting moments and you will be with me through my 'life moments'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just told me something really beautiful..,&lt;br /&gt;Yes.., you are one of biggest supports for me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We will celebrate this soon, and i&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n June, you will share with me everything you experience there.. until then, a sweet goodbye baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/19153274-7281826697903094201?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-662788972789352566</id><published>2008-10-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T19:47:24.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Quiero saber si puedes.., quiero saber si eres..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No me interesa lo que haces para ganarte la vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber cuál es tu dolor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y si te atreves a soñar que te permites encontrar lo que tu corazón añora..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si te arriesgarías a parecer un tonto por amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;por tus sueños, o por la aventura de estar vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No me interesa qué planetas hacen la cuadratura de tu luna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quiero saber si has tocado el centro de tu propia angustia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;si las traiciones de la vida te han abierto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o si te has encogido o cerrado por el temor a sentir más dolor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sólo quiero saber si puedes sentarte con el dolor, mío y tuyo..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sin moverte para esconderlo o para resolverlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si puedes estar con el placer, mío y tuyo..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;si puedes danzar salvajemente y dejar que el éxtasis te llene hastas las yemas de los dedos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sin advertirte a tí mismo que debes tener cuidado y ser realista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ni recordarte las limitaciones de ser humano..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No me interesa si es verdadera la historia que me cuentas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si puedes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;soportar la acusación de ser un traidor sin traicionar tu alma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si puedes ponerte de pie, después de haber abrazado una noche de dolor y desesperanza, agotado y golpeado hasta los huesos, y aún así ser capaz de perdonar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sólo quiero saber si puedes percibir la belleza aún cuando no todo es bello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y si puedes encontra la fuente de tu vida en la esencia de él o ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si puedes vivir con el fracaso, tuyo y mío, y a pesar de ello pararte a la orilla del mar y gritar a la luna que volverás a empezar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No me interesa quién eres ni cómo llegaste aquí..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si permanecerías conmigo en el centro del fuego sin echarte para atrás..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quiero saber si te agrada verdaderamente la compañía que buscas en tus momentos vacíos..&lt;br /&gt;Quiero saber qué es lo que sostiene desde adentro cuando todo lo demás falla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From 'Oriah' and a little 'me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-662788972789352566?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/662788972789352566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiero-saber-si-puedes-quiero-saber-si.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/662788972789352566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/662788972789352566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/10/quiero-saber-si-puedes-quiero-saber-si.html' title='Quiero saber si puedes.., quiero saber si eres..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2392884764956168946</id><published>2008-05-08T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:01:23.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>American Idol's 2 winners: David Cook &amp; David Archuleta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know American Idol can't have 2 winners.., but I can't decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Both of them have amazing vocals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think David Cook is brilliant with arragements and creativity!, I always like his versions way more than originals, like this cover he made of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pqhpjnc8Jp0"&gt;Mariah Carey's 'Always be my baby'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta is also brilliant transmiting deep and sweet feelings, and his charisma is just unique.., I've always like Collins' Another day in paradise but I've never really sense it like it did now.., maybe I was not paying attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSdJM3Y86rE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSdJM3Y86rE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" 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href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2392884764956168946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idols-2-winners-david-cook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2392884764956168946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2392884764956168946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/american-idols-2-winners-david-cook.html' title='American Idol&apos;s 2 winners: David Cook &amp; David Archuleta..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-7287549643995190659</id><published>2008-05-07T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:03:32.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>David Cook or David Archuleta..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;David Archuleta maybe is the “one to beat” in this American Idol season.., b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ut David Cook just keep gaining momentum each week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some people say no one saw him coming, but.., I remember Cook's audition with 'Living on a prayer' and it was awesome, I even like more his version than Bon Jovi's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So David Archuleta or David Cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Season 7 is about to end and I love them both.., they are so different though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While the first one makes tears come to my eyes.., the other one makes my heart goes really fast until I feel I can't breath of the emotion.., so.. I don't know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I kind of wish they were on different seasons, so they don't have to compete against each other..&lt;/span&gt;, actually, they can't compete.., they are too different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiiVNX50pr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiiVNX50pr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bXg7EIatPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4bXg7EIatPY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/19153274-7287549643995190659?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7287549643995190659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-or-david-archuleta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/7287549643995190659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/7287549643995190659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-or-david-archuleta.html' title='David Cook or David Archuleta..!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-4712079259260973504</id><published>2008-01-07T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T18:12:43.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peru'/><title type='text'>Ayacucho, Peru - City of souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8OvzCxLZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RDbk1Bj2Gx8/s1600-h/Walking+around+in+Luricocha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8OvzCxLZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RDbk1Bj2Gx8/s400/Walking+around+in+Luricocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341003897403157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I spent New Year's in Ayacucho, Peru.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I came back with lots of memories and great moments lived..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was my first time there but, unexpectedly, I will come back many times more because, somehow, Ayacucho has become a second home for me from now on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With this new year, I have some news in my personal life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm not quite sure about the implications and of course I'm kind of scared of how to handle it.., but I'm excited and very happy with this new situation and this beautiful way to start this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I enjoyed the city! and loved to be in contac with nature and be able to see things from another perspective, the simplicity of some things and the mystic of others..&lt;br /&gt;My small vacations in the city of souls and churches made me think about my dreams and plans for life.., very soon I will take another step in my professional life and, little by little, I'm following my goals.., maybe to share it with an special personal was just the thing I needed.., and of course I'm also happy to see your dreams coming true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends, you are invited to Ayacucho any time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some memories of my first visit to Ayacucho - Peru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w169.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Ayacucho/7077f7f5.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Ayacucho/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7077f7f5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&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/19153274-4712079259260973504?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4712079259260973504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayacucho-rincon-de-las-almas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/4712079259260973504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/4712079259260973504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayacucho-rincon-de-las-almas.html' title='Ayacucho, Peru - City of souls'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8OvzCxLZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/RDbk1Bj2Gx8/s72-c/Walking+around+in+Luricocha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-788462309613998617</id><published>2008-01-05T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:41:59.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peru'/><title type='text'>Ayacucho - Mi nuevo rincón de almas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8TRMdNnGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mVSd7EhtgLE/s1600-h/DSCN1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8TRMdNnGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mVSd7EhtgLE/s400/DSCN1364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341008869207153762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No había tenido antes la oportunidad o quizá el interés de conocer este departamento del Perú..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Llegué a Huamanga, capital de Ayacucho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; por motivos más relevantes que el mismo turis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mo, en busca de un Año Nuevo diferente, agradable y significativo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;El paisaje me pareció precioso y disfrute muchísimo de la sencillez y la calidez del lugar, ese calorcito de la tierra, la convivencia con la naturaleza y lo místico de este rincón de almas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Disfruté la vista de amplias quebradas, de lo bello de esas tonalidades de verde natural, observé sorprendentes trabajos manuales, aprendí de donde v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;iene la piedra de Humanga, conversé con muchos animalitos y ellos sonreían..&lt;br /&gt;Sin querer, también recibí bellas clases de historia y amé aquellos momentos, justo antes de que empe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;zara a llover, caminando sobre aquel puente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8XeiY9qHI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Q415lZ1lU0c/s1600-h/DSCN1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8XeiY9qHI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Q415lZ1lU0c/s400/DSCN1366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341013496479721586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8T74lxWlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PVi3PWTbZ38/s1600-h/Ayacucho+en+peru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8T74lxWlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PVi3PWTbZ38/s200/Ayacucho+en+peru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341009602608716370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La presencia de grupos humanos en la zona data desde hace 20,000 años A.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Posteriormente, después del&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; imperio Wari y la Confederación Chanca, los incas conquistaron Ayacucho erigiendo su centro en la zon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a de Vilcashuamán.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recién en 1539, Pizarro fundó la ciudad de Ayacucho, ésta fue construida con fines estratégicos pues limitaba con los territorios dominados por los incas rebeldes de Vilcabamba. A la derrota de estos últimos, Ayacucho adquirió importancia económica y cultural, fue sede del arzobispado y contaba con una vasta industria textil y una universidad, por lo cual fue una de las ciudades más importantes del virreynato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí mucho más en realidad, pero son aquellas cosas simples de la vida las que me hacen feliz.., y el haber entendido algo más esta vez es más de lo hubiera pedido.., por eso estos momentos vivídos han sido inolvidables y los que vengan lo serán también.., pronto volveré por estos lares y conoceré más, y viviré más..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShzAHdLuZcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qd05vZflyhM/s1600-h/01010035a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShzAHdLuZcI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qd05vZflyhM/s400/01010035a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340354492479989186" 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/19153274-788462309613998617?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/788462309613998617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayacucho-mi-nuevo-rincon-de-almas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/788462309613998617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/788462309613998617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/ayacucho-mi-nuevo-rincon-de-almas.html' title='Ayacucho - Mi nuevo rincón de almas'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sh8TRMdNnGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/mVSd7EhtgLE/s72-c/DSCN1364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6298130336580708108</id><published>2007-10-01T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:37:08.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>I'm free again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I lived without it for a while.., for quite some time actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;... very conscious of it.., but without anything I could do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I realized then.. that it's not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not enough to know, it's not enough to be able to.., to be able to conect with nature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mind tried hard to scape..,&lt;br /&gt;she tried to go very far away, to unknown places beyond physics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I've always thought it was totally possible for people like me..&lt;br /&gt;.. but it wasn't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no water..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. how could she go so far without water???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so.., she stayed and wait.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;... and I lost my freedom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time went by..&lt;br /&gt;I got water now.., and now I know what is really necessary and what is not..&lt;br /&gt;I will thank for those necessary things everyday..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm free again.., I'm alive again...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can say I will be happy just because I CHOSE my life..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all people can say that.., and some people just don't know if there's a difference..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But freedom has a high price.., indeed..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through my short path I hurted some people I love.., I made mistakes when finding my way.., I lost something I still miss cause I took a decision.., I got hurted of course, many times.., and all these will continue happening..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"La libertad tiene un precio alto.., tan alto como el precio de la esclavitud.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm proud of all my scars.., and I'm happily paying the price, with a smile, even more when tears come across..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I made changes.., I didn't stay there..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm living pushing my limits.., challenging physics.., trying to get to more unkown places.., &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. today.., I visited another one..&lt;br /&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/19153274-6298130336580708108?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6298130336580708108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-free-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6298130336580708108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6298130336580708108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-free-again.html' title='I&apos;m free again..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-701725676224167012</id><published>2007-08-02T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:46:35.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>The first layer of my philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I grew up thinking that the most important in "my" world was to be faithful with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.., no matter what.., and that means a lot actually.., more than I thought then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was, and it is.., a fight with the "a priori ways" we all have for protecting our conscious mind, who can't stand all our emotions, fears, desires and feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I started fighting my "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defence_mechanism"&gt;ego defense mechanisms&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;since I was conscious I "am"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never liked to be blinded by those mechanisms.. so, without noticing, I was learning to be "awake".., to feel everything.., even the most powerful desires as killing and lust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I remember, I tried to embrace everything I felt and all my dreams as reality.., without any guilt, without any shame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that's why I can shout my heart's longings without any shame and without caring what people think..&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can be in the center of my own deep sorrow and sit there, quiet and still.., without doing anything to hide it or make it disappear.., enjoying it instead!.., without closing my soul or my heart because of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's why I can dance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's why I have disappointed others in order to be loyal to myself..&lt;br /&gt;.. and I'll keep doing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's why I can live failures, problems, heart breakings, pains, betrayals, death, and still shout to the universe:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I LOVE BEING ALIVE..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's why I like my own company and..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.. that's why this layer of my philosophy holds me from inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Posts related:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy.html?zx=5402c1d2d0bb07ab"&gt;Some years ago..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-reasons.html?zx=ebfa7767bec9e4f7"&gt;My reasons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/19153274-701725676224167012?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/701725676224167012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/701725676224167012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/701725676224167012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy_02.html' title='The first layer of my philosophy'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3890333942290151761</id><published>2007-07-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:17:38.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>Some years ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Several years ago.., I discovered one of the layers of my philosophy..., maybe the most important one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really don't remember how was the process of discovering it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was very young.., way too young maybe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My childhood was totally tainted with philosophy thoughts and I couldn't connect with anybody for a long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never played with my 10 year old classmates.., I never watched all those TV series for children.., I never understood how to play with dolls.., instead of that, I spent my days reading for hours and making puzzles.., thinking about my place in the world.., talking to souls.., exploring why people around me said that God exist.., and trying to understand WHY my classmates were too interested in subjects that were so silly and shallow for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;I'm a psychologist now&lt;/span&gt;.., kind of obvious?&lt;br /&gt;Not at all I must say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually, Psychology was my 5th choice.. after Philosophy, Art, Criminology, Literature, and going totally nuts.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally, when I was 16, I was able to increase a little bit my adaptation to the "real" world and to the working world.., so.. with that in mind, I made my choice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, as a Psychologist and as an "almost" adult person, I ask myself if "my philosophy world" was 'good' for a girl at that early age.., it brought me some problems, family ones and social ones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At some point it got better and now it is almost calm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with all those problems.., and even if now I have to accept that I still don't quite connect with the majority of people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, for me it was all worthed.., cause without that, I wouldn't have been the person I am now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think I'm still kind of weird ;) but so HAPPY with myself!, and with the people I DO connect with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;So.. what was my first layer of my life philosophy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Related posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)" href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy_02.html"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The first layer of my philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)" href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-reasons.html"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;My reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3890333942290151761?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3890333942290151761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3890333942290151761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3890333942290151761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy.html' title='Some years ago..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-5330830972502504049</id><published>2007-04-21T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:00:15.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Underneath the magic of Elsa &amp; Fred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Life is measured by the number of moments that take your breath away"..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An idea I've always lived with.., my ulterior philosophy and a way to die feeling 'happy'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJhVkbxu4I/AAAAAAAAALY/zZNlmm_pM04/s1600-h/Elsa+%26+Fred+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJhVkbxu4I/AAAAAAAAALY/zZNlmm_pM04/s320/Elsa+%26+Fred+Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067219553930558338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.elsaandfred.com/"&gt;"Elsa &amp;amp; Fred"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A film by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0138759/"&gt;Marcos Carnevale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cinenacional.com/personas/index.php?persona=7438"&gt;China Zorrila&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nuestrocine.com/personal.asp?idpersona=306"&gt;Manuel Alexandre&lt;/a&gt;, in probably, one of their best performance, according to critics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Incredibly beautiful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litovitale.com.ar/"&gt;Lito Vitale&lt;/a&gt;'s original score&lt;/span&gt; that made me feel I couln't stand more emotions in my body..  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the music after seeing the movie has become painfully GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.elsayfred.com/english.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An excellent movie, just added to my favorites because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e spectrum of colors&lt;/span&gt; that have taken me to very high emotions.., because it gives a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;life lesson&lt;/span&gt; in a simple, sutil but deep way, complementing with the most 'real' of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;human non-verbal language&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An admirable Director's work, from my point of view, beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;use I think one has to be brave and also really really good to be able to work on this 'repeated' theme, showing on screen 'just' 2 people falling in love, BUT making it different, overwhelming and getting such a big connection with public.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A solid script, with simple structure but very deep, with good taste and delicate sense of humor, and with a majestic performance of leading actors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My angel brought to me this movie..&lt;br /&gt;..on a time as perfect as magic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when everything in my life is changing and evolving into an abstract 'form' I haven't recognized yet but have started to love already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Definitely, one of the sweetest movies I've ever seen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and probably the one that shows better that life is measured by the number of moments that take your breath away.., &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it happens at the end of your path..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjUV8SRUiGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GLOW1WsZwWU/s1600-h/Elsa+%26+Fred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjUV8SRUiGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GLOW1WsZwWU/s320/Elsa+%26+Fred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058973881861441634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sinopsis and critics in spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.labutaca.net/films/36/elsayfred.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWfwOhdpKfs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWfwOhdpKfs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-5330830972502504049?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5330830972502504049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/underneath-magic-of-elsa-fred.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5330830972502504049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5330830972502504049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/underneath-magic-of-elsa-fred.html' title='Underneath the magic of Elsa &amp; Fred'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJhVkbxu4I/AAAAAAAAALY/zZNlmm_pM04/s72-c/Elsa+%26+Fred+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-9112011337851704368</id><published>2007-04-10T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:59:26.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste&apos;s &quot;real&quot; world'/><title type='text'>Today.., Adhamiya Wall began..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I imagine how people in the other side of the world is feeling, concerning one specific event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But certainly, I can not imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today..&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the construction of Adhamiya Wall began...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5km of concrete structure around Sunni enclave, near Tigris river..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Non-permanent'.. they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A barrier that makes "sound security sense" to break the cycle of sectarian violence and protect Adhamiya neighbourhood from Sunni-Shia violence.., they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Meanwhile.., multiple bombs seem to increase..&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and people is in shock.., as it was the first time Baghdad is hit in the already 4 years of Iraq's anti-US insurgency..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But "security" increases!!!.., they say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Up to 750 bodyguards per minister in some cases.., how ironic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It seems 80,000 troops are not solving the real problem.., I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been asking myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do people really believe they can create pockets of security where political leaders will manage to move foward reconciliation strategies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When it's more than known that if people feel threatened and the parlament has been blown up, the natural and human reaction won't be as asertive as needed.., so how will they be able to move those important political reconciliations initiatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's just trying to solve the problem in the middle of chaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But other 'walls' are coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;... and somehow I have the feeling that.., one of these days, we will see with despair, the Green Zone being hit in what will be one of the worst and deadly attempts in our contemporary History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Recommended books:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Imperial Life in the Emerald City by Rajiv Chandrasekaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life in the Green Zone&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/19153274-9112011337851704368?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/9112011337851704368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-adhamiya-wall-began.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/9112011337851704368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/9112011337851704368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-adhamiya-wall-began.html' title='Today.., Adhamiya Wall began..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-883107490808932360</id><published>2007-02-26T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:47:14.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My bedroom has changed this Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I thought about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"first Monday"&lt;/span&gt;.., I knew it was gonna be weird, grey and sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. But I had NO idea how much it would hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I am.., feeling like I'm in the middle of nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Looking desperately for the smile of my eyes, and asking my dancing desires and my libido:&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; 'till when are you gonna hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; How empty this Monday evening can be?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; .. and the weekend was only better cause I had the challenge to convince my family I was still ME.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't know I was gonna leave that much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've felt this sensation before.., and I know it always goes away, after a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But this is the FIRST time I feel MY BEDROOM empty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sensation is totally new and feels so much worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Yes.., it will also go away.., but I won't hurry up.., cause I need to discover its meaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm still totally amazed to realize I'm feeling something so new in something so old..&lt;br /&gt;So amazed to realize how many things I found in my past..&lt;br /&gt;.. a past that will be always perfect to shape my future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the meantime.., I will hug my sadness and enjoy it..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; with my cat and my music that always find the perfect mood for each moment and for how I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'Hoy quisiera detener el tiempo.., la distancia entre los dos..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'Soy fragilidad sin tí.. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'Son las cosas de la vida.., que nos quedan por vivir..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-HT7fHYijU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A-HT7fHYijU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Duele el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alex Syntek &amp;amp; Ana Torroja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-883107490808932360?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/883107490808932360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-bedroom-has-changed-this-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/883107490808932360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/883107490808932360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-bedroom-has-changed-this-monday.html' title='My bedroom has changed this Monday'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3786181692133420500</id><published>2007-02-01T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:42:35.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>EGYPT by "Celeste"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have already 1 week here.., and my happiness is telling me "she" wants to freeze time and shine a bit more inside me.., discovering what is this thing that makes her so true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEFT0bxurI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xxMvEEOLnn8/s1600-h/12.+Pir%C3%83%C2%A1mide+y+Esfinge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066836893819321010" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 251px; cursor: pointer; height: 183px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEFT0bxurI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xxMvEEOLnn8/s320/12.+Pir%C3%A1mide+y+Esfinge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egipto"&gt;EGYPT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;.., one of the most visited countries in the world.., and a "MUST" for those who love turism, culture and history..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The political and cultural center that leads the Middle East.., the most populous country in Africa (after Nigeria of course).., the country that has in its territory the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.eyelid.co.uk/pyramid3.htm"&gt;Giza Pyramids&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.touregypt.net/featurestories/sphinx1.htm"&gt;Great Sphinx&lt;/a&gt;, the Tomb of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kingtut.org/about_the_exhibition/the_story_of_king_tut"&gt;Tutankhamun&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://touregypt.net/kingtomb.htm"&gt;Valley of the Kings&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the longest river in the world, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nile_River"&gt;The Nile River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.., impressive monuments and ancient history..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe nowadays, Egypt is a top destination just because is "Egypt".., but, for those who do know.., this place is attractive for being one of the most overwhelming and one of the first civilizations in the history of humanity that still holds some unsolved questions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that.., for me at least, is one of the countries that sadly represents the human fight for power.., that human desire for owning tangible things that give wealth, "status" and power.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you know, the Nile Valley has generated fights since at least the Paleolithic era! and Eg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ypt was owned for several "kingdoms", since the Persians, the Greeks and the Romans, until the Frenchs and Britains.., passing through the Muslim Arabs and the Ottoman Turks, as a really brief example of a history of Wars for Power..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even since Egyptian Republic was declared in 1953, the efforts for taking down the goverment continued, and the Suez Canal and the Sinai have been reasons of war with France, United Kingdom and Israel, bringing death and barriers for development.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEJBkbxutI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PDgauSB4aAg/s1600-h/Egypt+daily+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066840978333219538" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 190px; cursor: pointer; height: 140px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEJBkbxutI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PDgauSB4aAg/s200/Egypt+daily+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A place where the calls for praying are heard 5 times a day cause it is one of the Pillars of Islam..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; a country 90% muslim where they all know it means 'submission to God'.., and this meaning changes everything for us, skeptic ones, but shapes everything for them..&lt;br /&gt;A place where extreme Islamic Fundamentalism exists, but at the same time, a country that is evolving and fighting against it, even if it has brought some attacks to the major source of income: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turism&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... Suddenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look at myself standing up inside a culture demonstration that, even if totally different, teaches me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; that..&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A human being is not made by his religion, his belongings or the longest river, cause we are all just a wonderful second in the universe with a brain, senses, dreams and fears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And I see again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;concepts are only concepts.., and people feelings are the same in every spot you happen to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEHpEbxusI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/H7F2EeTP5jA/s1600-h/20.+Con+Sugar+hacia+campamento+beduino...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066839457914796738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEHpEbxusI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/H7F2EeTP5jA/s320/20.+Con+Sugar+hacia+campamento+beduino...jpg" border="0" /&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/19153274-3786181692133420500?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3786181692133420500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3786181692133420500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/02/egypt-by-celeste.html' title='EGYPT by &quot;Celeste&quot;'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlEFT0bxurI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xxMvEEOLnn8/s72-c/12.+Pir%C3%A1mide+y+Esfinge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2417629623619427353</id><published>2007-01-26T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:31:06.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>It doesn't feel like Egypt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The day before yesterday I was in a plane for 19 hours...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I feel like I didn't move..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday.., I slept in my bed..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today.., I woke up at home and talked to myself as usual, but this time somebody was listening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I ate a different kind of bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and felt cold in a different way.., but when I stood up in the balcony of that 23rd floor I couldn't see The Nile nor the Pyramids..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE-ECRUiZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2l4jIwNozac/s1600-h/El+balc%C3%B3n+m%C3%A1s+rom%C3%A1ntico,+vista+al+Nilo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE-ECRUiZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2l4jIwNozac/s320/El+balc%C3%B3n+m%C3%A1s+rom%C3%A1ntico,+vista+al+Nilo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062395695191067026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mind got control over my senses and all I could see and feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;was the most beautiful of my life routines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my eyes stopped to admire how my im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;agination and proyections were more than right, &lt;span&gt;even that perfect moment when making the bed I smiled at you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So that was my first impression &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;of CAIRO..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even if the culture, the streets, the Nile, the Pyramids or the history of Egypt are surrounding me, it doesn't feel like Egypt.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it feels like home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't go out that Friday cause today is AI applications'  deadline.., but I enjoyed the apartment as crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm thinking right now about how I'm feeling.., sitting in my living room, alone only for 15 minutes.., and totally breaking my previous thought that Egypt is supposed to be hot.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Seeing my reflection and loosing myself in the surreal dream I'm afraid to break if I breath stronger..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE60yRUiXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ksj7DLRCLjk/s1600-h/xICT0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE60yRUiXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ksj7DLRCLjk/s320/xICT0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062392134663178610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE7NSRUiYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FTPBlUbc44U/s1600-h/xICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE7NSRUiYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/FTPBlUbc44U/s320/xICT0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062392555569973634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is the amazin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;g view from that 23rd floor..,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you all can see what I couldn't that first day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Pyramids after the Nile, after 'Maadi', after that balcony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19153274-2417629623619427353?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2417629623619427353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-doesnt-feel-like-egypt.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2417629623619427353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2417629623619427353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-doesnt-feel-like-egypt.html' title='It doesn&apos;t feel like Egypt...'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RkE-ECRUiZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2l4jIwNozac/s72-c/El+balc%C3%B3n+m%C3%A1s+rom%C3%A1ntico,+vista+al+Nilo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-7603145211546739425</id><published>2007-01-23T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:22:28.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow.. AFRICA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time I thought about this crazy thing I'm gonna do tomorrow was THAT time in Switzerland.&lt;/span&gt;., 1 year and a half ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was traveling around one of the most expensive countries in the world.., having the LUCK to be hosted by a friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was happy to be traveling around the whole Switzerland., but not so happy with my life at that time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was feeling lonely, like I didn't fit..&lt;br /&gt;I was really trying to escape from the reality of Italy, but instead, I felt even more that things were not right in Brescia and I was scared about my next step..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually, besides beautiful Switzerland and meeting Carissa, one of the things that 'saved' me was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT moment when I decided to go Africa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been wanting this for 1 year and a half.., I planned it in my mind for 2006.., but lots of things and places were also expecting me so it wasn't possible last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I believe that if you truly truly want something, you just have to decide it, cause the biggest dreams happen when you plan them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I decided I wanted this.., so I made it happen!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and tomorrow, I will catch a plane to AFRICA.., not to Cameroon this time, but to Egypt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here I'll find something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I don't need to look for.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but something I don't wanna loose as I realized I can't stand being so long without it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Rj69-yRUiWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/neimbVbwG5o/s1600-h/I%27m+sitting+over+Cameroon%21%21%21+here+I+decided+to+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Rj69-yRUiWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/neimbVbwG5o/s320/I%27m+sitting+over+Cameroon%21%21%21+here+I+decided+to+go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061691917554977122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sitting over Cameroon, the moment I decided.. 15/09/05&lt;br /&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/19153274-7603145211546739425?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7603145211546739425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/05/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/7603145211546739425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/7603145211546739425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/05/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.. AFRICA!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Rj69-yRUiWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/neimbVbwG5o/s72-c/I%27m+sitting+over+Cameroon%21%21%21+here+I+decided+to+go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-1389305728324427712</id><published>2007-01-11T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:06:41.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste&apos;s &quot;real&quot; world'/><title type='text'>Global Warming tainted with politics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..and reality tells me.. which world-mater theme isn't?&lt;/span&gt;&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/iyqOQp-MHN4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyqOQp-MHN4" 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/19153274-1389305728324427712?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1389305728324427712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/03/global-warming-tainted-with-politics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1389305728324427712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1389305728324427712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/03/global-warming-tainted-with-politics.html' title='Global Warming tainted with politics?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-9212431389239189945</id><published>2007-01-07T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:04:38.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste&apos;s &quot;real&quot; world'/><title type='text'>An inconvenient truth..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"..INTELLECTUALLY EXHILARATING..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.climatecrisis.net/"&gt;'An unconvenient truth'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;is a necessary film"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A.O. Scott. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://www.nytimes.com/"&gt;THE NEW YORK TIMES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sad 'coming soon'?.., a convenient interpretation for political publicity?.., or both??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.C.B. CELESTE'S BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the Academic Award-winning documental about the state of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.climatehotmap.org/"&gt;Global Warming&lt;/a&gt;.., an even if I accept that Al Gore commited certain mistakes, this is a subject that actually matters to me like few others do.., maybe because of my particular fears, or my care for animals.., or because "destruction" is a theme that has always "worried" me in a "neurotic and strange" way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Directed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Davis_Guggenheim"&gt;David Guggenheim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and presented by former United States Vice President &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Al_Gore"&gt;Al Gore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XMn_Ry3z6M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0XMn_Ry3z6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;isn't this word scary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought if we are really sitting on a ticking time bomb?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes.., but how many of you have, as an obvious consolation, the fact that we are not going to be here then?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, from a mind that really loves life and has recently DISCOVERED how it is to love and admire your country and your world (thing that I didn't realize before), Global Warming,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;if true&lt;/span&gt;, becomes a huge state of alert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because, even if sometimes I live in "other world", I can't believe how amazing animals are.., how beautiful the moon or a flower can be.., how much calm the rain can bring with its sweet nostalgy.., how powerful the smile of a person you love can be.., and how love can make this world go round..&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on with how amazed I am with our world.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just don't want to imagine destruction..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The title for this film seems to me so "convenient"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Although it refers to a passage from the famous book 'Democracy in America', another thing comes to my mind, as I was talking the other day with a friend in terms of what's convenient or not for us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People decisions are based on that, even when we don't notice it directly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, if the majority of people think Global Warming is caused by humanity, how come we arrived to this point?.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;theory of immediate satisfaction!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. but this is a subject for another day.. or another post..&lt;br /&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/19153274-9212431389239189945?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/9212431389239189945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/inconvenient-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/9212431389239189945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/9212431389239189945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An inconvenient truth..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2624549032487537984</id><published>2006-12-02T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:58:09.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celeste&apos;s &quot;real&quot; world'/><title type='text'>Planetary emergency or natural cicle?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The year is about to end in less than a month.., and as usual, I was trying to see again in my mind all those things that happened this year in the world.., some of them not too good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I stopped in a subject that seems to be the favorite topic for scientists, politicians, religious fans, and also for "thinking" people like you and me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;From BBC motion gallery, I bring here this video about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.climatehotmap.org/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Global Warming&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n31Y3Eeqic"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3n31Y3Eeqic" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this "tragic" scenario leads me to several questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is Global Warming overplayed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Carbon dioxide is really related to temperature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is Global Warming a natural occurrence? or is it really human fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually, as a non-scientist person I'm kind of confused..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some scientists say that Global Warming is an undeniable fact and the result of human activities that have dramatically increased the amount of CO2 in the Earth's atmosphere rising the temperature.., they say we have only about 10 years to avert glaciers melting, floods, droughts, epidemics, extreme weather, animal extinction, killer heat waves, and suming up, a major catastrophe that could destroy our entire planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From other perspective, some researches have been focused on observing cicles of climate changes over the past 15,000 years finding a recurrent and predictable pattern that actually shows that a 30 year cooling cicle is about to start, against IPCC predictions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the most interesting thing those investigations say is that CO2 is NOT the cause of global warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That there has been several times in the past 15,000 years where the temperature got far so much higher than it is now without CO2 changes, or otherwise, an important raise of CO2 with a colder temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actually, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.ac.wwu.edu/%7Edbunny/"&gt;Professor Don Easterbrook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from Washington University says that, only in the last 30 years, higher CO2 and high temperature are happening at the same time, which would leave CO2 out of statistical relation with global warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Investigation continues I guess.. but in the meantime, my logic tells me that it's impossible that human actions that increase CO2 in the atmosphere have nothing to do with global warming..&lt;br /&gt;I really think we are, little by little, destroying life on Earth.., maybe I can not tell exactly how, but I do believe we are contaminating Earth.. and that's reason enough to worry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-2624549032487537984?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2624549032487537984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/12/planetary-emergency-or-natural-cicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2624549032487537984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2624549032487537984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/12/planetary-emergency-or-natural-cicle.html' title='Planetary emergency or natural cicle?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3953815581504717493</id><published>2006-11-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:57:31.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My DNA profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#343466" name="widget" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#343466&amp;amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-33E5AA4.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=Just amazingly beautiful..&amp;amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2A5973C5.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=Wild,sexy and sound&amp;amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=Sensual and relaxing, what else can ask my body?&amp;amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=Back to basics! my own freedom..&amp;amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-536C6BFB.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=Why???&amp;amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3AC7E3DE.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=Spontaneous, real, sincere, passionate.., as children playing..&amp;amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7353201.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=Que rico!, I can never get enough!&amp;amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2170B234.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=Celestes style&amp;amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=Thats life! No limits, no fear!&amp;amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_79AFF11D.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=My next check on my lifes checklist&amp;amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_115463CF.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=Creations of nature: exotic, sweet and tender like all animals&amp;amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_17D8F487.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=Just great for my mouth, sweet and citrus!&amp;amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_791C6076.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=Powerful and impetuous as myself!&amp;amp;moodlabel=WILD CAT&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&amp;amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;amp;uid=628718-e3be&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" width="340" align="middle" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;    &lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(150, 150, 150); padding: 5px 0pt 0pt; text-align: center; width: 340px; height: 25px; margin-top: 0px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=628718-e3be&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:10;" &gt;™&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Check it with what you know about me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My DNA profile says the following about myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MOOD: Wild cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You are drawn to the drama of a big spectacle and appreciate the unpredictability of nature. You like life rugged and rough round the edges but also crave relaxation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Totally unconventional..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Always the first to take the leap, trying not to look back or have regrets. You like to take the plunge and see as much as you can.., this attitude gives you a wealth of experience..&lt;br /&gt;Confident and brave, you love to take risks and push limits".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;HABITS: High time roler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You can never get enough affection and attention.. a bit of a one track mind, some might say, while you like to think you are a devil in the sack.. less talk, more action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Your taste for you environment is cool, contemporary and stylish as you are".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE: Touchy feely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"You are real, very romantic and a bit of a dreamer.. you show your feelings in simple ways every day and you are full of tenderness.., your heart is right there on your sleeve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When you think of freedom, you think of stripping off and getting back to nature.. you are comfortable with yourself and happy to make the first leap".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;omething true? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What a nice way to do some hueving around while thinking about how you are and what you want in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3953815581504717493?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3953815581504717493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dna-profile_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3953815581504717493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3953815581504717493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-dna-profile_24.html' title='My DNA profile'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2436123960251918</id><published>2006-04-11T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:40:46.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last night in Europe :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-2436123960251918?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2436123960251918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-last-night-in-europe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2436123960251918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2436123960251918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-last-night-in-europe.html' title='My last night in Europe :)'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3197757832630342970</id><published>2006-04-10T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:56:37.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3197757832630342970?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3197757832630342970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/04/holanda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3197757832630342970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3197757832630342970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/04/holanda.html' title='Holanda'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2430812963785111886</id><published>2006-04-08T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:56:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruselas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-2430812963785111886?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2430812963785111886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/04/bruselas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2430812963785111886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2430812963785111886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/04/bruselas.html' title='Bruselas'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2963834792538564114</id><published>2005-12-29T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:11:28.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Tra te e il mare a Venezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Almost without sleeping since monday 26 because of all the travel arrangements I wrote in the last post, I finally arrived to Venice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got the visas!!!!!!! and even if I almost die pulling around Paris all my 'one year' luggage, everything is on track..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cheap flights not always land in the 'popular city', so I arrived to Venice at 10pm and it was very difficult to find a cheap hostal or B&amp;amp;B.., I had to keep carrying my bags around for 2 hours until I found something I could afford (35 euros), it was midnight!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was death.. but I couldn't waste this night!, my father told me Piazza San Marcos is beautiful at night and I wanted to take some pictures for him.. cause tomorrow night I will be in a train already.., so, I took my Ipod and I start walking..&lt;/span&gt;, suddenly, a song trapped me and you got into my mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After an hour walking I found a bote still working and I jumped in.., it was so strange and so beautiful, everything was dark, no people around, no movement.., Oh my God!, it seems like a ghost town, I loved it!, 2am.., totally alone in Piazza San Marcos, it was totally worthed and I thought a lot about my family..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMH2TeqDxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/51bzBSEkOU4/s1600-h/DSC01598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337618612887359250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMH2TeqDxI/AAAAAAAAAaM/51bzBSEkOU4/s200/DSC01598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMIBHmIMUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/d_NL68pafqA/s1600-h/DSC01602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337618798676029762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMIBHmIMUI/AAAAAAAAAaU/d_NL68pafqA/s200/DSC01602.jpg" /&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;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMySvB0WGI/AAAAAAAAAas/2sMa_dDsk8k/s1600-h/DSC01618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337665280807295074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMySvB0WGI/AAAAAAAAAas/2sMa_dDsk8k/s200/DSC01618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I took some pictures for my father.. and I started my walk back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This song doesn't want to let me go, and I know it has a reason..&lt;br /&gt;It's just the moment for this song.., and as much as I love &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)" href="http://www.laurapausini.com/"&gt;Laura Pausini&lt;/a&gt;, tonight, this song has been my travel partner and my closure, in some way..&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:29am, and with 2005 almost ending, I think I will finally let this history to end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;"Con l'istinto di chi sa' amare.., 'preferisco dirti addio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)" href="http://www.mtv.com/lyrics/pausini_laura/tra_te_e_il_mare/2130157/lyrics.jhtml"&gt;Tra te e il mare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/757yTNmoPYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/757yTNmoPYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/19153274-2963834792538564114?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2963834792538564114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/tra-te-e-il-mare-venezia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2963834792538564114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2963834792538564114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/12/tra-te-e-il-mare-venezia.html' title='Tra te e il mare a Venezia'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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not everything is sweet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, in order to make it to AIESEC Ukraine, I have to tramit 2 visas, make a lot of efforts and make some sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to tramit here in Paris the visas for Ukraine and Poland, outside Paris will be impossible. If something goes wrong I'm totally ruined..!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ukraine is NOT a popular destination and direct fligths tickets are beyond what I can afford right now.., I didn't think of that when I applied to this job!, but.. God bless &lt;a href="http://www.ryanair.com/site/EN/"&gt;Ryanair.com&lt;/a&gt;!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;besides, I am now really good organizing travel's detail and cheap flights connections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't have too much time but I'm very proud of myself cause somehow I manage to connect every place I wanted and still be able to spend new year with my boyfriend in Napoli and Rome before departing to Ukraine.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, after hours of work and hard calculations, tickets are bought and here I present you my itinerary for the next 12 days. If just one of the next things goes wrong  or I miss a plane or train, everything will fall&lt;/span&gt;.., what a pressure!!:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;December 28 (early morning) - Tourin / Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;December 28 (morning) - Pick up Poland visa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 28 (noon) - Pick up Ukraine visa&lt;br /&gt;December 28 (afternoon) - Flight Paris - Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;December 29 (night) - Train Venice - Brescia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30 (night) - Train Brescia - Napoli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 6 (night) - Train Napoli - Rome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 9 (early morning) Flight Rome - Frankfurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 9 (night) Flight Fran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kfurt - Rzeszów (Poland)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 9 (midnight) Train or whatever to Lviv or Kiev in Ukraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(I still can't believe all my connections after Rome, 2 flights and 1 train, are so so so much cheaper than taking a direct flight Rome - Kiev!!!! well, the world is crazy..)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If everything goes well I will be on January 10th in Ukraine, ready to start my job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have to admit I'm scared.., but I feel ALIVE.., it's so intense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tomorrow I will leave Tourin at 6am in order to arrive to Paris at 10am, th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ere I have to take a lot of metros and run between 2 embassies for getting my visas before 2pm, when I have to run to the bus stop before 3pm to take a 3 hours bus to the airport for taking my flight to Venice at 6pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again.. I'm scared.., what if I don't get both visas?, what if I loose the plane?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't be nervous.., I have a nice plan so I just have to stick to it and be organized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow I will leave France..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow maybe I won't have the time I need to turn my head back and admire one last time this place.., so.., now and here, in the middle of a 'perfect moment' full of fear, courage and illusions..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I say goodbye to France..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/243073716973568676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/243073716973568676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/12/challenges-efforts-courage-and.html' title='Challenges: efforts, courage and sacrifices..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShMbAxwFVHI/AAAAAAAAAak/j2TXauMD6LI/s72-c/Goodbye+Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113555877928170591</id><published>2005-12-25T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:12:14.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I won't have any 'what if' in my life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;All this time trying to find peace..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;all this time looking for a place to live and a job to survive..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;but YOU came along..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and you know I can't stop being fool for love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This time the risk will be totally my fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ult..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm not surprised to know that I will do it..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will certainly watch myself jumping into that risk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why did you appear in my life??, why now???, and wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y from so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;it's NOT a good timing and it's NOT a good moment for me..,&lt;br /&gt;cause I've developed some needs and if you cover them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;now, I will fall in love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm getting there.., at least I have all the symptoms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the meantime, and as usual.., I don't care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Shic-zovL-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/3uhMorNVF7U/s1600-h/DSC01398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339189961074618338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Shic-zovL-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/3uhMorNVF7U/s320/DSC01398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know I will take that plane..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and I will only know in some days..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. in some days, when I find myself in THAT situation or in a beautiful dream instead..&lt;br /&gt;What a crazy thing to do!, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;putting in risk my house, my security, my basic needs..,&lt;br /&gt;what a dreamer or how stupid.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But it has an logical and philosophycal explanation in my way to see life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;NEVER keep a "what if" in you mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could never forgive myself if I do that.., so I take the risk..,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;cause is better have something to regret.., than regret for not doing anything..&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/19153274-113555877928170591?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113555877928170591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/12/few-days-of-big-risk-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113555877928170591'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113556075507177458</id><published>2005-12-24T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:41:53.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><title type='text'>Navidad con mi familia, como siempre..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Acá, el principal día de Navidad es el 25.., NO el 24 en la noche como en Perú..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cada año valoro más la Navidad con mi familia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;finitivamente, hace unos años que vengo cambiando mi orden de prioridades y mi escala de valores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.., y el proceso seguirá seguramente.., mientras tanto, estoy contenta con cómo he evolucionado estos últimos 3 años..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShiWgWRQHBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HfI_XV_19bo/s1600-h/Mi+mami+sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShiWgWRQHBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HfI_XV_19bo/s200/Mi+mami+sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339182840725642258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoy extrañe a mi familia mucho más que otros días.., la risa de mi hermanito, los cuidados de mi mamá, el interés de mi papá porque todos estemos bien y tengamos lo mejor, y lo riquísimo que cocina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mi mamá no compró puré de manzanas este año.., solo ella y yo lo comíamos.., pero todo lo demás será como todos los años.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mientras yo comeré caracoles, langosta y paté de pato para Navidad..&lt;br /&gt;Me doy cuenta que no tenemos fotos todos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lo último que extraño de Peru es la comida.., hay taantas cosas que extrañar que la comida no es la principal.., sin embargo HOY quería pavo, arroz, puré de manzana, el chocolate de mi mamá y panetón con mantequilla como me daba Carlitos en su casa tantas veces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finalmente, estoy pasando MI navidad con mi familia.., en Perú es super temprano, las 6pm y aún no empieza la noche, mi papá está aún en su cuarto con mi gato que duerme en su pecho, mi mamá ya cambiándose, mi hermanito esta conmigo en msn y me pone música para que yo cante.., dice que le gusta escucharme.., el pavo se está horneando donde la borracha.., y mis tías ya están en camino, podré hablar con ellas también por msn y se pondrán muy contentas.., tengo también a algunos de mis mejores amigos pasando Navidad conmigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Así que, es una bonita Navidad..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;diferente pero igual, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;con mi familia.., como siempre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/19153274-113556075507177458?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113556075507177458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/12/navidad-con-mi-familia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113556075507177458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113556075507177458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/12/navidad-con-mi-familia.html' title='Navidad con mi familia, como siempre..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShiWgWRQHBI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HfI_XV_19bo/s72-c/Mi+mami+sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113556476855340733</id><published>2005-12-22T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:32:57.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><title type='text'>Christmas in France!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ironía?, casualidad?, todo cae por su propio peso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;En mi futuro proyectado, en estas fechas yo pertenecía a Italia, pero lanzé un conjuro y cambié mi destino.., y después de MIL travesías acá estoy.., en la soñada París..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creo que sea mala estrategia salir de la línea de Gestión de Talento para hacer Auditoría de Calidad en AIESEC ESIEA.., tampoco me caerá mal una Navidad diferente en Tours.., a pesar de que la cuisine planteada no sea mi favorita.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SHMHvdu2IBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bsfdXaem5hY/s1600-h/DSC01463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SHMHvdu2IBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bsfdXaem5hY/s320/DSC01463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220524905068896274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sólo no quería dejar pasar esta fecha sin recordarlos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de haber caminado por distintos lugares, llevando AIESEC PERU en alto y dejando un poquito de mi esencia en cada país, me doy cuenta de que son muchas las veces en que me detengo y pienso en ustedes.., en todo mi CLUL y en cómo trasmitirles que lo que estoy viviendo acá está en las manos de todo aieseco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESDE DE PARIS...!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD a todos aquellos que tengo tan lejos y que extraño tanto.. y mil besos a mi familia, los llevo todos los días en mi mente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19153274-113556476855340733?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113556476855340733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/12/navidad-en-francia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113556476855340733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113556476855340733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/12/navidad-en-francia.html' title='Christmas in France!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SHMHvdu2IBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bsfdXaem5hY/s72-c/DSC01463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113397602153647705</id><published>2005-11-29T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:29:46.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>Más emociones: Cambio de 180 grados!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I'm taking a plane to PARIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me parece todo tan surreal..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Las complicaciones que tenemos los peruanos para sacar visas quizá me costaron esta vez la consecusión de mis planes.., yo tendría que haber estado en Rusia para quincena de Noviembre y las semanas siguen pasando.., mientras la embajada me sigue diciendo que necesito más papeles.., fueron cada vez menos amables y me di cuenta de que no me la darían..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mi sexto sentido me decía que siguiera moviéndome y afortunadamente lo escuché ya que hace 2 días me confirmaron un trabajo en Paris.., en el LC EISEA, trabajando en Análisis de Cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;idad de Xs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jamás sabré lo que hubiera sido Rusia.., lo que hubiera sido trabajar en el LC UFA y vivir esa cultur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a cerca de las montañas urales..&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in embargo, estoy contenta porque tengo un nuevo destino, un nuevo reto y la satisfacción de demostrarme a mí misma que puedo conseguir cosas buenas por mi esfuerzo, mi experiencia y mi perfil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No me han faltado las oportunidades acá y eso se lo debo a AIESEC.., todo lo que he puesto en práctica NO lo aprendí en un salón de clases, lo aprendí en AIESEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;..; aproveché al máximo todas las oportunidades de aprendizaje que me dio y ahora veo los resultados.., porque definitivamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'it's up to you..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZDhJ8MHxI/AAAAAAAAAds/zEvcGdlSbjw/s1600-h/Logo+de+Aiesec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 58px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZDhJ8MHxI/AAAAAAAAAds/zEvcGdlSbjw/s400/Logo+de+Aiesec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338528645177417490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZA3H4og3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/B5IrhhtbsSE/s1600-h/It%27s+up+to+you+logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 16px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZA3H4og3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/B5IrhhtbsSE/s400/It%27s+up+to+you+logo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338525724047868786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP cubrió los daños de mi laptop y me la enviaron h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ace 3 días con un disco duro nuevo, mi alma volvió a mi cuerpo y ahora sí puedo irme tranquila.., aunque de pronto, siento que se está consolidando una razón diferente que me une a Italia, una razón bella, fuerte y avasalladora que me hace dudar, que me hace detenerme a soñar despierta que estaremos juntos pronto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIESEC en PARIS coordinó todo de manera excelente y rápida así que, compré el pasaje inmediatamente lanzándome de lleno a esta nueva aventura que no hubiera sido posible tampoco sin la ayuda de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; mamá y mis buenos amigos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hoy dejo ISU, con cierta nostalgia por el cariño que le tome a este edificio y las personas que conocí en él.., un hasta pronto a mi querida amiga Giusy y me llevo mi vida dentro de aquellas 4 piezas de equipaje..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZCXW7Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cWQtZf-3ZsM/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZCXW7Q3tI/AAAAAAAAAdc/cWQtZf-3ZsM/s200/DSC00833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338527377352875730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZCzx6zecI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bAcDH_6zEEY/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZCzx6zecI/AAAAAAAAAdk/bAcDH_6zEEY/s200/DSC01316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338527865635043778" 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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;29 de Noviembre del 2005, 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Despidiéndome de mi amiga Giusy antes de salir al aeropuerto..&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/19153274-113397602153647705?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113397602153647705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/11/cambio-de-180-grados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113397602153647705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113397602153647705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/11/cambio-de-180-grados.html' title='Más emociones: Cambio de 180 grados!!!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShZDhJ8MHxI/AAAAAAAAAds/zEvcGdlSbjw/s72-c/Logo+de+Aiesec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113269385216908098</id><published>2005-11-22T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:12:51.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Is there a hide reason for all this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;More problems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My papers from Russia are gonna take more days to arrive! so I can't tramit the visa..&lt;br /&gt;I had ONLY 5 days to tramit visa cause I don't have a house here and don't have money either..&lt;br /&gt;Then, I discovered russian visa takes 10 days to be issued!!.., you can have it sooner of course, but you have to pay accordingly, even in 2 days if you have the money.. 35, 47, 92, 140 euros..&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a place to sleep after this sunday.., with my 48kg of luggage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I don't have time..&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;and really, I don't have money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'll survive.., I always do..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIA must worth all this!, I will make i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t worthed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi new laptop won't start.., because of the incident in Prague.., HP people said they have to take it to Paris to see if guarantee can cover it.., I almost die..&lt;br /&gt;They took it today.., I feel helpless cause I just bought it, and maybe it will be huge money in the garbage..!, the money my parents gave me with a lot of effort.., the money they gave me to be safe here..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thinking about the things my mother told me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;'Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt; be sad about materials things.., the most important is that you are OK and healthly'&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I can almost hear her voice... I miss her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad things are happening to me..., I'm tired of struggeling and I feel lonely..&lt;br /&gt;I'm stucked AGAIN in this city I've never liked and days are passing by without good news...&lt;br /&gt;... what is keeping me soooo long in Brescia??..., there must be a reason, right?&lt;br /&gt;Today, you called.., was s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;weet..&lt;br /&gt;Is that it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that gonna take me to som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;e fantasy land with the power to erase every bad memory???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sfvyj1N54WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1WxKq1CSS-g/s1600-h/Eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331121281317855586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sfvyj1N54WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1WxKq1CSS-g/s200/Eli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SfvrwmOBnoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lVZgHBToPiE/s1600-h/Luca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331113804048735874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SfvrwmOBnoI/AAAAAAAAAVc/lVZgHBToPiE/s200/Luca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-113269385216908098?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113269385216908098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/11/problems-and-more-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113269385216908098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113269385216908098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/11/problems-and-more-problems.html' title='Is there a hide reason for all this?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/Sfvyj1N54WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/1WxKq1CSS-g/s72-c/Eli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-1891181582033558236</id><published>2005-11-14T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:44:39.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Quiero estados mentales!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay cosas que no se pueden compartir estando tan lejos.., sensaciones.., miradas.., estados mentales..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No me basta con hechos y acciones.., quiero estados mentales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pido mucho quizá para personas que intentan ser prácticas..., anyway, esto es algo que se esperaba.., no todos somos iguales..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.. It is not how sweet little papers said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No tiene que ver con el tiempo real.., tiene que ver con entender la importancia de detenerse a observar y observarse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sin embargo, el tiempo 'real' es real.., y siempre peligrarán nuestras almas ante la velocidad con la que gira el mundo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;There isn't such a thing as "time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... el tiempo se crea cuando uno valora algo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... es cuestión de elecciones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mirar atrás un SOLO día es una cosa..,&lt;br /&gt;mirar atrás toda una vida es otra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No me sorprende entonces el número infinito de almas que jamás se encontraron a sí mismas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Qué tristeza imaginar esos ojos, finalmente mirando hacia atrás un día, y sólo encontrando imágenes borrosas, decisiones sin sentido y consecuencias esparcidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Puedes acelerar tus pasos.., pero recuerda que si te pierdes, puedes perderte para siempre, o demorarte una vida en regresar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Qué bello es mirar atrás al final del día... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;.. pero qué triste es mirar atrás sólo al final de toda una vida...&lt;br /&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/19153274-1891181582033558236?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1891181582033558236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-some-special-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1891181582033558236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/1891181582033558236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-some-special-things.html' title='Quiero estados mentales!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3911382052342992409</id><published>2005-09-24T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:31:11.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Vainilla o chocolate: Mi choque cultural?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;September was supposed to be different, was gonna bring the 'real' life I trusted..&lt;br /&gt;I don't see it.., &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;and September will be over soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's not only that I didn't meet my expectations, it's more complicated than that.., it's about world's perspectives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me sorprende mucho sólo haber tenido 1 reunión de equipo.., sé que muchos viven fuera de la ciudad y que en época de vacaciones todo se detiene por aquí.., es tan diferente a AIESEC PERU donde en vacaciones y feriados es cuando MAS se trabaja y se aprovecha para las típicas amanecidas que unen tanto al equipo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me sorprende aún más la decisión de planificar por separado, en una EB nueva que necesita guía en iniciativas globales y estrategias de planning; además, dónde queda la mística, la sinergia, el apasionamiento?&lt;br /&gt;En AIESEC LIMA aprendí que un objetivo que no se traza en conjunto jamás será un compromiso de equipo.., aprendí que no importa si las 'ideas' están ya delineadas por las cabezas, importa que el equipo haya colaborado con ellas y la sensación de que se conviertan en ideas de cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;uno de ellos.., sólo así el equipo luchará contra viento y marea por una sola causa, y sólo así aprenderá a conocerse, a unir fortalezas, a cubrir debilidades, y a quererse.., mis EBs 02-05 están conformadas po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;r gente tan diferente a mí que no imagino cómo nos hubiésemos hecho grandes amigos sin aquellas horas de trabajo arduo y aquellos intercambios de opiniones apasionados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me preocupa no tener ese espacio ahora.., pienso que es clave en la primera etapa del trabajo anual.., &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and September will be over soon&lt;/span&gt;..; me preocupa la conexión, alguien como yo necesita ese espacio para conectar con personas diferentes.., insistí mucho tal vez porque se me dijo que la organización de la planificación no era parte de mi portafolio.., quizá se quedó en mi corazón el rol de LCP :), quizá me emocionó pensar que podía enseñar todo lo que aprendí en AIESEC PERU.., quizá eso se confunde con arrogancia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recuerdo aquella vez que mi director de teatro me dio aquel papel que yo taaanto deseaba en una obra de Shakespeare y al mismo tiempo me gritó fuertemente.., confundió el control de mi angustia con altanería.., pensó que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; daba por sentado mi protagonismo y yo sólo me esforzaba en controlar mi inseguridad de no obtenerlo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dentro de esta oscura sensación de 'no conectar', ha sido una salvación contar con un amigo de mi misma 'especie' con quien puedo darme rienda suelta; con mi roomate que hace mi estadía más 'familiar' y dulce..; y con un par de sexys citas que también salvaron el mes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sé que mi manera de ser resulta 'censurable' para ciertas personas., siempre ha sido así.., sólo que  acá descubrí que Lima no es una ciudad conservadora para nada!..; mi manera de pensar, mi lenguaje no verbal, mi vehemencia y mi estilo liberal no están encajando.., aún después de entender por aquellas miradas de confusión que debo evitar mis manifestaciones ligeras de añoranza hacia el mundo de las drogas y de las bajas pasiones.., y cómo conectar en este mundo tan 'vainilla' si no veo ese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;deseo de ir en busca de cierta clase de emociones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cierta clase de emociones..., I've tried to like aperitives from 5 to 8p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;m, I've tried to be thrilled by rhymes out loud, or turned on by jumps and punching instead of dancing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want crazyness, sensuality and 'derroches de pasión'!, extraño sentir el mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;o de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mi cuerpo al ritmo de una música riquísima, quiero excesos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;atrevimientos y sentir el arte de la seducción e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;re hombres y mujeres..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SfvWA2P5ECI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XY19wfBIfQ0/s1600-h/Patitas+serpia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SfvWA2P5ECI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XY19wfBIfQ0/s200/Patitas+serpia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331089893973626914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want tequila at 3am instead of aperitives at 5pm.., better!, I want a delicious man having so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me tequila, salt and lemon from my neck!.., and I want some pot!!!!!, how difficult is that? OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Extraño salir de la oficina a las 1opm y tener un 'hueco' para ir a tomar unas chelas, un casino, un billar, cine, o un r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ico sitio donde volverme loca bailando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;; poder comer lo que quiera incluso a las 4am, extraño tener buses a todas horas, en todas partes.., acá es un lío hasta para ir a comer y ya no puedo caminar más.., y ya no puedo ser 'vainilla' un día más..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I am definitely 'chocolate' :)&lt;br /&gt;He aquí: 'mi choque cultural'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;... and September will be over soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But October will bring some changes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3911382052342992409?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3911382052342992409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/09/mi-choque-cultural.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3911382052342992409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3911382052342992409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/09/mi-choque-cultural.html' title='Vainilla o chocolate: Mi choque cultural?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SfvWA2P5ECI/AAAAAAAAAVU/XY19wfBIfQ0/s72-c/Patitas+serpia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-3936998049397575051</id><published>2005-08-31T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:20:02.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switzerland'/><title type='text'>Suiza neutral: Un estímulo que pedía a gritos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Quizá la base de su consciencia y colaboración con la sociedad..&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="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gran tradición de neutralidad política y militar; uno de los estados más ricos y desarrollados del mundo, a pesar de no contar directamente con muchos recursos naturales: causa - consecuencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Deseaba conocer al país de bajas tasas de desempleo e inflación.., y está sólo a 6 horas de mi casa así que el 16 de agosto me embarque en lo que debía ser un respiro en mi vida y un necesario retomar de energías positivas, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; necessary break from Brescia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Destino N°1: Nos recibió Carissa, AIESEC como siempre dándome los mejores amigos!, fue CEEDer en México y me cayó super super bien.., c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on mochila en mano, pasamos por la Svizzera Italiana y llegamos a la Deutsche Schweiz.., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucerne"&gt;Luzern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was my first city, bellísima y la dueña del 'Chapel Bridge' o 'Kapellbrücke'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Me embelesó el azul profundo del río y la belleza de los lagos que me rodeaban en donde estuviera; el verde de los parques y montañas en primavera; el rojo de las banderas que caminaban conmigo; la ternura y confianza de los cisnes que se mezclaban con todos a orillas del río; y el lujo y limpieza de los rincones de este país...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  Fueron imágenes que en conjunto no veía hacía mucho (aunque el verde de Alemania es inigualable), y ciertamente, totalmente contrarias a las que veía durante el último mes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Destino N°2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.myswitzerland.com/es.cfm/destinos/localidades/offer-Destinations_Resorts-General-109967.html"&gt;Weggis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, de ensueño! y sin duda, mi lugar preferido de lo que conocí de Suiza.., una cena acogedora y riquísima con la familia de Carissa.., paisajes increíbles y reencuentros con mi raza felina, que necesitaba a gritos! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Destino N°3: Llegamos a la Suiza Francesa, Ginebra (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gen%C3%A8ve"&gt;Geneve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;), mucha historia y una de las ciudades principales para la vida profesional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Conocí la sede de la ONU, la más importante despues de la de New York, me senté en las salas de conferencia enormes, caminé a través de los presentes de los distintos países: la Guerra y la Paz de Francia, el Templo del Cielo de China, el Mástil de Titanio de la Union Soviética, la esfera en honor a Wilson, fundador de la ONU en Ginebra, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la noche salimos con la gentita aieseca, había alguien a quien hubiese querido conocer más, pero estaba medio amarrada a un 'itinerario' y 'moral' pre-establecidos que debía respetar por motivos logísticos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ví muchas vacas.., la famosa fuente de cerca.., dulces que jamás se me hubieses ocurrido que existen.., y un mapa mundi gigante donde toda la frustración del mes pasado se volcó y decidí que necesitaba ir a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Africa"&gt;Africa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; por más de una razón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Destino N°4: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neuch%C3%A2tel"&gt;Neuchâtel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, extremadamente atractivo Old Town, al medio de los Alpes Suizos, faltó tiempo para conocer las bellezas de la ciudad natal de aquel que me persiguió en la universidad, el sistemático&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Piaget"&gt;Jean Piaget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Destino N°5: Volvemos a la Suiza alemana, bien al norte, a Basilea (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basel"&gt;Basel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De pronto, ví algo familiar.., el Rin!, casi muero de la nostalgia.., lo admiré aquella noche, lo amé durante el día siguiente y el atardecer, mientras murmuraba: 'arrivederci Svizzera'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w169.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Suiza/548154a8.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Suiza/?action=view&amp;amp;current=548154a8.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No llegué a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Z%C3%BArich"&gt;Zurich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, ni a la 'Svizra Rumantscha'.., y no llegué a ver a mi amiga Alexandra en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Gallen"&gt;St. Gallen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.., sin embargo, este viaje me dio las fuerzas para continuar luchando.., y me dio una amiga más :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-3936998049397575051?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3936998049397575051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/09/suiza-neutral-un-estimulo-que-pedia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3936998049397575051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/3936998049397575051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/09/suiza-neutral-un-estimulo-que-pedia.html' title='Suiza neutral: Un estímulo que pedía a gritos..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-5226138714485438220</id><published>2005-08-14T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:05:27.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Settle down vs. Run away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have my phone, have my laptop, a beautifull apartment!, I have a well paid part time job besides AIESEC, EB year plan is almost done, I have a lot of travel plans and international conferences to assist.., Eurolds in Belgium, EuroCo in Croatia, IC 2006 in Poland and  a TTT in Lithuania... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, what's missing?, why I feel like running away from this city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything is stopped or closed now, people is away so we didn't have work meetings, University and AIESEC office is helplessly closed!!, there's only 5-6 people in AIESEC for this term and only 1 is in the city.&lt;br /&gt;I'm understanding AIESEC's culture and difficulties here.., being realistic, Recruitment according XP policies and procedures is gonna be really hard..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Frustration is spying me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I discovered Brescia was an industrial city years ago (that's why there's a lot of people who lives outside), with time, Brescia grew in population but still doesn't have entertainment, night life is too much to ask.., only aperitives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, ok, not everything was boring.., I visited Torino for a Finance conference, there I met Isabella, a really nice brasilian and we talked a lot, even personal stuff, was really good to let it go and share my problems..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My roomate is another thing to be happy about, because of her I finally visited the famous 'Lago Di Garda'!!, it was amazingly beautifull but far away from where I live, we need a car for sure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w169.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Brescia/88ed6623.pbw" width="320" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to be patient...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I decided to go to Switzerland for recovering positive energy, so August will be over soon and we will work hard for AIESEC in Brescia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-5226138714485438220?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5226138714485438220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/08/settle-down-vs-run-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5226138714485438220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/5226138714485438220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/08/settle-down-vs-run-away.html' title='Settle down vs. Run away'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-523290919568019943</id><published>2005-07-29T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:38:50.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Dreamed Italy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One week since I arrived home..., the dreamed Italy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y de conceptos rotos está hecho el mundo... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe I expected more...&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong.., I love my job and my apartment like crazy; however, I didn't love learning that some cities in Europe are not flexible enough for my life style.., not enough people, not enough buses, no buses at all after 10pm, no enough discos!, no karaokes, no casinos, no cheap bars!, no crazy night life..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course, Italy's culture and history are interesting..&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed all nights with coming here, to the land of Renaissance, Boticelli, Fibonacci, Da Vinci, the visionary Domenico, the exquisite Vivaldi and the great Galileo Galilei.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dream came true and today I spent my birthday with Maquiavelli..., was not the best birthday, but I will learn to love this city.., and I will learn to enjoy aperitives places from 5pm to 8pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I still need to taste elegant Milan..&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My new friends were really nice to me since day 1.., I know I take my time to feel totally comfortable with new people but I think we are in a good direction..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About work, it started really well, we made SWOT analysis and began planning. EB 2005-2006 (leonessa) is kind of new, so the LCP and I need to improve knowledge in the team, I have a lot to share with them, all I learnt in my CLUL...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w169.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Brescia/a05a35ac.pbw" width="600" height="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Brescia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a05a35ac.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-523290919568019943?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/523290919568019943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreamed-italy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/523290919568019943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/523290919568019943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/07/dreamed-italy.html' title='Dreamed Italy?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6676616451553988539</id><published>2005-07-25T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:32:55.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Germany: The Land of Ideas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Germany...&lt;br /&gt;My first step in the Old World, for a high rated passionate reason,&lt;br /&gt;but totally worthed in the end..&lt;br /&gt;A land of ideas indeed.., a land of poets and thinkers.., innovation and progress.., for sure one of the motors of economy, an excellent example of life and one of my favorite places in Europe for getting inspire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, totally in love with crazyness; some days, shaking hands with those souls I met years ago.., my dear Nietzsche, the exceptional Wagner, the classical Beethoven and the historical Einstein.., some days getting high with the brilliant pesimism of Schopenhauer, the intensity of Bach and the metaphysic of Kafka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While remembering all those shadows.., while crossing the line of madness.., one person kept me safe in the side of sanity, bringing my best memories to this different future.., introducing me to his new world and teaching me to say goodbye at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon Germany..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w169.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Germany%202005/017d0d46.pbw" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u238/eliannacb/Germany%202005/?action=view&amp;amp;current=017d0d46.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-6676616451553988539?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6676616451553988539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/07/land-of-ideas-my-land-of-first-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6676616451553988539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6676616451553988539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/07/land-of-ideas-my-land-of-first-emotions.html' title='Germany: The Land of Ideas..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6761153460574290674</id><published>2005-07-08T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:22:46.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>A plane toward my dreams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Inside a plane that took me to my biggest dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;July 6, still dizzy because of that kiss.., totally late at the airport..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. couldn't stand the tears of my little brother, the sad hug of my mom, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;d the look of my dad.., some of my best friends were there and FINALLY, I felt something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I was unable to feel for the past few weeks and I was starting to worry.., it was the fear I guess, fear to leave behind some things, fear to the possibility that they think I want to leave, even if now it is true..., I need to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I couldn't forget my little brother's tears..,&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when he was brought home..., and now I happily understand he's gonna be my responsibility forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The plane started to move and it was all so beautiful..,&lt;br /&gt;I have THE experience of my life in front of my eyes, and it will be WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Emotions came back to me! y qué RICO se siente el miedo, la alegría, la angustia y los latidos fuertes del corazón..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can find again answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; in my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After 12 hours in the plane and 12 sweet little papers that moved my soul..,&lt;br /&gt;I arrived to Madrid.... another life began..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Then, a plane to Germany..&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't stop thinking about lakes and long-nights' conversations in Cologne..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SHG2WcdTjmI/AAAAAAAAANs/StiYZl5RiGY/s1600-h/1.+Apenas+me+baje+del+avion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SHG2WcdTjmI/AAAAAAAAANs/StiYZl5RiGY/s200/1.+Apenas+me+baje+del+avion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153939811602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;The first thing I saw when I went down the plane :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="obmessage"&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/19153274-6761153460574290674?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6761153460574290674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/07/plane-toward-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6761153460574290674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6761153460574290674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/07/plane-toward-my-dreams.html' title='A plane toward my dreams..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/SHG2WcdTjmI/AAAAAAAAANs/StiYZl5RiGY/s72-c/1.+Apenas+me+baje+del+avion.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-9145772073295488525</id><published>2005-06-19T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:15:15.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages of my diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Time to say 'goodbye'..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time to say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As all humans, we love tragedy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My little brother didn't like the news.., maybe he didn't get it when I said goodbye in a memorable family weekend in the north of Peru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Great moments with my father are not that usual anymore.., conection with my mother is not that simple anymore.., we needed that weekend off and it was amazing and confortable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time with friends.., time with special ones.., time with myself to control excitement and fear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time with you, we've said goodbye more than once during these last 2 months.., maybe we sorted some things out, maybe we made them more complicated..., some sangria in the same confortable place, some checks added to our checklists, some unfinished talks, some tender looks and some lies.., and as usual, it was perfect between us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Plans made to stop in Germany.., impossible to skip it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to see somebody before starting a new life, and timing was perfect.., before Italy, before Cameroon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Visa Schengen opened for 1 year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tickets bought! - Lima - Madrid - Germany - Italy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Then I said goodbye to my life until my dreams are achieved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19153274-9145772073295488525?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/9145772073295488525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/punta-sal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/9145772073295488525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/9145772073295488525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/punta-sal.html' title='Time to say &apos;goodbye&apos;..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113251799192358771</id><published>2005-05-09T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:59:43.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>Something new will start!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When feeling kind of confused, desmotivated and helpless about my AIESEC carrier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. and what's more frightening.., when I was totally desmotivated about my psichology carrier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A really boring evenning, sitting in front of my computer, in probably the most boring work I've ever had, an email arrived to my inbox... and hope just invaded my world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lifetime opportunity was offered to me because of my work as LCP in AIESEC LIMA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some months later and after a LONG selection process...&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... I was selected VP People Development for LC BRESCIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So.., I'm moving out to &lt;strong&gt;Italy&lt;/strong&gt; with all expenses covered in there, plus a part time job in a company.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wow!.. AIESEC is taking me now to the dreamed Italy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I can't hardly wait!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. but somehow I did it since this February!!! Fuck! 3 1/2 months for selection process!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. from one high emotion to another very different but high still.. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Related Posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-from-heaven.html?zx=95f7066c91197fa7"&gt;A gift from heaven?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-113251799192358771?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113251799192358771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-new-will-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113251799192358771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113251799192358771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-new-will-start.html' title='Something new will start!!!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113261372774079929</id><published>2005-05-06T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:54:35.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What tears mean sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Not always equal to sadness or suffering tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;.. and they are the best ones ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharing, remembering, and feeling certain moments again can make you feel very sensitive and vulnerable sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. and as if it weren't enough!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are always those few people who just have that kind of power on you: they are able to hurt you very deep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that's really the beautiful thing for me!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People who can hurt you the most are not your enemies.., people who can impact on you the most are those you love and those that love you back... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In an specific perspective, it doesn't matter if they actually hurt you or make you happy, it doesn't matter if it's in a direct or indirect way.., cause the true fact is ONLY that they CAN.., they are the only ones that can destroy you emotionally.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... and that's why a lot of people are afraid to love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing will hurt you more than see them suffer.., and nothing will matter to you more than their happiness, their well-being, their opinions about your decisions, and how they show to you with each act or detail that they care about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These kind of tears I'm talking about appear when you care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;then you are living!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you asked me again: why?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. don't you know I am extremaly happy for being able to feel and dare like "this"?, in a way not everybody can.., for being able to love and let you love me?.. why don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But at the end of the day, at the end of the life.., I will say I conquered that fear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Fear to suffer, fear to live, fear to die..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hard of course, but.. t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ell me if you can, what really bad can happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There is so much in the world to be afraid of.. but not this!.. not my own feelings! not even yours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With whom will you dare to be yourself if it's not with your special ones??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you keep asking me why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loose my count..&lt;br /&gt;... I love to cry.., I love feeling exhausted after it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time was not for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For my Tril.., my reason today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-113261372774079929?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113261372774079929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-tears-mean-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113261372774079929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113261372774079929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-tears-mean-sometimes.html' title='What tears mean sometimes...'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113253878613079064</id><published>2005-05-02T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:34:55.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>An stage of my life just ended..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RpSX_SaI6II/AAAAAAAAALw/czO1ZGO6WLI/s1600-h/LC+Time+en+el+NLDC+04+-+Arequipa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RpSX_SaI6II/AAAAAAAAALw/czO1ZGO6WLI/s320/LC+Time+en+el+NLDC+04+-+Arequipa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085856992737159298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayer terminó oficialmente mi período como PRESIDENTA de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; AIESEC LIMA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It was amazing..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. A year full of emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tions and learning!.., full of challenges, mistakes and more learning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After this year I've gained so much that I can't describe it with words and it was my dream came true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Being LCP was definitively my best leadership experie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nce so far and one of my best experiences ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nevertheless, I'm not as happy as I wanted with the results in general. After national conference I saw things in another perspective..., I felt that we lost somethings we used to have... and I'm not talking just about my LC but about all AIESEC PERU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We will loose AIESEC culture if we keep forgetting about enjoying our work, about living diversity and about learning from what we do each day..., or maybe we are just very tense about all absurds things that happened just few months ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;About my LCP period...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I made good things and I made mistakes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;but this is not finished!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. I will stay close and I will keep doing things for my CLUL... I will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In the meantime... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS TO ALL MY TEAM :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfuHCRUiUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/R5yclWIPzY4/s1600-h/AIESEC+LIMA+-+Mayo+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfuHCRUiUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/R5yclWIPzY4/s320/AIESEC+LIMA+-+Mayo+2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059774511010056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;One year ago.. becoming LCP..&lt;br /&gt;Transition night - NATCO May 1, 2004&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/19153274-113253878613079064?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113253878613079064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/termin-una-etapita-de-mi-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113253878613079064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113253878613079064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/termin-una-etapita-de-mi-vida.html' title='An stage of my life just ended..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RpSX_SaI6II/AAAAAAAAALw/czO1ZGO6WLI/s72-c/LC+Time+en+el+NLDC+04+-+Arequipa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6103957447910729997</id><published>2005-04-24T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:01:07.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscences'/><title type='text'>More beautiful memories 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;My LCPs!!! from 2002 to 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. and my dear friends!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfqryRUiPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qMH3MkcLSDk/s1600-h/LCPs+Aiesec+Lima+-+02-03,+03-04+Y+04-05%21%21+%28internet%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfqryRUiPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qMH3MkcLSDk/s200/LCPs+Aiesec+Lima+-+02-03,+03-04+Y+04-05%21%21+%28internet%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059770744323737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. and after a lot of nerves waiting for the votes a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nd the Local Comitee decision.., after transition with Andre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a.. and lots of expectations.., the 1st of May 2004, .. my LCP period started...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. with my new EB :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJEpkbxuwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WdOjekVL38E/s1600-h/Eli+y+Guille+%28internet%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJEpkbxuwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WdOjekVL38E/s200/Eli+y+Guille+%28internet%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067188011690736386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJEfEbxuvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eICTxqnRTBY/s1600-h/EB+AIESEC+Lima+2004-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RlJEfEbxuvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/eICTxqnRTBY/s200/EB+AIESEC+Lima+2004-2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067187831302109938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A lot of LC times.., conferences.., learning.., moments of crisis.., moments of truly happiness..,&lt;br /&gt;.. and trying to lead the team..&lt;br /&gt;Definitively, my best experience in AIESEC and in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfsHiRUiSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4r92LbBHE4A/s1600-h/Aiesec+Lima+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfsHiRUiSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4r92LbBHE4A/s320/Aiesec+Lima+2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059772320576735522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NATCO October 2004 with new newies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/strong&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/19153274-6103957447910729997?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6103957447910729997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-beautiful-memories-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6103957447910729997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6103957447910729997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-beautiful-memories-2004.html' title='More beautiful memories 2004'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfqryRUiPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/qMH3MkcLSDk/s72-c/LCPs+Aiesec+Lima+-+02-03,+03-04+Y+04-05%21%21+%28internet%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-113254447726131968</id><published>2005-04-23T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:20:05.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscences'/><title type='text'>Some beautiful memories 2003-2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Not all are frustrations and bad times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;In August 2002, AIESEC became THE passion of my life and my favorite OBSESSION thanks to one of my dearest friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;How I wish to have known AIESEC before!!! Damn it!..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got involved in this amazing organization, -&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://www.aiesec.org/"&gt;www.aiesec.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and suddenly all I wanted here was to live all the opportunities I could, learn a lot and became an AIESEC LIMA Director!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of efforts, a lot of quick learning, and after solving a broken match.., I finally became part of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Executive Board of AIESEC LIMA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfiuyRUiII/AAAAAAAAAHg/SLgYhH2t-tU/s1600-h/EB+2003-2004+con+ceeders+brasileros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfiuyRUiII/AAAAAAAAAHg/SLgYhH2t-tU/s200/EB+2003-2004+con+ceeders+brasileros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059761999770323074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here my EB 2003-2004!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. a year of huge learning and amazing discoveries..&lt;br /&gt;.. a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; great team.., and my best f&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;riends, then and now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Of course I was the VP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;S&amp;amp;L 2003-2004!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.. and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e the most beautiful memories from my Service and Learning period.. TWICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfkWSRUiJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rmJeLE-4Tp0/s1600-h/My+dear+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfkWSRUiJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rmJeLE-4Tp0/s200/My+dear+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059763777886783634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;amp;L Team 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are  all together in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;he Brasilian dinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;r and cultural presentation we organized with our Ceeders "los chuchukos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice all my team in Brasi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;lian t-shirts :)&lt;br /&gt;.. and how can I forget the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Service boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjflPCRUiKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1KcPFFtnm0U/s1600-h/Los+chicos+Service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjflPCRUiKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1KcPFFtnm0U/s200/Los+chicos+Service.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059764752844359842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:0;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... and after one year of "S&amp;amp;L"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;we evolved in "People Deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;lopme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nt area"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The beginning of 2004 brought a lot of changes, a lot of challenges..., a new team.., and new LCP dreams and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; aspirations for myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.. a dream that came true!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Development team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; 2004-2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;.. and I was already LCPe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfopiRUiNI/AAAAAAAAAII/vhPRSXvMUdI/s1600-h/Service+team+04-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfopiRUiNI/AAAAAAAAAII/vhPRSXvMUdI/s320/Service+team+04-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059768506645776594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-113254447726131968?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/113254447726131968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-beautifull-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113254447726131968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/113254447726131968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-beautifull-memories.html' title='Some beautiful memories 2003-2004'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RjfiuyRUiII/AAAAAAAAAHg/SLgYhH2t-tU/s72-c/EB+2003-2004+con+ceeders+brasileros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6399671434794175039</id><published>2005-03-27T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:09:54.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>A gift from heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another month is finishing and the emotion is growing up inside of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Selection process for Italy is killing me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's taking so long and I don't have idea about other candidates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll just believe I'll get it.., a part of me just knows I will be there... I just know it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think it's true that when you want something so bad, the whole world conspires to make it happen... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So strange the way it appeared.., as a gift from heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because of AIESEC, now I can share my knowledge and experience with another country and another culture by going to the same challenges...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I will get it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and I will have a whole year to live new things, to define myself and to see how life really is when you are by your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just saw my life from my own future and I realized that I achieved a lot..,&lt;br /&gt;I conquered a lot and also managed very difficult things and situations.., time made its job it's true, but I did it on my own, and I'm stronger now.., I know myself better and I have a great turn in my path..&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/19153274-6399671434794175039?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6399671434794175039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6399671434794175039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6399671434794175039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-from-heaven.html' title='A gift from heaven?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-2931463613826530668</id><published>2005-01-23T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:06:00.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Luchas y frustraciones..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my house's basement.., thinking HOW to stop this.., preparing some “refutations” (mociones) and hoping it all goes right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I lost one of my best VPs, who I admire and in whom I had a lot of hopes for next term..&lt;br /&gt;It was his decision and I couldn't ask him not to, even if I was dying to do so... that's not what I was supposed to do.., I just waited with frustration, knowing that after it, nothing could turn time back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  align="center" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm also afraid of loosing a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This month at work was totally difficult.., motivation is going down very fast for everybody.., frustration sometimes leads us to very useless thoughts, but it also gives us sense, makes us discover or meet again with what we are, with what we believe in, with our values and principles, with what matters to each one of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the question about how to manage the responsibilities of my leadership position with the responsibilities I have as 'ME'.., as a person who someday will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;turn her head back to evaluate herself.. to evaluate what I did, what I stood for, what I chose in those important moments.., if I chose convenience, if I chose to let fear invade with silence.., if I chose to let things just happen.. ; or if I chose to stand for what I believe in, for what it’s fair..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I already know the answer.., I have always kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wn..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… I will never be unfaithful to myself.., cause I could loose more..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There´s no one poorest than those who doesn’t have sense and soul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LCP AIESEC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-weight: bold;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;LIMA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the “middle” point without turn them down.. my EB and my LC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShXrqUdCs3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jpYzMk6mAy0/s1600-h/Mi+EB+2004-2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShXrqUdCs3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jpYzMk6mAy0/s400/Mi+EB+2004-2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338432045595145074" 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/19153274-2931463613826530668?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2931463613826530668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/01/luchas-y-frustraciones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2931463613826530668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/2931463613826530668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/01/luchas-y-frustraciones.html' title='Luchas y frustraciones..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShXrqUdCs3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/jpYzMk6mAy0/s72-c/Mi+EB+2004-2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-6849808738485327623</id><published>2005-01-05T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:55:39.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC XP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>Existen las casualidades?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Desde ITALIA una linda oportunidad acaba de llegar a mi inbox!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Parece mentira pensar que en el momento en que me encontraba más desmotivada, más frustrada, con más dudas que nunca, totalmente varada y en stand by en mi carrera aieseca y en mi carrera profesional llegara esto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nunca creí en casualidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Desde ANAR, (muchos se acordaran de mi trabajo en "ANAL" jajaja).., ahora pienso en el 2005 como un mar de emociones y oportunidades que YO me las he ganado, por mi trabajo y esfuerzo... aún falta mucho por concretar, considerando que muchos se postularán a lo que YO quiero.. pero simplemente siento que esto me cayo del cielo y SE que esto será para mí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;QUE EL MUNDO CONSPIRE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Keep in touch to see the results!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-6849808738485327623?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6849808738485327623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/6849808738485327623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2006/01/desde-italia-una-linda-oportunidad.html' title='Existen las casualidades?'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-7431369279987161364</id><published>2005-01-03T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:12:33.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Momentos privilegiados'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR 2005!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;... Quizá un último año nuevo en Lima por un tiempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este fue el año nuevo de la estafa de la fiesta en Asia :), afortunadamente el mío fue más tranquilo y con menos decepciones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Un año nuevo que terminó en 2 días olvidándome del mundo sin planearlo, 2 días en una carpa sin las provisiones necesarias ya que, por alguna razón, no pude moverme y la inercia me invadió. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;La compañía fue perfecta esos 2 días.., casi como si hubiera estado conmigo misma.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fue un año donde dejé muchas obsesiones, que aunque "olvid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;adas", siempre recordaré a mi manera.., con una sonrisa..&lt;br /&gt;Fue un año en que me volví a enamorar (o al menos creí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;hacerlo..), después de aquella vez en la que esa posibilidad se veía tan lejos, a pesar que sabía que volvería a hacerlo.., ahora sé que cada vez será totalmente diferente y eso me lleva a preguntarme.. cómo sabré entonces la diferencia?&lt;br /&gt;Un año en el cual aprendí que hay gente que no "quiere" ser feliz.. y no lo sabe.., cuán grande puede ser el poder del miedo..&lt;br /&gt;Un año donde confirmé que amar no es suficiente y que, aunque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;el amor no exista, cómo se sufre por ese concepto!&lt;br /&gt;Un año donde donde superé lo más difícil que me ha tocado hasta ahora.. decepciones, incertidumbre y momentos en los que no quería levantarme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y acá estoy, celebrando fin de año con personas importantes cerca.. nunca faltan los roces y expectativas distintas.. pero las amistades que duran y las superan son invaluables..&lt;br /&gt;Un poco de vino y tequila en Asia; una conversación especial, que quizá nunca llegué a e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ntender; una llamada lindísima, some dancing, algo inesperado, confesiones.., y un atardecer en la playa contigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gracias a ustedes por compartir sus "año nuevo" conmigo al igual que todo el 2004..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;¡FELIZ AÑO NUEVO 2005 a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RiaG_XB6XpI/AAAAAAAAACc/5AgO8MalMxQ/s1600-h/atardecer+en+la+playa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054876054841876114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RiaG_XB6XpI/AAAAAAAAACc/5AgO8MalMxQ/s400/atardecer+en+la+playa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;"&gt;Atardecer en la playa.. bella forma de empezar el año.. Gracias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19153274-7431369279987161364?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7431369279987161364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/01/ao-nuevo-2005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/7431369279987161364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/7431369279987161364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/01/ao-nuevo-2005.html' title='NEW YEAR 2005!'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/RiaG_XB6XpI/AAAAAAAAACc/5AgO8MalMxQ/s72-c/atardecer+en+la+playa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-188610603979549359</id><published>2004-12-31T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:08:44.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscences'/><title type='text'>DECEMBER 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;How your life can totally change in few minutes by actions you can't see&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;... cause when you manage to see them... it's already too late ...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think we have the power to decide how our lifes are going to be...,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless we don't always pay attention to some consequences of our acts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Have we usually realized how just an small action or an smile can have a big impact in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;person's decisions?, or backards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShXPRjUNcgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/i-yw6Ssff04/s1600-h/2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShXPRjUNcgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/i-yw6Ssff04/s200/2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338400833762324994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;December brought intense emotions for me...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;and I AM an emotional person who probably feels much more intense than the majority of people..., talking about levels only, not about how I manage it, cause then, I'm more rational..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;December 5th, too much sadness and frustration.. and it went worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On the opposite side.., December 25th brought revelations, peace, happiness and sublime emotions!.., as my life uses to be.., sharing deep thoughts and feelings, having an spontaneous and unexpected night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I love the most from life ;)&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/19153274-188610603979549359?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/188610603979549359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/01/december-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/188610603979549359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/188610603979549359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2005/01/december-2004.html' title='DECEMBER 2004'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShXPRjUNcgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/i-yw6Ssff04/s72-c/2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19153274.post-8675020991431707055</id><published>2004-12-30T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:15:48.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaping my path'/><title type='text'>My reasons..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I write since I was  7  years old I think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, the world has given me another way to do it.., and all my hundred diaries  and my thousands thoughts will be here.., the most important of all my stages in life, the most important of my experiences..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I write because I don't know how NOT to express myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mind just flows with it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. it's the only way to calm down my emotions, my feelings and my "thinking"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My memory is like everybody else's.., can not keep on top all my moments, all my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had always read a lot, but I also produce 'my own' through my life experience and my intellect..&lt;br /&gt;I have always asked myself: ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do I have another source? another way?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. maybe in a parallel world or state.. but then again.. I've always felt like living in a parallel state and some things I will only know by dying and living again.. and even so, it's just a possibility..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts and memories will be stopped in time.., my life on words.., my experiences on ideas.. my opinion about and for the world..&lt;br /&gt;My way to always be able to come back to basics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My thoughts evolving.., my emotions and feeling getting consistent.., my vision and philosophy taking shape.., my personality turning stronger and more flexible at the same time..,  my past shaping my future and my soul.., growing up into beauty and toward a meaningful life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An "Ode to Philosophy" and other things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Related Posts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy.html?zx=19d7d989d0526eeb"&gt;Some years ago..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-layer-of-my-philosophy_02.html"&gt;The first layer of my philosophy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/19153274-8675020991431707055?l=conceptosrotos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8675020991431707055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/8675020991431707055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19153274/posts/default/8675020991431707055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conceptosrotos.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-reasons.html' title='My reasons..'/><author><name>Celeste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02540699200344185537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cLArQon14Q/ShCsgWReLUI/AAAAAAAAAYU/lgEl_8Wyckc/S220/Patitas+serpia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
